Harry couldn't believe it. How could Voldemort recreate all of his past wounds? It sounded impossible yet he had found a way? Harry couldn't even remember all of the wounds inflicted upon him there were so many. It would be a wonder if he survived this but that was the point... to not survive.
Harry had been hoping for a quick death with the killing curse but Voldemort had hesitated and Harry's ignorance had cost him. It had cost him with pain and lots of it. He had no idea how he was still alive now. Who could go through all that and still be alive? His head still hurt from the invasion and he felt completely stripped of dignity and any sort of privacy that he had had before. What had he come to? He almost wasn't even Harry any more he felt so drained and unlike himself. He felt like someone else outside of his body looking in yet feeling everything inflicted upon the body that wasn't his. Why did this have to happen to him? Why did it have to be the Potter's that Voldemort picked on that fateful night? Why did his parents have to die? Why did all of those he love have to die? Why did he have to die?
Harry didn't understand and no one had explained it to him. He only knew what Dumbledore had told him and the small and greatly hidden clues that rarely showed an appearance.
Why did Dumbledore have to control him so much even in death? Dumbledore knew it would be hard yet he knew Harry wouldn't back down because Harry was a good person and wouldn't let those he love suffer because of him. Harry just wanted a release from all of this and death was it so what was taking so long?
"Harry are you ready to die?" Voldemort asked laughing giddily about jumping out of his socks, if he had been wearing any, with excitement.
"Go ahead and kill me, but you still wont win, you never could have," Harry replied still confident though all the questions in his head were completely opposite that fact.
"But you see Harry I already have." Harry didn't know what he meant maybe it was the thought that Voldemort had the famous Harry Potter in his grasp and was successfully going to kill him. Harry hoped that was it because if there were any more surprises he was leaving behind how was it that he would help the ones he loved through them. He couldn't bare thinking that maybe Voldemort had some hidden plans just waiting to unravel and then the world would fall into chaos. Harry couldn't think about that now he just had to stay alive as long as possible to give those still recovering during the momentary truce more time.
"Well, go ahead get on with it," Harry said getting impatient. For a guy who's been waiting to kill Harry it was taking him an awfully long time.
Lets see which hurt we shall start with. Any preferences?
I especially like that one on his insanely large forehead. Could we cut it up again for him? Bellatrix asked starting towards Harry clearly even more excited then Voldemort to finally get her grimy hands on the boy. She had amazing torture techniques so she knew the secrets to breaking people.
No! We save that one for last. It was the first one to be received and so it shall be the last one he gets before death.
He should get his dark mark redone I think, one death eater said with a snicker.
Excellent idea. He should be marked yet again by me showing my brand upon him so that everyone knows that I own him. He then drew his wand and pointed it at Harry's wrist and began to enchant the spell. Roleska Memoria Inflictious! Harry screamed in pain. It was exactly how it had happened that dreadful night in the graveyard. Harry had tried with all his will to forget that night yet it kept creeping back up and now the memory was a clear as day. Harry not only felt the pain in his wrist but the emotional pain as well. He saw Cedric Diggory get killed. He witnessed the hatred and dread of dying that night in that terrible place. He felt the cold hands of Voldemort upon his flesh burning him beyond belief. He even felt all the emotions when he saw his parents. It was unbelievable and seemed to much to hold inside only one body. So much emotion and so much pain and it was only the first wound inflicted. How could Harry stand another such as this. The cruciatios curse seemed only a scratch to what Harry was feeling now.
Ah, yes you see now what I had in store for you. quite a nice present I believe. Bellatrix you may add your mark now upon the boy.
Harry couldn't stand this pain from one spell from one fateful night and now Belllatrix was free to have him? What was this madness or was it just Harry who was already mad?
Yesss, she slithered as she glided to the fallen boy. Let me see that pretty face of yours. Come on lift your head you don't want to disappoint me, Bellatrix said with a pout. She gripped Harry chin tightly between her thin white cold hands and made him look directly at her. Not even missing a breath she said Now what do you want done to you? I especially like my technique that I used with the Longbottoms. How are they now anyways?
Harry pulled away and tried to draw his wand that wasn't there instead he threw a punch. Bellatrix didn't receive the blow though for she whipped her wand out ant bellowed Crucio!
Now, Potter we cant have you getting away from us now you only now just decided to visit.
You will not do to me what you did to the Longbottoms. They didn't deserve what happened to them. You destroyed them yet let them live how sick could you get, Harry yelled at her as tears streamed down his face. He had seen the Longbottoms at once and it was just a sad sight. How could something like that happen to such valiant and courageous people? If that could happen to them what would happen to someone that was less of a person someone like Harry. They were so much more then him and yet what fate did they get? Something worse then death like the dementors kiss. No one deserved that not even a death eater yet it happens and no one can stop it.
Oh Potty so sentimental and caring you don't need to worry about getting the Longbottoms fate I ve planned something special for you, she cackled evilly. What could be worse then what had happened to the Longbottoms.
Now Bellatrix don't get carried away I still want him alive and fully aware when you are done with him. He is mine and I would like to finish him, Voldemort said.
Of course master he will be as you said. Now what to do what to do. Should I cut off a few toes maybe a finger or two, maybe even your tongue so you cant even speak. That would be something wouldn't it yet I want to hear you scream its the best part you see. Oh how about an ear to match one of those filthy ginger traitors since he doesn't have his twin anymore I guess you ll have to do though you wont be alive much longer. Harry lunged at her yet he was knocked down again by the cruciatios curse. She knew exactly where to get him the most and it terrorized Harry that she knew that.
Your sick! You know that right. You bloody evil ghastly eel! you don't even deserve to live because of what you ve done!
Oh, Potty and are you going to be the one to kill me? You aren't doing a very good job of it now. Harry grunts and stays resilient he wouldn't let her get to him again, he wouldn't. Now where were we? Yes, how to torture you. How about we start with a few small shallow cuts and then we move on to some big stuff. How does that sound? Silence follows, I ll take that as a yes! She said excitedly now twirling around in circles around Harry viewing him from all angles finding the best vantage point.
Here now lets get you hung up to dry so we can get a better look at you. She raised her wand
and suddenly Harry was being hung by invisible shackles in the air so all could see. Ah, now that's better. How about we start with the arms and then work are way downwards that sounds good.
She pulled out two daggers that seemed to come out of nowhere and probably did. Alright get ready because this is about to hurt!
Authors Note-hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I tried to make it longer and please review :)