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Telepathic - "lalalalalalalala"

Blissful darkness faded to grey, mismatched eyes blinked slowly open, a pained moan, squinting in the shadows of a stone room. Harry closed his eyes again against the pain he felt in his head, it was like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.

Harry tried to bring his hands up to rub at his eyes, but his effort was futile, he couldn't move his arms.

His eyes snapped open and he twisted his head to the left seeing his wrist shackled to the grey stone wall with a leather strap was so thick it looked unbreakable. Looking to his right quickly he came across the same situation, he narrowed his eyes at the bonds and gave them a slight tug, no give what so ever.

His tail began waving behind him, jerky abrupt movements that portrayed his annoyance, his ears were twitching sporadically in time with his tail.

Harry decided to try something to get out of the bonds. He closed his eyes and reached for his core, he felt himself float through his sub consciousness, he passed memories, feelings, pieces of himself. He abruptly stopped in front of a large ball, it was pure light, pure darkness, pure everything. It was red, blue, green, pink, every colour you could ever think of, it was here. It was there yet not, it was pure magic, his core.

Harry allowed the welcoming warmth to wash over him for a second, he listened to the whispers of his core seducing him. He wished he could stay here with his core for a lifetime, but he knew he had business to attend to. He reached out a hand and made his request known. A single thread of pure red wove its way into his hand, settling into a ball that played about his fingers. Smiling at the small ball, Harry made his journey back to the real world, never once misplacing his grip on the small ball.

Harry sighed as he came back, the entire process took a few seconds, he had placed the ball of magic in his red eye, once he opened that eye the ball would be let lose wherever he looked. This was his favourite way of wielding his magic.

"Welcome back Mr. Potter" A voice drawled, almost startling Harry into opening the eye and letting loose his magic. He opened his green eye and squinted into the gloom, Four cloaked figures stood near a door he had neglected to notice, he saw that it was Snape, both Malfoys' and Voldemort.

Voldemort shifted, his booted feet brought him closer to Potter, he looked at the ears and tail twitching in annoyance and almost thought he looked cute. But the Dark Lord Voldemort would never use the word cute… never.

Snape and Malfoy Snr took up posts either side of the door, wands at the ready. While Malfoy Jnr was always a step behind and to the right of Voldemort. Interesting, this spiked Harrys' curiosity and curiosity killed the cat right?

"Mr. Potter, I have to admit you have spiked my interest. I find it curious that we found you right under our noses and in the state you are." Voldemort drawled.

Harry just stared at him with his green eye, keeping the red one firmly shut until absolutely necessary.

"Come now Mr Potter, where is that Gryffindor courage you seemed to have? No retorts or insults? Or would you rather I just kill you now?

Voldemorts voice had an undercurrent of annoyance to it, showing his displeasure at being ignored. Harry found it amusing to think that after years of his taunts, Voldemort was tiring so quickly of his silence. He couldn't help it.. He chuckled.

Voldemort started, he had never expected Potter to laugh at him.

"I'm glad that you find your predicament so amusing Potter, but lets' see if you'll be laughing when I am through with you. A few slashes won't go amiss." He spat

The Dark Lord raised his wand, and made a cutting motion with it, a silver light flashed towards Potter, opening a gash across his chest, the blood dripped freely down, running in rivulets down Potters sweater. Voldemort was mesmerised. And then it hit him… the smell.

Harry didn't flinch when Voldemort slashed him, it was just a ripple in his façade. He felt his life blood running down his chest, but ignored and waited for the second cut… but it never came.

Harry looked at Voldemort and saw that he had frozen, he looked like a marble statue. He glanced at the others and noticed that Malfoy Jnr was the same. Snape and Lord Malfoy looked on in confusion.

"Why did it have to be you Potter? Why? After all these years…" Voldemort violently asked.

Harry was confused, what had to be him?

"This changes things immensely, Severus, Lucius leave us" Riddles' voice was soft, but commanding and both Commanders left.

Harry watched them leave, he could feel the twinging of the wound on his chest, the edges pulling slightly, the blood had slowed to a sluggish trickle.

Sudden movement made Harry snap back to face Voldemort only to find him in his face, so very close that Harry could see that there were speckles of brown in his eyes. Right behind him Malfoy was also there, staring at him with wonderment. Confusion swept over him.

It seemed like an eternity, as they stared at him. Then Voldemort lifted up a hand and reached out to touch him.

"No!" he snarled.

And then he opened his red eye…