Author's Note: The following story contains rather a scary events that doesn't make sense... It could be in peril and less too repeating. Please sit and relax to listen to the next.
Chapter 5: The Hour II
"This... can't be... I can't... I can't believe I was...!"
Harry Potter was stood rooted on the spot, giving a silent mute upon the bundled child that was upon the ground to Tom Riddle, who was grinning a twisted smile upon his lips, like he wanted to laugh at the reaction on his face.
He... He must be joking... He can't be that ser-! He can't be that sincere that... this is me! This can't be so... but why?! How could this be if I'm... I'm standing here before him and...
I don't know what to believe of this... How and what way is it...?!
He... gave a fearful and whimper in the reflection of his snake glowing eyes as he shook his head rapidly and stared continuously upon the shrouded baby in the blanket, who stared weeping in tears of sorrow, for the child... was afraid upon the red eyed man in black cloak. However, Voldemort laughed at him, knowing he was going to be that in denial about that case alone. He understood it was going to under result that he was in daft about such words.
Could he have lied and deceived him, just to see him get so dead headed at this statement? He must be trying to trick him, isn't he?!
This can't be...
This can't be that he split him into...!
He couldn't withstand to take himself to speak in a choke, "I think you... You lied! You're deceiving me... messing up my head over some...! This cannot be true... I... I...!"
Voldemort suddenly swifts and took him by the arm, speaking in a very rasped like tone, "So, I figured this much about you! You can't seemed to focus well, can you? Well, look here: What makes you think I fooled you with such lies? Have I ever lied to you and deceived you by chance? Ha, ashamed you can't even stand tall enough to see this is... the truth before you!!"
Harry bit his lip from his firm grasp as Voldemort then... hollowed a laugh in greatness as he continues to stare the boy's wide eyed horror. He finds it fitting that he seemed to be at broken and even how shattered he becomes of such of a less man to think he would fool him to such means.
He then switched to a less laugh at this as he then... forced him against the trunk with might as he gave no word or explanation more as he made haste in quick to hold an object from his hand...
It was...
...a pocketknife.
But not just any sort of pocketknife to be in precise. It was not plain as it appears... for it seems unknown in hand. It was not positive as to how he took a move to have the pocketknife, but Harry had no chance to ask or how so. It was too fast as he made a certain slash to his neck without a hesitation.
He gave a gasp as he tried to scream or wriggled his way to escape from his clutch at him.
I can't breathe! I can't seem to breathe well...!Help! Somebody, help me! How could I be so foolish about this... !!
He shut his eyesight to black.
This cannot be the end... It... It can't... Make it stop...! Make it end... please, make it...!!
It was then...
He was released in fast heap... which knocked him out in a cold like statement. After five o' clock evening, he opened a peep of his eyesight slowly, his glasses askew. He gagged in a sputter... as he slides against the tree shakily, coughing as he holds his throat, trying all he could muster an effort to gain at stand by feet. He then adjust himself, struggling his steps, searching in swivel in panic.
Where... was he?
Where was Tom?
Did he just...
...disappeared?
Like he was...?
Yet, how could this be that he...?
He made sudden glances, checking angles of the forest in worriment and alert.
He's gone...
He's gone and yet...
Was the child to be gone as...?
He then sighted the same spot...
...and apparently, it was still the child was remained in sheets, left behind. He apparently stop crying as he gazed into himself in silent gurgles... and slow bubbles.
Harry felt unwell at this as he stared back at the baby as well in return.
This child...
The child...
...is me.
Could this be...
...really I...
...like he refer?
