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Pain of the Past

"Harry!" He heard her voice miles away, "Stop it!"

The pain stopped after an amount of time that seemed like hours to Harry, and he breathed quickly, shaking all over as he did. He felt a slight twinge in his right leg and looked down to see it bleeding badly, leaving blood all over the doorframe of the house. But this pain was nothing compared to what the curse put him through.

"Why should I have stopped?" He heard Frank say loudly, "He's almost dead anyway!"

"Harry doesn't die!"

Harry cursed Ginny for saying that, because he knew that right now Frank would have a raised eyebrow… "Is that so?" He said, and the pain began once more.

He jerked and twitched on the ground, telling himself he wanted to die, he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Had enough Harry?" Frank asked sarcastically.

Harry breathed deeply and turned to face him. He was standing tall above him, like a towering murderer showing he had won.

Harry swallowed with difficulty and shook his head defiantly, trying to ignore the numb pain in his leg.

"Well I'm sorry I can't treat you with more," Frank started, a broad smile on his face, "But I am to believe that the Dark Lord is on his way."

He didn't know what to feel, or how to act. Most things in his brain were a blur to him. He either wanted to find Ginny and Liam – who had consequently stopped shouting for him – or get up and fight this bastard. Then he realised – he didn't even know where his wand was. Had he thrown it aside or dropped it when he was under the curse? Because it definitely wasn't in his hand now.

He started to move his head around in a frantic panic to get his wand back when Frank said joyfully, "Are you looking for this?"

He signalled to his foot and Harry followed his finger. Sure enough, Frank was standing on Harry's wand, looking as if he was about to break it in two. Harry looked back up to Frank's smiling face, all too aware of the terrified look in his eyes.

But suddenly Frank was flying down the front garden away from him, leaving Harry's wand behind.

Harry flipped over to his other side and saw Ginny holding out her wand.

"Oh Harry!" She ran down to him and immediately performed a curing spell on Harry's leg, and the pain vanished. "Liam's ok, I stunned the other man and then bound him in rope. We need to notify the ministry."

Harry held his head while clambering to his feet – retrieving his wand on the way up. He waited until he found his balance and then said hurriedly, "We need to get to Ron and Hermione's house, make sure no one has gone to them – and to hide ourselves."

"Why?" Ginny asked as they rushed into the house and up the stairs.

"The one they call their lord is…" Harry stopped instantly at the door to Liam's room and held his wand straight ahead of him.

One of the two men in black cloaks turned to look at him, the other stayed facing a bound up Liam.

Ginny's wand also flew in front of her and pointed at the man with Liam.

"This," said the man facing them, in a raspy sort of voice, "Is the Dark Lord. He plans to kill your son."

Ginny let out a gasp that made the man laugh, but Harry stood his ground. "And why doesn't he tell us himself? Or just kill us all and get it over with?"

"The Dark Lord wants revenge on you Potter, he thinks it is unfair that a little brat such as this one should see it."

Harry lurched forward and put his wand to this mans neck. He got deep satisfaction in seeing the man almost shake with fear.

"If you call my son that again I might just be forced to kill you," He spat only inches away from his face.

"If you kill him Potter, I'll kill you."

Harry almost dropped his wand from shock; although he didn't move. He was terrified that if he moved he might hear that voice that he hadn't heard in so many years again.

"Didn't you hear me Potter?" The voice spoke again and Harry looked to Ginny, who was doing her best not to cry, or faint.

Slowly, Harry turned back to the other man and shoved him backwards, he didn't need to be worried about him right now. He then turned and faced the man who he was so surprised to hear, he could barely believe it was him.

"Turn around Malfoy," He whispered calmly.

Harry tried desperately not to laugh as Draco Malfoy turned to face him. He did so just as Harry had once read in Muggle stories; slowly, with his head lowered, and when he did lift his head, he pushed his hood (again, slowly) back and smirked at Harry; that smirk that he thought he'd never again see in his life.

Finally Harry cracked and let out a harsh sound that didn't actually sound like a laugh. Although Malfoy knew exactly what it was.

"What are you laughing at Potter?" He questioned in that same drawl of a voice he had six years ago.

"You tell me," Harry answered strongly, "Are you supposed to look heroic, terrifying, or just plain stupid?"

Malfoy only smirked back at him, "You won't be saying that when your brat of a son and bitch of a wife are dead, Potter."

"You do one thing to them and I swear you won't see the light of day again," Harry threatened.

"Is that supposed to make me scared?" Malfoy said mockingly. When Harry only shook his head he went on; "Do sit down Potter, we need to have a little chat. Oh, but first; Expelliarmus!"

Ginny flew backwards out of the room, and was lucky not to be tossed down the stairs by the force of the spell.

"Mum!" Liam cried.

Harry instantly rushed towards the door, not stopping to think about hexing Malfoy, but was pulled back by something other than a hand.

"Zabini will take care of that, and this little brat, won't you Zabini?" Malfoy ordered. Harry mentally kicked himself for not realizing who this other death eater was, he knew he recognised him, and that was the reason he kept himself hidden at the restaurant. But it was no good dwelling on that now, it seemed so many hours ago to Harry.

Zabini walked over to Liam and took him by the waist, flinging him over his shoulder and carrying him out of the room. Liam wailed for help and started to scream. Harry pointed his wand to curse Zabini, but Malfoy got there first and disarmed Harry.

"Now," Malfoy said, taking a seat, "So we can be alone…" He shut the door and charmed it locked with his wand; Harry's being on the other side of the room. "Sit down, Potter, we have a lot to discuss."

Harry did not take the offer of a seat; he stood over Malfoy, glaring at him with the most hatred he'd had in six years.

"Suit yourself then…" Malfoy muttered as he removed his cloak, brandishing his new dark mark which was a snake with a very menacing looking tongue, rather than the old dark mark which was a skull with a snake for a tongue.

Harry burst out laughing when he saw this, only to stop abruptly when Malfoy was also standing, his wand on Harry's heart.

"You think this is a joke?" He shouted in Harry's face, "I'm the next Dark Lord Potter, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Harry backed away slowly from Malfoy and his wand, ending up sitting on Liam's small bed. "Why did you choose the dark side, Malfoy? Did someone get to you as a child?"

"I was destined for it, you can't say I wasn't," Malfoy answered a lot quicker than Harry thought he would, if at all. "And then, after Hogwarts, someone did get to me, yes."

"Who?" Harry asked, just killing time.

"You, Potter."

"How?" Harry asked foolishly, thinking he already knew the answer.

"You killed my son."

Harry's heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat, then he thought he'd misheard what Malfoy said. He was expecting the word 'master' to escape from Malfoy's mouth, definitely not 'son'.

"Your… what?" He asked incredulously.

"My son you prat!" Malfoy spat at him, "You killed him! Six years ago! You slimy git!"

"I…" Harry struggled, "I don't know…"

"Shut up Potter! Stop lying! I know you did it!" Malfoy paused, and a smirk appeared on his face, "You enjoyed killing my master a little too much didn't you?"

"I've never enjoyed murdering, not like you do!" Harry said louder than he anticipated.

"So you admit it? You killed my son!" Malfoy shouted again.

Harry couldn't help but think that Malfoy was not capable of having a son, and if he had had one then he wouldn't have cared for him. He said nothing, but didn't look away from the stony eyes that met his, just willing him to do something wrong.

"I know it was you Potter," Malfoy whispered menacingly, "And you didn't even use magic."

Harry's heart skipped more beats than he cared to count this time. He felt sick; physically sick. Of all the five murders he had committed six years ago, this had to be the one that involved Malfoy – the most gruesome, heart-wrenching one of all. He hadn't even told Ginny about the last two murders he'd committed from fear of never getting a second chance with her.

Malfoy had obviously noticed Harry's shaken look, and he smirked once again. "I wonder if you've told your little Weasel about your being a murderer?"

"Of course I have!" Harry tried to shout, but it didn't come out as much.

"And she still stayed with you? Aren't you lucky?" Malfoy replied mockingly.

"Are…" Harry tried, still feeling sick, "Are you sure it was me?"

"Well you've admitted to it now, Potter!" Malfoy bellowed, "Don't try and go back on it!" He paused for a while, but Harry said nothing and only looked at the floor, trying not to throw up, so he continued; "Of course I'm sure it was you anyway. You left something on my baby that night, Harry."

Harry was startled at the use of his first name and looked up instantly, only to wish he hadn't straight afterwards. For Malfoy was now holding a golden locket that Harry merely thought he'd lost.

"Slytherin's locket…" Malfoy paused. "This was round my sons neck when we found him three weeks ago."

Harry tried to stay calm, but started to have flashbacks of the night he killed this baby boy.

"What makes you think it was mine?" He asked, trying innocence.

"I know what you had to do to be able to kill Voldemort," Malfoy said simply, "I knew you had to find all seven Horcruxes and destroy them. This one has clearly had something done to it. Looks like someone needed to destroy whatever was inside it to me."

Malfoy pointed to a terrible black mark on the outside of the locket – a lightening bolt shape.

Harry did not deny it. It was out in the open now. He had strangled Malfoy's son six years ago with brute strength and force, and it sickened him to the point of wanting to beat himself. He looked up at Malfoy, and a look he had never before seen in his eyes was staring at him. Malfoy wanted to kill him, the way Harry had killed the boy so many years ago. Pure hate stared at him from Malfoy's eyes, and Harry was scared of it.

Seeming to read his thoughts, Malfoy said, "Oh no Potter, I'm not going to kill you. I want revenge more than anyone has wanted revenge in their entire lives." Harry thought this highly unlikely, for no one could ever want revenge the way he did over six years ago. "I'm going to make you suffer, the way I did. First, I'm going to kill your brat of a son, and then you whore of a wife, and then everyone else who you're close to in this world."

Malfoy smirked. He could tell he was getting to Harry.

"Youngest first then?" He said as he stood up quickly.

He strode towards the door, unaware of Harry's eyes shifting towards his wand. This time, it was Harry who smirked.

Malfoy was not aware that Harry could perform spells and charms non-verbally, and definitely not aware that he could summon his own wand without the use of any wand at all.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew to his hand and less than a second later Malfoy's wand flew out of his.

Quickly Harry ran to it and picked it up, pointing this one also at Malfoy. "Would you like to run, duel, or die?" Harry asked calmly.

To Harry's surprise, he saw the faintest look of worry in Malfoy's eyes, if only for a split second. "Been practicing non-verbally have we?" He said in his drawling tone. "Well so have I."

And before Harry knew it Malfoy's wand had slipped easily from his hand and Malfoy had disappeared.

Harry glanced round the room once quickly and then sped towards the door, which only flew open before he reached it.

"Harry!" Ginny cried, clinging to him, Liam at her side.

"Ginny, Liam!" He hugged them both and felt them trembling badly. "What happened?"

"Zabini grabbed his arm and disapparated," Ginny answered simply, picking Liam up close to her.

"What did he do to you?" Harry asked frantically.

"Nothing, just – sat there… Watching us," She replied. "What happened to you? Where's Malfoy? Why was he here in the first place?"

"I… He…" Harry stopped. Suddenly the realization of what he'd done six years ago caught up with him. And he also realized, that everything that was going wrong in the wizarding community today was his fault. He had caused the new 'Dark Lord' rising…

"Harry?" Ginny prompted, with a more than worried look on her face.

Harry's eyes shifted to look at her, his expression was blank. "I've ruined everything."

"What?"

Harry didn't answer, he was shocked, confused, and, above all else, absolutely terrified.

"Harry!" Ginny called from somewhere far from him, "We need to get to the ministry, right now! You can't avoid it anymore, Harry; we need to go. You have to tell them everything. Remember everything Malfoy said to you. You have to help now. Harry!"

"What?!" He yelled at her, not looking at her. Liam looked as though he was about to cry, for the umpteenth time that night.

There was a pause as Ginny contemplated him; and Harry couldn't hide for one second that something was truly wrong.

"What did he say to you Harry?" She asked calmly.

Harry turned towards her again. He had to say it – otherwise he'd never believe it himself.

"I killed his baby."

A/N Wow, proper long chapter! Sorry about that! Hope you liked it though. I was struggling to find an ending to it, that's why it took me so long to update. But yeah, hope you liked it please review!