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Love, Keta.

Chapter 6: Taken Away

Fly away, Fly away from the torch of blame

They hunt you Lucifer's Angel

(Lucifer's Angel by the Rasmus) AN: I love this song.

Snape's POV

Harry opens his eyes slowly and rubs at them with a yawn. "Keta, Ulquiorra, can't I sleep in a bit more. I don't wanna get up. Go torture Nnoria."

"Harry, who are Keta and Ulquiorra?" Black asks.

Harry's eyes, upon hearing someone speak that he doesn't know, snap open, and he looks around with terror. "Where am I? Take me back!" He feels around his waist, presumably for the sword that's now upstairs. "Where is he? Where did you take him?" He collapses to the ground, pulling his knees up to his face in the reminisant of a beaten child's self-defense. What happened to him?

"Harry!" The children, Granger, the Weasleys: George, Fred and Ron, and Longbottom scurry down the steps towards the child.

He flinches instinctively before looking up. "Hermione, George, Fred, Ron, Neville…" His voice grows cold. "Take me home! You have no right to take me from my family!"

"Harry…" Albus starts.

"My name is Harriel, Harriel Murcielago!"

"Harriel…" he starts again, "you can't go back to that place…"

"Why not?"

"It's not safe."

"How so?"

"There are monsters there."

"Hollows are not monsters."

"They eat people's souls."

"Then you best let me go."

"Why?"

"Because, Keta and Ulquiorra are hollows. And when they find me, they will be furious. So will the others."

"Why would hollows look after a human soul?" I ask, my mind already on what the meeting tonight.

"Because," he giggles, "I'm a hollow too!" His sclera turn black and his canines become more pronounced. He takes off running towards the door only to be caught and restrained by Lupin and Black. "Let me go!" Black forces him to the ground, and he screams and cries. "Please! Please let me go home! Fawkes! Fawkes, help me!"

The room erupts into silence as the silencing spell is sent at the child. But still he screams and cries. Suddenly he goes limp, and Black reluctantly lets his godson go. Harry lays there, freshly fallen red tears marking his face, tears of blood. He curls up into a little ball, unsheathed talons curling into his flesh and leaving little blooms of blood. The front of his wizarding style outer cloak falls open, showing his exposed throat and the hollow hole inside of it. And his lips constantly move, silently whispering a little mantra of "Tom."

Voldemort's POV

I stare at my friend, fresh tears pooling up in my eyes. The pensive swirls in front of us, still containing the memory of the Order Meeting. "Oh, Harry…" I whisper. I flop down into one of the arm chairs and hold my hand out for the scotch Severus is pouring. "Oh, Harry…" His scared face still flashes behind my eyelids.

"He's not human anymore, Tom."

"That's okay. He's still Harry."

"He still loves you."

"I know. Severus…"

"I'll go get the others."

Lucius who has just appeared behind me gives my arm and affectionate squeeze and says, "we'll get him back. I promise."