Chapter Nine

You Make Me Sick

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Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter, lol.

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Harry gasped as he ran to the washroom, his stomach was rumbling, painfully. He made it to the washroom just in time, pulled up the lid and emptied his stomach. What was wrong with him? He must have eaten something wrong. That must be it…

Seeing as he didn't have a lot in his stomach, he just ended up dry-heaving. His head started pounding and he gave a scream and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted.

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Voldemort swallowed down the bile that was crawling up his throat. Something was wrong… He never got sick but his stomach was twisting and turning uncomfortably. He drank a potion to keep from throwing up, and it was helping, but not by much.

Voldemort's breath became hitched and he could barely breathe. He grabbed his throat. The world was spinning. He shut his eyes and slid out of his chair.

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Harry woke up in his bed. He scratched his head, wondering how he'd gotten here. His glasses were on his face still… He went to get up but gave a whimper as another bolt of pain ran through his body. But he had to get up… He rolled over and fell onto the ground. That was when he remembered something, as he tried to get to his feet. He grabbed the wall. He remembered the kiss… Voldemort had kissed him! Why?! He must have slipped him something! He did this too him! Growling, Harry managed to crawl to the door, and than he heard voices. They sounded like Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey. Pressing his ear to the door, he heard what they were talking about.

"Are you sure?" Asked Dumbledore. "Yes! I am! Thomas Riddle and Harry Potter have both been poisoned and it's fatal…" Dumbledore gave a sad sigh. "And Professor?" Dumbledore gave a hum, giving the okay for Madame Pomfrey to continue. "Wasn't Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort in his younger years?" She said. "I don't seem to remember a Tom Riddle…" Pomfrey gave a strangled growl. "Okay, Professor… I'll go work on a cure, maybe get Severus to help…"

"Poppy, Severus Snape is dead…" This was when Harry wrenched his head away from the door and felt tears spring to his eyes. Sure he didn't like the man, but that didn't mean he wanted him dead! It was Voldemort. Grinding his teeth, he heard Dumbledore and Pomfrey walk away and he got to his feet and pulled open the door.

He limped his way down to Riddle's room. His body didn't seem to be moving properly. When he reached the room, the door opened before he could grab the door handle. He fell through the doorway. "OUCH!" Gasped Harry. He got into a sitting position and heard the door shut. Green and Red looked at each other. Red eyes were swirling with anger and green were sparkling with sadness.

"What are you doing here?" Hissed the Dark Lord as he sat up in his bed. "You killed Snape?" Voldemort sneered. "Yes, I did!" Harry's lip quivered. "W-why?"

"Why the hell would it matter to you, boy?!" Voldemort got to his feet and walked over to Harry. Harry didn't move, just stared at him. Voldemort pushed him to the floor and put his foot on Harry's chest, pressing down. Harry squirmed, he couldn't breathe. "You foolish boy! I should just kill you now! End both our suffering." Then Voldemort's angry face eased and he moved his feet. He reached down and grabbed Potter and clenched his robes. He brought Harry to eye level. He grinned and let go of Harry and grabbed his shoulders, keeping him in places. Harry was shaking with fear now; he closed his eyes when Voldemort leaned in. Voldemort put his lips next to Harry's ear. "I'm going to gave some fun with you before we die." And with that, he apparated both Harry and himself away from Grimmauld Place, to his manor.

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(A/N) I know my last update wasn't too long ago, but I was bored so I decided to write a new chapter. Please somebody review