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Summary: Harry's meeting with Voldemort during his First Year
'Run,'
a voice whispered. It seemed to echo throughout the room before hitting his eardrums at full force.Staring into the crimson eyes of the new Dark Lord, Harry felt a strong pulse of dread around his heart. His lungs seemed small and his breath was coming out in short gasps. Goosebumps quickly rose on his arms, and his face paled.
"Voldemort?" Harry whispered in terror. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God,' he thought, 'How am I supposed to defeat him?'
'You're not,' the voice whispered snidely. 'But you will.'
'What does that mean?'Harry asked desperately, but the voice did not reply. However, Voldemort did.
"Yes, you see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live of another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough lies in your pocket," his voice rasped.
'Run,' the voice whispered again, amused.
And Harry did.
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/14/09