Harry was running. His hearth was aching painfully but he didn't want to stop. He finally collapsed on a fence from exhaustion. He knew he had to find a way to contact his friends or someone. He tried to breathe normally.
He was in the park he came so often hiding from Dudley when he was little.
Usually, he could hear the screams of joy and laughs of young children but not this time. In fact, the place was strangely quiet, almost deserted. His scar started burning.
Suddenly, many joyless cold inhuman laughs came from nowhere. Then, Harry could see some outlines of many men hidden in the shadows. They were wearing long black robes. Harry recognised them immediately. They were death eaters! A woman laughing walked toward him "Unbelievable, he fell right into our arms so quickly"
"The Dark Lord always knows!" It didn't take long to Harry to understand that he was ambushed. Fears began to sweep over him. He was alone against so many. Now the thought of having Lord Voldemort in his kitchen seemed almost fearless as if he had been safe.
The death eaters circled him. Then a tall man stepped from the shadows. His followers let him enter in the circle near to Harry. "Didn't I tell you I would be back soon?"
Harry replied with the most hateful voice he could, "yes you did! What do you want?"
"The complete prophecy of course! You should know by now, that is one year I'm obsessed about it. Didn't you get my dreams during all the last year you spent at Hogwarts? I surely didn't come here to chat with you about the weather!"
The death eaters began to laugh loudly. Voldemort waited patiently the laughs to fade out before he asked softly.
"So Potter, I asked you a question, what is the lost prophecy? I know that you know!"
Harry gritted his teeth, "I won't tell you EVER!"
"Well then, I will try to kill you as many times as I need, one should be enough though" With an evil grin on his face he added, "By the way, send Sirius all my best wishes"
Anger replaced his fears, Harry could hardly control himself; the guilt was so strong again and he knew that this evil creature caused all his pains in his life. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to kill her-Lestranges too.
He knew that his wouldn't be able to fight against that many Death Eaters. He was staring at Voldemort trying to find a flaw. His eyes caught a shiny object that his was carrying in his pocket.
He didn't have time to think about a better plan, Voldemort was already raising his wand ready to strike. "Accio" He shouted. He grabbed the object and everything that had surrounded him began to spin rapidly.
The young man appeared in a cold dark room. Harry was filled with joy and relief. He had succeeded to flee!
Voldemort first was furious with frustration. He had taken his porkey. This was the second time he had been saved that way! But then he smiled. "Well he escaped but not for long, I shall come back to my room and greet my guest. Let's go back, he is probably waiting for me.
The Death Eaters remained silent. One gathered all his is courage and murmured, "He had taken your porkey! How are you going to go back in your manor…"
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