Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are proudly owned by J.K. Rowling

A/n Thanks for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I'm sorry it's taking me a long time to update, but I'm trying to do it more sooner, it's just that I'm getting a lot of homework and I'm becoming really busy, but I haven't forgot about you, so here's the next chapter, I tried to make it really long because I felt that there was a lot that needed to happen so everyone will understand what's going on.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut My weakness is that I care too much My scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel Drunk and I'm feeling down And I just want to be alone I'm pissed cause you came around Why don't you just go home Cause you channel all your pain And I can't help to fix myself Your making me insane All I can say is I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut My weakness is that I care too much My scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel I tried to help you once A kiss will only vise I saw you going down But you never realized That your drowning in the water So I offered you my hand Compassions in my nature Tonight is our last dance -Scars by Papa Roach-

Chapter 8

Xx Scars xX

Harry opened his eyes, but regretted it instantly; there were two people in the cell with him, and not one of them did he want to see. Voldemort smiled as he saw that Harry had awakened. Harry glared at him as he straightened as much as he could, with the manacles still holding him to the wall. He looked down at his chest and winced, the whip marks had puffed up and one of them was still bleeding. Voldemort moved toward him, but stopped just before he could cause any pain in his scar. Harry watched him, wary yet curious to know what it was Voldemort wanted, besides what the Prophecy said. Voldemort stood there his red eyes boring into Harry's Emerald ones, Harry could feel a twinge in his scar, but he continued to stare him down, after a few minutes Harry felt something probing around in his head shocking Harry into pushing whatever it was out. When Harry blinked and looked back over at Voldemort he noticed the shocked but slightly amused expression and realized that he just fought Voldemort's Legilimency spell. After all the months that he had to practice Occlumency, it finally worked.

Voldemort couldn't help but feel slightly curious about the boy in front of him, not only could he handle pain but he could also fight legilimency with out much effort, and he could fight him. It didn't make any sense. He scanned over Harry looking over his appearance. The last time he had met him, Harry seemed smaller, it looked like he grew quite a bit, he was well toned, but not as tanned as he was before. His eyes held contempt but some passion was still there in the depths of the swirl of Emerald and Black. His raven black hair was longer and extremely messy. As he thought all this Harry tried to relax and get out of his bonds. As he struggled to pull his hand through Voldemort moved closer, placing his white skeleton like hand against his cheek and lightly caressing it down towards his jaw bone. Harry moved his eyes towards Voldemort's red ones fighting to stop from wincing because of the pain that he felt. Voldemort smiled and let him go; he turned around and began to walk in a circular motion around him, checking out all the scars and marks he had received over the years.

Voldemort studied the bruises and scars that littered all over Harry's body. He wondered where he had gotten them, surely not from him, or his death eaters, these wounds looked old, but fresh at the same time, like they occurred recently and had closed up. Voldemort puzzled over the wounds on his back, but something caught his eye, and when he looked up at Harry's head he realized what it was. Harry had an enormous contusion on the back of his head. It looked healed but it must still hurt. Voldemort reached up and touched the lump carefully, he heard a small intake of breath and then he moved his hand away and strode around to face Harry. "Who did that to you?" Voldemort asked. Harry looked at him confused. "My uncle, I thought you would have known since you possessed him." Harry said with a hint of resentment in his voice. Voldemort shook his head. "I never possessed anyone, why would I?" Harry glared at him for a while and sighed, he hung his head as exhaustion set in again.

Once Voldemort was sure Harry was unconscious he ordered his men to take him down and put him in one of the rooms and to make sure his wounds were tended to. Voldemort watched them take Harry away, he was troubled over the thought that Harry's uncle was somehow possessed by him; he began to investigate in the problem. There was no way that there was someone else who had it in for the boy, was there? Sighing Voldemort went off to his study, and tried to devise a plan of action at this new discovery.

Harry woke up, feeling lost and slightly dazed he looked around the room. He wasn't chained to the wall which was what he had expected but he was lying in a soft comfortable bed. He propped himself up on his elbows as he took a look around the room. The bed was covered in a nice red silk, and the walls were painted Crimson, Harry winced at the colour. There were desks and tables littering the room, they were all painted black. Harry had to smirk at the irony of the situation; everything mimicked how he felt at that moment- Dark and left to bleed out- Harry looked down at his chest and noticed bandages wrapped around the wounds. He climbed onto his feet and walked over to one of the many doors situated around the room. The first one he opened showed him a walk in closet filled with new clothes, all around his size. Harry stared at it with awe; this couldn't be for him, could it? He moved to the next door, what was behind it was a large bathroom, with a pool like tub and a nice shower area, with a sink and lots of white fluffy towels piled on a chair near the toilette. Harry smiled as he looked at everything, I may not have to leave my room. Sighing he closed the door and moved off to the last one further along the wall. When he opened it, he was disappointed to see the hallway and many people walking past his door. Harry stepped back into the room and closed the door; he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge wondering what was going to happen.

After 20 minutes of sitting alone in the room, he heard a knock at the door. Resigned he stood up and opened it a crack to see who was there, sadly enough it was Voldemort. Regretfully Harry opened the door wider to let him enter. Voldemort smiled down at him as he stepped in to the room. He waited for Harry to close the door before he addressed him. "I hope you like your room; we felt it was the best for your comfort and taste, if there's anything wrong with it you can talk to me." Harry just stared at him, and then he raised an eyebrow before he brushed past Voldemort to the walk in closet. He looked through all the clothes before he picked out a pair of washed out jeans and a light green shirt. He brought them out and laid them across his bed, then acting like Voldemort wasn't there he grabbed a pair of boxers and socks and picking up the shirt and jeans he moved into the bathroom. Making sure the door was locked he turned on the shower and while he waited for the water to warm up he stripped off his clothes and grabbed the towel, which he wrapped around his waist. Harry walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet which he found the shampoo and conditioner he grabbed the bottles and a bar of soap and placed it on the shower rack, then he tested the water and sighed in satisfaction. He took off the towel and stepped into the shower, the water poured down on his back, and he winced when it hit a healing wound through the bandages.

Voldemort sighed when he heard Harry lock the bathroom door, he was going to have to find away to make Harry trust him. Shaking his head he looked around the room, admiring the work that was done by the servants, it matched his mood and probably Harry's greatly. He took a seat on the edge of Harry's bed and studied his fingers as he waited for Harry to return. Listening carefully he heard the shower turn off, smiling he waited for the lock to unclick and the door to open. Harry stared at him his long black hair wet and pasted to his forehead and neck. The shirt Harry had chosen brought out his eyes, and it fit him nicely. The jeans hung nicely they weren't too tight and they fit him better then the other clothes he use to wear. Harry made his way towards Voldemort all his emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference.

Harry watched Voldemort, making sure to be close to him but also far enough away so that his scar wouldn't hurt him. Voldemort seemed to be waiting for something, as Harry studied him Voldemort kept him self cool and patient, like a parent would be around a curious child. His eyes flicked around the room as if he was taking in everything before it was changed around. Finally Voldemort took in a deep breath and met Harry's eyes. "How has school been going for you?" Harry just stared at him in shock for a little while before he shook his head "Fine." Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at Harry's answer, "Just fine…?"

Harry sighed and moved over to the small window across from his bed. He looked out and saw a hazy gray sky and rain. He turned around ignoring the question and asked his own. "What day is it?" Voldemort thought for a moment before answering, "It's the first of September." Harry growled low in his throat before he stormed his way back into the bathroom and locked the door. I can't believe school is starting and I'm here having a conversation with Voldemort, why won't he just let me go to school or kill me, this is getting ridiculous. Harry paced back and forth in front of the door; he needed to find a way to get back to the school, so he could be safe, Harry was sure that Dumbledore could protect him. Then came the doubts, what if no one could protect him, or what if everyone already thinks he's dead, or even what if no one knows he's captured and just think he's letting off some steam. Harry growled in frustration, he hated when this happened, always hope and then despair follows right after. Harry smacked his head against the door before sighing, as he opened the door to face Voldemort again.

Harry lay on the bed glaring up at the ceiling, his frustration ran off him in waves and so did his magic. Objects were flying around but he seemed oblivious of it. Finally as he began to calm down the objects fell and Harry closed his eyes, letting himself drift in and out of consciousness until a Death Eater entered his room, he was wanted in the dining room for dinner. Harry pulled himself off the bed and took his time to make it downstairs to the dining hall. Once he arrived, he noticed two things, the first being that Voldemort seemed really happy and excited that Harry was going to be eating with him. The second being that the dining hall table could fit 50 people all around, and that it was filled with food, there was only enough space for him to push his plate a centimeter away from him. He walked over to his seat and carefully sat down, while he eyed all the different dishes of food that was created for his and Voldemort's pleasure, but then a few minutes later 10 Death Eaters arrived and took there spots around the table, all of them eyed Harry suspiciously when they took there seats. Harry just shrugged and waited for Voldemort to make a toast, considering that it was about the same time the feast was going on and that Dumbledore would be making his toast.

Harry looked at Voldemort expectantly, curious as to what type of toasts a man like him would give. Voldemort glanced towards Harry and realized that he was waiting for him to say something. Smiling Voldemort stood up and looked at all the people who were gathered in the room, he raised his glass of red wine and let his eyes lock with Harry's. "I would like to thank the entire group for joining me at this wonderful feast. I know you must all be confused and wary that I have invited a most unusual guest to dinner this evening, but I will explain it all once everyone is fed and things are less tense." With that he sat down and took a sip of the red wine. Then everyone began to eat, Harry sat there as he thought about the toast that was just made. Harry ate a little bit of the food, every time he took a bite he looked up to see Voldemort watching him, he was worried that Voldemort was going to try and poison him. Harry stopped eating when half his plate was empty; sighing as if he was full he pushed his plate away and leaned back against the chair a hand over his stomache. Voldemort frowned but didn't insist on making him eat.

Once the feast was over, Harry retired to his room, he still felt tired from the beating he had received. He laid his head against the pillows and fell to sleep instantly only to be plagued my terrible dreams.

Harry stood in the corner of a room he didn't recognize, the wall was made of stone and there were parts that were chipping in places. He took a quick glance around and saw a man- or at least he thought it was a man- who was cloaked in shadows so you could only just distinguish an outline. Around the figure was a bowl filled to the rim with water, and then there were candles that circled the man and the bowl. Harry was confused but as he walked closer he saw a picture inside the bowl. The picture was of him at his Uncles house, an hour before his uncle attacked him. He didn't know how he knew that, it just came to him. As he moved closer to the figure he heard soft chanting in a language he didn't understand. He felt uneasy as he watched this man, so Harry turned around and left the cell in which the man was sitting. As he moved throughout the house, or at least that was what he thought it was, he realized he didn't recognize anything. It wasn't like Voldemort's Mansion at all. Harry felt a small amount of dread that seeped into his skin from all the stone that made up the walls. Shivering he moved through the halls and finally found the stairs that led up to the main hall. Once he reached the next floor he stopped as he took a look around. It wasn't the main hall but the dungeons to Hogwarts. Harry looked around suspiciously as he quickly found the stairs that brought him in front of the great hall. He opened the large double doors and saw the whole school gathered together in all there house colors with the feast almost fully consumed in front of them. Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table and saw Ron and Hermione sitting there a look of concern etched in there faces as they constantly glanced over at the teachers tables. Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore sitting there, this sparkle that was always in his eye was gone and his face was lined with worry lines. As his eyes traveled along the table he saw that many teachers were worried about something. His eyes finally stopped on the spot were Snape was supposed to be, but only found an empty seat. Harry tried to think if he saw him at the Feast in Voldemort's house but he couldn't remember.

Sighing Harry climbed on to the platform that held the teachers tables and made his way towards Dumbledore's spot. He was conversing with one of the Professors, probably the new DADA teacher. As Harry got closer he was able to here what they were saying.

"Is there still no sign of Harry?" The DADA teacher asked.

"I'm afraid not, Alas Voldemort must have found him it's the only other possibility, it's a shame, we are trying to do everything we can to find him, but so far nothing has leaded us to his whereabouts." Dumbledore sighed as he saw the DADA teacher flinch at the mention of the Dark Lords name. "Come on Tarop, you should know by now to not be afraid of the man, least of all the name."

Tarop sighed as he rubbed his hands together as if they were cold. "I know, but old habits die hard you know, it's just still hard to hear the name after everyone was so afraid of it fifteen years ago." Harry shook his head and moved away as the conversation carried on about the past and things that he didn't want to hear about since it was about the same time his parents died. Once Harry made it out onto the grounds everything around him dissolved into a grey mist before reshaping in to the Forbidden forest.

Harry walked along a path long since used, his feet carried him to the very center where there was a small clearing, in the middle of it was a man, cloaked in shadow but small amount of light lit up his clothes from the moon. The man was wearing all black and he was on his knees his head bowed. Harry stepped towards him when the man looked up his eyes red rimmed, they focused on where Harry was standing. Harry froze afraid to move in case the man saw him, but it was too late. The man stood up a knife held tightly in his hand, he advanced towards Harry, hatred, death and alcohol streamed from the man. When the man was inches from stabbing Harry, he finally reacted and ducked the knife's swing before he pushed the man away, getting a small grunt to know that he did something before he took off back down the path. He could here the heavy footfalls of the man chasing him; Harry ran faster wiping in and out between the trees hoping to lose him back in the forest. Just when he thought the man was gone he emerged in front of Harry like a grey mist the knife hanging at his side. Harry panicked and collapsed on the leave strewn ground. All hope of escaping was lost; the man moved towards him and raised the knife. The knife glinted in the moonlight and a cruel smile appeared on his face. Harry let out a scream before the knife swung down, then everything went black.

Harry woke up in a cold sweat; his side was aching as if he had been running for miles. He looked around the room and noticed that he was still in the red room that Voldemort was letting him use. Harry ran his hand through his long hair before he pulled off the covers and walked over to the window. He opened it and let the cool breeze enter making him shiver slightly. Harry relished in the feel as his skin prickled and goose bumps appeared all over his bare chest and arms. Finally after 10 minutes of the cool air refreshing him he closed the window and walked back to his bed, he looked at the clock and read 4:30 am. Sighing he walked into the bathroom and started the shower. He carefully unwrapped each of the bandages surrounding his abdomen and shoulders. He gasped when one of the bandages pulled at a one of his cuts, making it bleed. He stepped underneath the hot water relishing in the feel of its heat pounding against his sore and bruised flesh. All his scars shone white against his lightly tanned skin, and the bruises were purple and blue which made him feel like a clown.

Once he finished cleaning up he stepped out of the shower and looked at him self in the mirror, he felt stronger and his head wasn't hurting from the pain at the back of his skull. He quickly dried himself and bandaged up the wound that was still bleeding. Then he walked out into the room and grabbed some clothes to wear. Finally he sat down and tried to gather his magical force around him. Standing up, he walked over to the window and looked outside, then putting the image in his head he pictured himself appearing there, and then he pulled his magical force around him like a balloon, and then pushed it out to where he wanted it to be. The balloon like force went forward and then popped. Harry opened his eyes and stumbled against the wall, he felt dizzy as he realized he put more magic it in then he needed too. Harry staggered over to the bed and collapsed on it, sighing as he felt a slight pounding against his closed eyelids. He slowly lifted them open and noticed Voldemort standing at the doorway, Harry moved his head to the side and saw that the clock read 7:30 am. Groggily he pulled himself up into a sitting position, and stared at Voldemort, feeling empty and wasted.

Voldemort stared at Harry's weak state, confused after all the progress he was making; Harry was even starting to make small threats. But now it was like there was nothing left in him to even fight off his sudden exhaustion. "What did you do Harry?" Voldemort asked, trying to be assertive and not accusing. Harry just shrugged and fell back against the pillows, his body folded up into a fetal position. Voldemort stood there for some time watching as Harry fell into his dream land and finally let his body relax from the momentary pain that comes with drained energy. He sighed silently as he left a small parcel lying at the age of Harry's bed, and then he left the room closing the door with a light click. "This is going to be a lot harder then I thought."