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A Reality to Live	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13165 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could say otherwise I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly I don't make anything from writing this either.

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AN- While this isn't my first attempt at Fan fiction, this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. So I beg all you avid fans out there, please be kind. I'm hardly an award winning writer, and I know there will be a few spelling and grammar problems. All I ask is you please forgive those and instead enjoy the story.

Also I mostly write slash, so that's what this will be when I get around to paring off Harry. I pretty much already know who he'd going to be with but not saying yet :P I will say it'll take a while to get there though, and the plot doesn't revolve around the romance. Though it is important. I'll likely end up writing some makeout scenes and some sex ones. Just not a lot.

"Normal speach"

'Thoughts'

{Speaking Parseltongue}

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Prologue

It was a rather nice evening, the temperature not to hot or too cold. And the setting sun was painting the sky a spectacular red and purple as it sank beyond the horizon. Only for one particular fourteen year old scrawny, messy black haired boy named Harry Potter, none of that really mattered. To him there was nothing nice about it. In fact it was a rather unpleasant, if not downright horrible evening.

He'd had to make his way through a dangerous magical maze, in which he'd ended up breaking his leg while facing a giant spider, only for him and Cedric to be taken, viva portkey, to a misty old graveyard. In the graveyard things only got worse. Cedric was murdered before his eyes and before Harry could recover from the shock of what just happened, he was dragged over to a tall gravestone by the boy's killer and tightly tied to it.

Unable to get free from the cords keeping him strapped tightly to the gravestone, Harry could do nothing to stop what happened next. The revival of the most evil wizard of their time, if not ever.

Closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch the newly reborn dark Lord marvel at his new form, Harry wised this was all just a nightmare of the type he could wake up from. But as much as he wished that was the case, the dark haired boy knew it wasn't. The pain he felt growing in his scar was proof of that.

Hearing the soft swish of heavy robes made as one moved, Harry opened his eyes to find himself face to face with Voldemort. His noseless pale face only inches away as he started at Harry with two blood red eyes. Harry would have leap back if he'd been able too, but as it was he could do nothing more than flinch, recoiling at how close the reptilian looking man was to him.

Seeing the movement Voldemort smirked, "Do you not find Lord Voldemorts appearance to be splendid?" He asked as he drew back a little. He didn't seem to expect an answer though and went on. "I happen to think this body do be much improved to that a normal witch or wizard. It needs little rest and process food much more efficiently. But best of all it channels magic much better."

With a wave of his hand Voldemort caused a nearby gravestone to explode, sending small chunks of stone and dust everywhere.

A whimper from along the Graves drew Voldemorts attention, for which Harry was grateful. He felt worse than helpless timed up like this. Both knew the dark lord could do anything he wanted to Harry right now.

Walking over to hisservant laying on the ground and cradling his bloody stump of an arm as he sobbed, Voldemort ordered. "Get up."

Doing as he was told the balding fat man, that Harry recognized as Wormtail, looked with hopeful eyes at his lord. "Master?" He begged holding up his bleeding arm.

Voldemort just ignored the plea. "Show me your other arm Wormtail." The man sobbed but did as he was told and held up his uninjured arm. Voldemort took hold of it, none to gently, and pushed back the sleeve to reveal a black magical tattoo. A skull with a snake coming out of it. He pressed one of his long pale fingers to the mark and Wormtail howled in agony. Voldemort seemed to enjoy the sound as a twisted grin appeared on his face, and he held his finger there longer then he need to. When he finally let go Wormtail dropped to the ground sobbing once again.

Stepping away from crying man Voldmort walked around the stone caldron, muttering quietly to himself, seemingly having forgotten about Harry or was ignoring him for the moment. Whatever it was, Harry was happy the snakemans attention was not on him.

After a few minutes of silence, save for Wormtails sobs and Voldemorts quiet mutterings, Harry heard a new sound. Some kind of soft scraping. It came for behind him and he craned his neck to try and see what it might be. He didn't like there being something else out here he didn't know about. He might be helpless, but he felt a little better knowing what was there…

The large head of a huge green snake come to view after a few moments, soon followed by the rest of the snakes body. It rose up to look at Harry with glittering intelligent eyes for a few long moments, it's tongue flicker out, before turning and slithering over to Voldemort.

{Ah, there you are Nagini my dear.} Voldemort hissed to the snake, in the closest tone to affection he'd ever use. {I was wondering where you had gone off too. Soon our friendss will arrive and we'll learn who's truly loyal.}

{Will you let me hunt down thosse that aren't?} The giant viper asked hopfuly as she slithered up and around Voldemort to drape over his shoulders. The snakes weight hardly seemed to even faze him.

{You would like that, wouldn't you.} He asked, and then said. {Perhapss, letss ssee who showss up firsst.}

At that moment one crack signaled the arrival of a dark robed and bone masked man. His arrival as soon followed by a good many more cracks. The masked and robed witches and wizards each bowed and kissed their lords robe before silently moving into position to form a large circle around their Lord, holes here and there where people were missing. They fell to their knees and waited for Voldemort to acknowledge there presence. So far he'd just continued to hissing at Nagini and hadn't once looked towards the Death Eaters.

Once all those that were coming had arrived though, Voldemort turned and looked around at the assembled witchs and wizards on their knees before him. As he did Nagini slid back down to the ground and slid around the circle, hissing at each person she passed.

Voldemort watched her for a moment before suddenly asking in cold, emotionless voice, "Why have you all come here tonight?"

One of the larger wizards looked up at Voldemort, his face confused behind his mask, "Because… you called my Lord." The man said a bit stupidly.

Turning his eyes on the Death Eater, Voldemort pointed a wand he drew from his robe at him and hissed, "Crucio!"

The man's screams rent the night air and from where he was watching all this happen Harry wished he could over his ears with his hands to block out the sound.

"Yess… I did summon you all to me. But why did you come now? None of you cared to try and find me before? I was beginning to believe none of you truly cared about me. That maybe…" Voldemort paused for effect and glanced over to where Potter was. A few of the Death Eaters that were facing the right way looked Harrys way as well.

"I was starting to think you were happy the unexpected had happened and a one year old had banished me." The dark lord continued in a deadly tone. "So I'm sure you can understand why I wonder why you're returned to me now."

The gathered witches and wizards shifted uneasily where they knelt, there guilt making then uneasy. Voldemort watched them, his thin lips turned up slightly at their discomfort.

"Is it out of loyalty I ask myself?" Voldemort went on as he started to walk around the circle as Nagini had done before. Now she was slithering over toward Harry, who wasn't too happy about it. "But if so then I find myself back to wondering why my loyal servants never tried to find me and help me return. You who know what I've done to beat… no conquer death. You couldn't have believed a mere one year old could really have killed me."

"Master! Please forgive-" one of the masked men started beg, but Voldemort cut him off with a wave of his wrist and a "crucio".

After a few seconds his wand fell ending the curse, and Voldemort walked up to the twitching and gasping Death Eater sprawled on the ground. "Get up Avery." He hissed, not at all kindly. Without a word Avery did as commanded and was back on his knees, bowing in moments.

"You ask for forgiveness? Lord Voldemort does not forgive. Nor does he forget." The Dark Lord said coldly, glaring around at each and every one of them."It will take you all thirteen long years to make this up to me. But… I do reward faithfulness, and loyalty." Voldemort said, looking over to where Wormtail was lying weakly in a slowly growing pool of his own blood. He still cried but it was mostly silent sobs now.

"Wormtail , as worthless and traitorous as he is, return to me. Out of all of you it was him that finally came and found me after I'd started to despair of any of my followers ever coming. It was he that, even though he isn't powerful or smart made me a body I could inhabit till my resurrection, and he that learned of a most loyal follower that was wanting to serve, but just need to be set free.

"And it was HE who performed the ritual tonight that brought me back to my full power." Voldemort finished, as he waved his want in a complicated pattern. From the tip flowed what looked like molten silver. It flowed over to Wormtail and fixed it's self to his bloody stump. The liquid silver continued to swirl and shift at the end of his arm for a moment before changing into a solid hand.

Getting weakly to his feet Wormtail started at his new hand with wonder, then looked to Voldemort. "Thank you… Master… It's beautiful…Thank you." He whispered as he approached Voldemort. He fell to his knees to kiss the dark lords robes, and then hurried to his place in the circle.

"May you remain loyal and faithful." Voldemort told the balding man.

"I will my Lord. Thank you."

Voldemort just watch him for a moment longer before he started to walk around the circle again. He started by a gap in the hole, "Here we should have the Lestranges." He said quietly. "But they are in Azkaban… They where faithful, they tried to find me and for that were sent to Azkaban. When the prison is broke open, they shall be honored beyond their wildest dreams. The dementors shall join us… they are natural allies. I shall have all my devoted servants return to me, and create an army that all shall fear!"

A few shifted uneasily at their lords words, but Voldemort didn't seem to notice. He continued to walk around the circle, looking at his followers. Most he passed by in silence, but a few he spoke to.

"Macnair, I hear you're destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry now. Soon you shall have much better victims. Lord Voldemort shall provide.."

"Thank you, Master." Murmured Macnair where he knelt.

Continuing on Voldemort walked till he stood before the two largest of his Death Eaters. "I expect you to do better Crabbe, so don't disappoint me." Voldemort said looking over to the slow man that answered his first question to his assembled Death Eater. "And you Goyle." He said turning his gaze to the man next to him.

Both bowed clumsily and said, "Yes, Master..." at about the same time.

Leaving them he continued walking and looking at his Death Eaters. One of which bowed, till he was all but laying on the ground.

"My lord, I prostrate myself before you. I am your must faithful-"

"That will do." Said Voldemort with a glance to the man. Moving past the bowed wizard Voldemort stopped before the largest gap in his assembled followers. He stood there a long moment, as if he could see the men and women that should be standing here.

"Here we are missing six of our brethren. Three who died in my service... One, who wasn't true to the cause. Who sold out his own… he will pay. One I fear I have lost forever… he of course will die. And the last, the most faithful servant Wormtail helped me find. I believe you know him." Voldemort suddenly said, looking at Harry once again. Nagini had curled around the base of the grave, but now slithered off to harass the Death Eaters some more.

Leaving the circle Voldemort walked over to Harry, who was confused. The only person he could think of that he knew that might be a Death Eater was his evil git of a potions Professor. But even if he didn't agree, Dumbledore trusted Snape. And Harry trusted Dumbledore.

Seeing the look of confusion Voldemort smirked. "My Loyal servant is good at not being known about. It was he that ensured you'd be here tonight."

"My lord, please tell us… how this came to be about. We are all curious." Spoke up one of the Death Eaters Voldemort had gazed long at, but not spoken to.

"Ah, Lucciuss." Voldemort said, on purposely hissing his name as he knew it would make him uneasy, and looked over at the man that had spoken. "Stand, and come to me."

Lucius did as he was told, though Harry thought it seemed he was hesitant to come too close to his lord. Waving his hand at the man's face the bone mask turned to smoke and vanished. "You're curious are you? Yess… I'm sure you all would be. So I'll tell you, and what a tale it is. It all begins, and ends, with our friend here."

Both wizards looked at Harry. Determined to at least seem brave, even if he was scared shitless at the moment and his scar hurt horribly, Harry looked back. Voldemort seemed to find that amusing. "Yess, keep that attitude." He whispered so only Harry and Lucius could hear, before speaking louder.

"You have all heard of how this boy, this child, brought about my down fall." He asked, and the gathered witches and Wizards nodded and muttered they knew the tale.

"But what you don't know is that this only happened because of something unforeseen. An old magic I should have remembered. I killed his mother as she attempted to save him. Normally his shouldn't have mattered, but she must have called on the old magic before I came for the child and offered herself up as a sacrifice to save her baby. By killing her, I unknowingly gave Harry a protection no spell of mine could get though. I couldn't even touch the boy."

"But now… Now I have fixed that. Now I can touch him." Voldemort said looking right into Harry's green eyes with his own blood red ones.

Unable to prevent it from happening, Harry felt the tip of Voldemorts long bony finger press lightly against his famed scar. The pain Harry felt was so intense he thought his head would slit, or at the very least that his scar had to be bleeding. It hurt so badly.

Voldemort laughed softly in his ear before taking his finger away and turning back to the Death Eaters. Harry didn't care much for what else the man might have to say though, his head hurt too much to really even listen.

"I miscalculated, my friends, I admit it. My curse was deflected by the woman's foolish sacrifice and it rebounded on myself…" Voldemort went quiet again for a moment as he looked around at his gathered followers. "Aaah… the pain. It was beyond anything you can imagine. Nothing could have prepared me for it. I was ripped from my body, I was less than a spirit, but still… still I was alive. Just what I was, even I do not know…

"I, who have gone farther than any other along the path to immortality. You know my goal…" Voldemort said peering around his followers. "To conquer death. And now I was tested. It seems at least one of my experiments had worked. For I did not die, thought the curse should have done it. But I was powerless. I had no body to do even the simplest of things, let alone a spell."

Voldemort paused again to shake his head.

"I remember forcing myself to continue exist day, by day, as I waited. For surely I thought one of my loyal and faithful followers would one day find me. Help me perform the rituals needed to restore me to a body… but I waited in vain."

A shiver ran around the ring of kneeling Death Eater, and Voldemort let the silence grow to further make them worried.

"Only one power was left to me." He said finally. "The ability to possess the bodies of others, but I dared not go where humans were plentiful for I know the Aurors would be searching for signs of me. So I instead fled to deep into a forest. It was there, many years later I thought my chance had finally come. I encountered a wizard. He was everything I dreamed of, weak and easy to control, and a teacher at Hogwarts.

"I made him bring me back to this country, and after a while I possessed him to supervise my plans. But they failed. I didn't manage to steal the sorcerer's stone. I was thwarted once again by Harry Potter." Voldermort said quietly, sending a glare towards the bound boy.

His head already hurting badly, Harry was unable keep a pained groan from escaping as pain spiked in his head once more. It hurt so much he felt sick and more than a little light headed. He sort of wished he'd just pass out as then it would be an escape from the pain he felt.

"I left the servant to die and returned to my hiding place far away." Voldemort went on." I will not lie to you, I then feared I'd never regain a body of my own. It was my darkest hour. I knew I'd have no second chance at getting the stone, and I had given up hope of any of you coming to my aid."

"My lord-" One of the still kneeling Death Eaters started, but Voldemort silenced her with a "crucio", before continuing.

"And then, not even year ago, when I'd almost abandoned hope, it happened. One of my servants came to me. But not out of loyalty, but rather fear of his old friends. But no matter, Wormtail did find me, helped by the rats. You have a strange affinity for the vermin, don't you?" Voldemort asked looking towards Wormtail.

"I do, master." The fat man told him.

"With his aid I was able to create a temporary body to inhabit while we got ready for the rituals to be performed to night. Wormtail would have had me use any witch or wizard that hated me for my resurrection, but I knew, there was only one I could use… Harry Potter. But how to get him? He was protected by blood wards at home, and then was at Hogwarts with Dumbledore the rest of the time. It was by pure luck the answer fell into my lap.

"Wormtail here got tired of caring for me one evening and went to an inn for some food. And who should he meet there, but one Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic. Now this could have ruined everything, but instead fate favored me. Somehow Wormtail here got Bertha to go on a walk with him. Once away from the inn he over powered her and brought her to me. From her a learned two very Important things. The first being that the tri-wizard cup was going to be taking place at hogwart this year. And second," Voldemort paused for a moment, to build the suspense. "Was there was a faithful servant wanting to serve me, if only I could contact him.

"Sadly, after I was done with her, she needed to be disposed of. She wasn't even fit to be possessed." Voldemort said smiling madly at the memory of what he'd done to her. The smile didn't reach his eyes though, and look wholly wrong on his snakish face.

"My faithful servant went to Hogwarts and made sure Harry would be chosen as a champion and then helped him with the tasks to ensure he'd touch the cup, which was a portkey and would bring him here, beyond the wards and Dumbledores protection. And here he is! The boy who is said to have brought about my downfall."

Turning Voldemort looked back at Harry. "Thanks to his generous contribution," He gestured to Harry's cut and still slowly bleeding arm, "I stand before you here today."

"My lord, Will you now kill the boy now with us as witness?" Lucius asked.

"No… I have other plans for the boy now." Voldemort said turning first towards Lucius, and then the rest of his gathered Death Eaters." I do not know all of what the prophesy said, but I do know I've gotten nowhere by trying to kill him the past two times. Third time may be the charm, but I have thought of sometime else. Something which will get rid of 'boy who lived' once and for all. And leave him knowing I've won for the rest of his life."

At that the Death Eaters murmured, wondering what their lord had in plan for Potter.

Harry himself was sure what to think of what he just heard. His head had stopped hurt enough towards the end that he caught the end of Voldemorts 'speech'. He had no clue what Voldemort could do that would get rid of him, but yet not kill him. A part of him really wasn't sure he wanted to know… This was also the first he'd ever heard of a prophesy about them.

Suddenly the cords binding Harry to the gravestone disappeared and he fell into a heap before it with a cry of pain as it jolted his broken leg. Groaning, Harry pushed himself up a little and thought about trying to make a run for it. He didn't have any hope of getting away, but he didn't want to just give in.

Before he could try and find out if his leg would even support him though, he was hauled back to his feet and dragged into the center to Death Eater. There Voldemort waved his wand and chains sprang from the ground. They wrapped around his legs, keeping him from being able go anywhere. Voldemort let him go, and he felt back onto the ground with a pained hiss.

At first Harry thought the chains had something to do with whatever Voldemort was going to do to him, but then he said.

"What I plan to do needs to be done during the witch hour. But don't worry, I won't leave you all bored till then. As I did normally prepare some form of… entertainment for our get-togethers, I'll let you have a little fun with the boy till it's time."

At those words eager murmuring spread around the circle. Harry on the other had felt a chill run down his spine…

"I just ask that you keep the damage minimal." Voldemort added. Which meant they couldn't use any of the really dark spells they knew. He wanted Harry to make it out a live on the other side so he could live knowing he'd lost. A few, like Macnair was disappointed about not being able to do serious damage, but most were just happy to even have the chance.

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Harry scream and thrashed on the blood covered ground, no longer able to keep silent, as another one of the Death Eaters took their turn to torture him. By now he had completely lost track of just how many people had had turns so far, nor did he have any idea for how long it they'd been doing this. He just knew that it felt like ages. And that he hurt everywhere and in ways he'd never have knew possible before.

It felt like the person torturing him right now was both skinning him alive and boiling his blood at the same time. If he could have, Harry might have just bit his own tongue to end this, but near the beginning someone had conjured a gag of some kind in his mouth. It keep him for hurting himself, but didn't mute his screams any.

When the curse finally ended Harry lay panting in a curled up ball, as he trembled, waiting for the next person to start. Only no one did. Instead he heard a crack of someone apperating. Lifting his head slightly Harry looked towards the new Death Eater that approached the high backed chair Voldemort had conjured to sit in while he watched the torture and fell to his knee's to bow before Voldermort.

"Ahh… Severus… my friend. I must admit I didn't expect you to show up tonight." Voldemort said slowly as he looked down at the bowing man before him.

At hearing the name of the new Death Eater Harry's eyes widened. He wasn't surprised, but it did hurt that it seemed the headmaster was wrong to trust Snape. But Harry was confused at to why Voldemort didn't expect him to come if he was a Death Eater.

"I had believed you had left me and called Dumbledore Master now." Voldemort continued icily. Where he bowed, Snape remained unmoving and just waited though. After a few long moments of silence Voldemort waved his hand and Snape's mask turned to smoke and vanished.

"Look at me." He hissed while leaning forward in his chair. Long pale fingers gripped Snape's chin and pulled his face up. Blood red eyes locked with dark, almost black ones. Snape's face became pained looking, but he never tried to pull away. He showed Voldemort most of his memories without much resistance. There were a few that were fake, but Snape had little need of too many of them when his real memories and feelings would help him. And those that didn't, he was good at hiding. Good enough it seemed not even Voldemort noticed.

Seemingly pleased with what he learned from the man's mind, Voldemort pulled back and turned to address the watching Death Eaters. "It seems I was mistaken, Severus here has remained my Loyal servant. He's even managed to fool Dumbledore into believing he'd turned sides, and has positioned himself where he can be most useful to me."

A few muttered quietly, and Voldemort turned sharp eyes on them. "Do you question my ability to know if someone lies to me? To be able to judge if Severus is still loyal?" He asked in a cold tone.

"No, of course we don't question you, my Lord." One of them quickly said, and the others quickly agreed.

Eyes still narrowed Voldemort said, "Then watch yourselves. Be thankful I'm feeling lenient at the moment." Looking away from them the Dark Lord turned back to Snape. "I'm afraid you've arrived too late to join in the fun, but I'm sure you'll enjoy being present as I finally rid this world of the boy who is supposed to be able to defeat me."

"My Lord, I would enjoy nothing more." Snape answered from where he still kneeled before Voldemort.

"Then come, and we shale get started." Voldemort said as he stood up, his voice the closest to excited as it could get. Snape following him closely, Voldemort walked over to where Harry still lay and waved his wand to banish the chains that had held him in place while the Death Eaters had entertained themselves with their creative spells, and the gag in his mouth.

It was the moment they were gone that Snape suddenly cast a powerful swirling orange hex that if had hit Voldemort would have set his bones on fire. It didn't of course didn't hit him, Voldemort cast the yellow counter shielding spell immediately. Snape had expected it though, and used the moments Voldemort was chanting slightly long incantation to make a dive for Harry. In his hand a portkey that would activate the moment it come in contact with Harry.

He never made it though, a weak blasting hex for Lucius between him and Harry threw the two apart. Quietly getting to his feet Snape looked at Harry, who was lying in dazed heap too far away to now reach, then to a very angry Dark lord, in time to see the green spell heading his way. Rolling to the right he just barely avoided the killing curse and flung another powerful dark spell at Voldemort. A dark purple blast that looked like lightning as it flew towards the Dark Lord.

The watching Death Eaters raised their wands to help, but Voldemort hissed, "He'ss mine!" As he waved his wand to summon up thick roots form the ground. The purple lightning hit the roots and half burned, half melted them, but it blocked the spell. Lowering their wands again the watching Death Eaters moved back to watch the duel from a safe distance.

As much pain as he was in, Harry too watched the duel from where he had landed a good way across the graveyard. He only looked away once to look up when a Death Eater moved to stand over him. Lucius.

Harry had known Snape was a powerful wizard, but till now he had never really see just what he could do. He was not on the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort, but he was fast and skilled. He put what he could do to use in unusual ways. Like using a simple frost charm to try and trip up his opponent and following it up with more deadly slashing hexes or a blood draining curse.

The two wizards flew around the graveyard for a lot longer than most expected the duel to last. Each casting more and more deadly curses and hexes at each over as fight kept going. Avada Kedavra often coming from Voldemorts wand. The area was soon littered with the remains of destroyed gravestones or clumps of dirt.

Knowing that he couldn't keep this up and that sooner, rather than that he'd get hit by something, Snape cast an obscure spell he'd only ever read about and never cast before. He was confident he could cast it, just wasn't sure how well he'd be able to focus it on his first try.

Voldemort eyed Snape warily as didn't recognize the spell incantation, something rare when it came to him. A black mist surrounded Snape, crackling menacingly as little arcs of purple lightning flashed thought out it. Snape waved his wand towards Voldemort and the mist condensed into a ball which shot towards Voldemort.

Not sure how to block the mist Voldemort leap into the air, and flew across the graveyard to avoid the black sphere of crackling mist. It followed after him through the air much to his dismay though. Spinning his wrist Voldemort shouted, "Zephyrado". From the tip of his wand a small cyclone formed. It got bigger the more magic he feed the spell. Thinking to rip apart the mist sphere Voldemort whipped the cyclone at it.

While Voldemort was busy dealing with the sphere, Snape ran towards Harry once more and cast a barrage of quick silently cast spells at Lucius. None where deadly as he didn't want to accidently hit Potter with something like that. Lucius blocked the spells easy enough, but hesitated casting any of his own back. His Lord had told them not to interfere after all. So he just threw up a barrier between them.

Voldemorts cyclone had sort a done as he wanted, it didn't disperse it as hoped but he did blow it away from him. Unfortunately he'd sent it towards a Death Eater who didn't manage to get out of the way. It surrounded him and started to both electrocute and suffocate him at the same time. Once the Wizard was dead it dispersed.

Voldemort didn't watch what was happening to his follower though, he looked back to find Snape making another attempt at reaching Harry. He couldn't have that happen so quickly cast his own volley of spells. Snape either heard or sensed them coming and manage to avoid most of them, but a bone crushing hex hit his right leg, while a cutting hex hit his left side and he fell, with a pained grunt. Not wasting any time Voldemort disarmed him, and then cast the same spell he'd used to bind Harry earlier in the night. Chains sprang from the ground wrapped around the downed man. They bond his legs and they continued up to bind his arms tightly behind his back.

Catching the wand sailing through the air towards him, Voldemort landed and then started rolling Snapes wand around in his hands as he circled the helpless man. After a few moments he asked, in a deceivingly calm voice. "Why have you done this? Hadn't I just welcomed you back with open arms? I would have helped you achieve our dreams. Is this how you repay my kindness? By immediately trying to hex me and then steal away my prize?"

Looking past Voldemort to where Harry lay, a bloody mess at Lucius' feet, Snape said, "I swore to keep the boy safe." Just to whom he had promise though he kept to himself. Though Voldemort wouldn't be wrong to believe Dumbledore had gotten him to swear a magical oath to help Harry if he was still alive before he came here tonight.

For a few long moments there was complete silence as they both looked at Harry, and then Voldemort pointed his want at the potions master. "Avada Kedavra!"

The emerald green light hit Snape in the chest and moments later he slumped forward, dead.

For some reason Harry felt tears flooding his eyes again. He didn't like Snape, hell he had downright hated him at times, but the man just died because he'd tired to rescue him, so Harry couldn't help it.

Leaving Snapes body as it was, Voldemort walked over to Harry. Seeing the tears he sneered. "How touching. Upset to see you're most hated teach die? Well don't worry, you may just be able to see him again where you're going." Reaching down Voldemort grabbed a hold of his mess black hair and dragged him out of the graveyard and down to nearby field, uncaring of the pain he was causing. Maybe even liking he was hurting Harry.

The field looked to have been magically flattened, there wasn't even the slightest of unevenness to the area. In the center was a large round smooth smokey grey stone with sliver flecks though out it. A large and complex runic circle, a ritual array, had been hand carved into the center of it. Voldemort had made wormtail work on it a few hours each night as he supervised, since they'd arrived at the old Riddle Manor. And of course cast muggle repealing charms all around the area.

Around the stone were more dark slabs. They were at driven into the ground in two rings around the center stone. The inner ring had seven stones, and stood exactly seven feet tall, while the outer ring had eleven and was exactly eleven feet tall. A single, different rune was carved into each facing towards the center.

Voldemort cast a silent and wand less paralyzing spell on Harry before placing him in the center of the array. The spell would be broken once he started the ritual, but for now it would keep Harry where he needed him to be. Not that Harry was in any shape to do much struggling after the torture. Now it wasn't only his leg that was broken. Still Voldemort wanted to take no chance with the boy.

Turning to face his Death Eaters that were looking with interest at the set up Voldemort said. "Don't pass the rings. We wouldn't… want any accidents tonight."

Having warned them, Voldemort turned his back to them and instead looked up at the sky. In just a matter of minutes it would be time to begin. Walking around the rings Voldemort check one last time to be sure everything was just as it needed to be, then when it was finally time to begin he walked over to the center stone Harry was lying on.

Next to it was a bag full of the things he'd need for what he was about to do. Reaching in side of it Voldemort pulled out three charcoal colored candles. The wax they were made of wasn't anything to rare, just from a magical breed of bee. The wicks though on the other had been made of a rare hair. It came from a creature that mostly lived out of faze with reality. An ethereal stalker. They were humanoidish in appearance. They were tall and thin with long limbs. There were hard to see though as they bodies seemed to be made of smoke. The only part of them that seemed to be solid where there large shining silver eye and their long white and gray hair.

Voldemort placed the candles in a triangle around the runic array harry lay on and then pulled out the next item from the bag. A long razor sharp knife. He placed that too near the array, and then pulled out the last items from the bag before banished it. The last items were a few lightly glowing gemstones. Almost uncaringly he dropped them on the ground around him.

The moment the last of the gemstones hit the ground Voldemort started to chant. Or hiss, as he was doing this in parseltongue instead of Latin or one of the other old languages of power. He walked around the center stone slab lighting the candles one at a time as he chanted. Once he got back to where he'd started from the gems he'd dropped on the ground started to glow more brightly and rose from the ground to slowly revolve around Voldemort. His chanted hisses grew louder and rougher at this point and the carved ruins under Harry started to glow with a pale light. The light broke the charm on him, but keep him immobile in its own right.

And hurt. At first it wasn't too bad, just strangely sore pull he was feeling though out his body, his whole being, but soon that changed as Voldemorts chanting softened again. It suddenly felt as if he was being tugged and pulled everywhere and in all directions. Thinking he was being ripped to pieces Harry screamed, and would have arched if he was able to have moved.

As he screamed Voldemort picked up the knife and roughly cut away his champion uniform till he was bare chested, and then started to carved some parselnic runes into the smooth skin over his heart. It was the only area undamaged though, as he'd forbidden it to be damaged while his follower had their fun. Harrys screams increased at his carving till he suddenly went mostly silent. He was screaming still, but it was mostly noiseless now, as his bleeding throat had given out.

Once he finished carving the runes Voldemort set the knife back down and continued to chant. As he did the runes carved into the stones surrounding the center stone started to glow with the same light as did the array. Sparks and then tendrils of pure magical gathered around the stones. Soon the air above and around Harry was super charged with magic that started to distort the very space. Harry rose up off the stone and floated where the distortion was getting the strongest. The Gemstones around Voldemort spun faster in response.

Harry hardly noticed though. At this point he was barely even conscious. He just hurt too much and wanted to fade away into the blackness waiting for him. That he was longing for. Instead he was suddenly pulled into a different kind of darkness the moment Voldemorts hissing chant ended.

It was then that Dumbledore, drawn to the huge amout of magic gathered here, arrived with a few of his own trusted followers and Aurors to see Harry suddenly vanish from where he'd been floating in the in the center of the ritualic structure Voldemort had built.

Turning to the long bearded old man Voldemort laughed, a high pitched, cruel sound, "Your too late old man. Your precious 'boy who lived' is gone. Lord Voldemort has sent him body, magic, and soul to a different reality. It was easy really. He stood no chance before my might. I don't know why anyone ever expected him to defeat me. Or ever believed he had in the first place."

He laughed cruelly at the devastated look on Dumbledore's face.

"Till we meet once more." He gave Dumbledore a mocking half bow and tossed to him Severus' wand. He apperated away, his followers doing the same moments later.

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AN- A lot of this chapter did come for the book, but I tried not to copy it word for word. I wanted it different enough to not bore someone that's read the graveyard seen dozens of times. I hope I've accomplished that. After this everything should be original.

I wont be writing about Harry's home reality after this chapter. Most because for what I planned it doesn't matter much, but also because I'll have little to do other then say Dumbledore is trying to find a way to bring harry back and that his friend are upset about what happened and miss him. And maybe that Voldies winning. I feel it would just be chapter filler as well… But if for some reason I get a lot of people wanting me to write about it now and then I might consider adding scenes as an extra at the end of chapters now and then.

Also I should say up to this point everything in Harry's past has pretty much been cannon. So the event in the first four books still happened as they did.

I believe what the Dursley's had done to Harry was real abuse, which will have some lasting effects on Harry though. So in that way he might seem a little OOC, but I don't intend him to have a totally different personality. He'll just be a hurt boy that is far too independent because he's not had many adults he could look up to.

And one finally thing I should mention not to expect my chapters to always be this size. This is the largest chapter I've ever written. I will say about 4000 words will be the smallest I'll write for this though. Also don't expect fast updates. If I'm in the mood and its flowing maybe weekly, but when the words don't come it might take months.

All that said I hope you enjoyed it (and aren't sending me howlers or worse for killing Severus. I love him, but the plot bunnies insisted… evil little things) and will review.
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