AN: Sorry for the wait. My chapters will get longer as the story progresses. In the first chapter I forgot to add that Harry dropped his wand. He doesn't have it throughout this one.

Chapter 2:The Flames Consume

Darkness surrounded him like a blanket. His breath became quick and ragged the more aware he be became. He couldn't move his body no matter how hard he struggled. When he struggled the temperature felt as if it rose and this made him panic even more.

Eventually he felt fire consume his body. Nerve endings were bursting with pain. His body futilely shook and twisted in an effort to remove him from this hellish pain. This only made it worse and Harry scream harder. Knowing now that resisting was useless he lay there and took the pain.

After what seemed like an eternity the pain slowly dissipated. A cool and...regretfull presence swept through his body and touched his mind.

(It was necessary young one and for that I am sorry.)

"Ha...who are ya...you?" stuttered Harry.

(Now is not the time for that. You have been fated with an impossible task and I am here to give you a choice.)

"Why do you care?" Harry was glad that he could pronounce the words correctly. He couldn't appear weak infront of someone.

(Once I too was given such a...responsibility. I offer you two things. You either accept my gift or decline it.)

"If I decline?"

(You will forget this and most likely die at the hands of your foe...after watching the world wither and die.)

"...If I accept?"

(You will suffer...but the world could live on...should you succeed. Your friends may live past the darkness. It will be up to you to prevent most of their deaths, but some will die regardless.. You will also die, but...peacefully.)

"Either way I will die?"

(The odds are greatly against you. Many times I have seen a situation such as this. Many heros older and more experienced than you have died in their battle against weaker foes.)

Somehow he knew that he could trust this thing and with a heavy heart he made his decision. "I accept!"

The voice spoke again in a regretfull tone after a moment of silence.

(So be it. Prepare yourself young one for your suffering shall begin now.)

With that said the being left his body and the pain that he experienxed before returned.

When his body finally stopped convulsing he noticed that it was growing brighter.

Opening his eyes Harry saw that he was in a gigantic room. He couldn't see the roof or the walls. Only the floor was visible and it was completely smooth and very black..

A gasp involuntarily escaped him as he saw two statues standing on the strange black floor about ten feet away.

He shakily stood to get a better view of them. Standing next to them confirmed his thoughts. One was of him as he looked now. He wore ragged clothes and a defeated air hung about him.

The other was Voldemort. When he last saw the monster in the Department of Mysteries he was a disgusting sight. Voldemort had been wearing a hooded robe at Privet Drive and he could only see his lower face, but now Harry saw that the bald and unhealthily skinny figure was gone.

Voldemort now stood around seven feet high and his weight looked as it should. He was no longer skinny, but wasn't fat. He looked as a tall person should, strong. Long black hair fell like silk to the middle of his back.

He wore a black robe with green rune-like structures spread across the material.

His face looked more manly than monstrous. Instead of the fanatic look that it held when Harry last saw him there was a look of determination and satisfaction. Harry knew it was Voldemort, because he looked like an older Tom Riddle.

During his inspection on the figures he did not notice the subtle shift in the rooms atmosphere. Only when he noticed the room held more figures did he feel the change. Life seemed to have returned to the ancient tasting air.

He ran from statue to statue. Each one seemed to stand against an opponent. He had not made it far when he came upon a familiar looking man.

He stood for a moment before he gasped in shock. Only one person he ever met had those sparkling blue eyes. Ablus Dumbledore stood before him looking much younger and appeared in all of his glory. Gone were the silly robes and the absent minded expression.

Despite the friendly face he could hardly stand to see the pain in the younger Dumbledore's eyes. They held no warmth. Sorrow, blinding anger, and power were all that was to be seen. Harry could barely breathe in the presence of such power. He did not understand how this thing could hold Dumbledore's power, but be it the real thing or a fake it was very impressive.

Harry turned to look at the figure that the Dumbledore statue was directing such raw emotion at. He only had time to notice that it was a man with blond hair wearing green robes before he heard the rustle of fabric behind him.

Harry was still unsteady from the soreness that the pain brought and fell in his abrupt spin. He looked to where he heard the noise only to see a mostly black blur.

He didn't understand at first but then realized that he must have been wearing his glasses. He scrambled to find them only to see a blury form of a pair of glasses move into his immediate sight.

Judging that the person wouldn't have helped him if they wished him harm, he decided to speak.

"Thanks, I'm Ha-"

"I know who you are."

Harry put them on to see another familiar figure, but he was sure he didn't know this man.

He was pale and wearing all black. He also appeared to be wearing a button up trench coat. Sunglasses blocked his eyes and his black hair was cut short. Harry could literally feel the power radiating from him, but couldn't bring himself to feel intimidated like anyone else would be. The power felt like nothing he'd ever felt before.

"Who are you."

"In time...you will know," said the man in a quiet voice.

"Ok. Where are w-"

Harry stopped mid-speech because the man had turned his head as if he could hear and see things Harry couldn't.

"This will be painfull."

"Wha-" Again he was cut off, but this time the man dove toward him. Harry tried to move, but was to slow. He clenchedd his eyes in fear and hoped the man wouldn't kill him.

A millisecond later Harry felt one of the oddest things. It felt as if something had moved through his skin where the man was aimed. He opened his eyes to see that he was once again alone.

For a moment he was confused, but his confusion quickly left.

Something was moving in his stomach and going up. It wasn't painfull. Though it did feel a bit awkward. Almost like a hand spreading out and moving up.

When it reached his chest he felt it hesitate. That was all he needed to know that this was going to be very bad.

It quickly darted from the middle of his chest to his heart. The hand grasped his heart and he felt it slow.

A few seconds later Harry started to become dizzy. As his blood slowed and body shutdown Harry stood there unable to help himself. A pounding began in his head and black spots ate at his vision. Darkness quickly overcame him as his body stopped fighting.

Minutes later Harry Potter lay dead on the floor of a cavern that no one even knew existed.

AN: This will not be a lovy-dovy story. People will die .