Chapter Seven
You can try to run but you can't hide!
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Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter, haha; I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I did, lol.
(A/N) Here's a new chapter, enjoy.
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Harry ran and ran and ran, eventually, his chest started to hurt, his head started pounding and his side got a stitch. But he couldn't just let those… evil… plotting… jerks to find him! He'd kill himself, without Tom Riddle getting in the way, before they got to him.
As he was thinking, he didn't notice a fairly big pebble lying on the ground, so he ran right into it. It caught his foot and he tripped. The pebble had been on top of a muddy hill, which was covered with sharp, hard and jagged rocks. He gave a yelp as he fell and rolled down the hill. Rocks jabbed and hit his stomach, arms, everywhere. Harry bit his lip as an extremely sharp rock cut a large scratch along his back. It hurt. Then he stopped at the base of the hill.
He gave a few gasps and spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing as he bit his lip hard, he broke the skin, and blood had poured into his mouth. He licked his lips, blood smearing them, but he didn't care. The poor boy got to his feet. The scar on his back hurt, but the pain was quickly going away. There was no blood.
Harry ran a hand across his face and sat down, shutting his eyes.
"Well, isn't this interesting?" Sneered a voice. Harry's eyes snapped open, he recognized that voice. He slowly turned his head to the side and looked at Voldemort.
The man was still in his Tom Riddle form. "What do you want?" Snapped Potter. Tom Riddle, Voldemort, laughed and didn't answer. Harry clamped his teeth together. Voldemort smirked. "You look hurt, want some help?" Voldemort took a seat next to Harry. "No! Leave me alone!" Running a long finger along the scar running along Harry's back, made Harry hiss in pain. "You sure?" Harry spat at Voldemort. It missed, but still, Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Harry's hair and pulled his head back. It hurt even more than his back. "You need to learn a lot of respect, boy…" Voldemort moved his hand to Potter's neck and squeezed. Harry squirmed and tried clawing the hand, but Voldemort wouldn't let go. "You're such a selfish, foolish, idiot!" He squeezed harder, Harry's vision started to fade. "You have no clue what a wonderful life you have. Which of course… I'll destroy, but not now."
So, that's what he's after… Thought Harry, after Voldemort released his hand, Harry rubbed his throat.
"I will take you back to Headquarters and you will stay there and not tell anyone what had happened here… Got it?" Harry nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Good." Tom grabbed Harry's arm and they disappeared.