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A/N: This song is one of my absolute favorites of all time, and it�s PERFECT for how Voldemort and Harry are feeling right now.

A/N 2: Also, I wasn�t exactly proud of the last chapter. It was kinda short but it was kind of a necessary transition into this next phase of this fanfic. This is where we really reach the emotionally stressed and action and event-packed part of Featherlight Taction. I hope you guys like it!

WARNING: This chapter contains torture.

And please keep reviewing! Your reviews keep me writing!

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And this is how it feels when I
ignore the words you spoke to me
And this is where I lose myself
when I keep running away from you
And this is who I am when,
when I don't know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when
it's all left up to me

Breathe your life into me
I can�t feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me
Breathe into me

And this is how it looks when
I am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart
when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I
pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear
when I throw myself away

Breathe your life into me
I can�t feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me

Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me

Breathe your life into me
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
falling, falling, falling
Breathe into me

-Red � Breath Into Me

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Chapter 13- Contrition

Harry felt his heart plummet through a thousand worlds as he stared at Arthur Weasley�s fallen form. Fred�s pained sobs echoed in the back of his mind and all his memories of Mr. Weasley flooded his vision. All the things he did for him. All the advice he gave him. He had been like his father.

Ginny had noticed now. Her scream jolted Harry from his stupor and the rage that filled him now was so pure and unadulterated that if drugged him to the point of insanity. His wand was clenched in his fist but disregarded as he sped towards a gloating Bellatrix Lestrange. By the time she noticed his maddened approach, it was too late.

Harry tackled her to the ground, violently gripping her neck and squeezing as tightly as he could.

Even through her choking coughs and strangled movements, the demented witch managed a jagged smile. Do it, she was saying, Go ahead.

He shoved his thumbs into her throat. She was clawing at his arms now, her wand forgotten on the ground. The world faded around him and he knew nothing but her dilating pupils and weak struggles for freedom. The malice he felt overwhelmed him and he almost feared himself.

What am I doing?

Her eyes twitched to the left and Harry jerked his head to see what her gaze had caught. Goyle flung a disarming spell straight into his face and he flew off of Bellatrix and into the wall of the Burrow. Lestrange got to her feet, grabbing her wand and coughing, all the while smiling at Harry.

He shuddered in revulsion under her stare. His forehead throbbed from where Goyle�s spell had hit him. His wand had been flung across the yard, leaving him helpless and unprotected. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione. One of Ron�s eyes was swollen shut and he was trying desperately to defend Hermione, who looked like she had a broken arm.

Remus and George were unconscious on the ground and Molly, Fleur, and Moody were protecting their unmoving forms as four masked Death Eaters tried to overpower them.

Harry couldn�t see anyone else, but he could hear their shouts and see the light of their spells.

He was trapped.

Bellatrix and Goyle seemed to see this, and they began to smile, drawing nearer towards him. He began to panic and it was only at this point that he realized his glasses had fallen off somewhere, making the world slightly blurry. This only made him feel more vulnerable.

Suddenly, a jet of red light flew right past Goyle�s lunkish head and Harry saw an eerily irate Fred Weasley, coming towards them. �Get up, Harry!� he yelled. �Run!�

Harry�s vision flashed back to Mr. Weasley saying the same thing and a paralyzing fear hit him.

�You�re the one who better run, Weasley!� Bellatrix screeched, raising her wand into the air.

�NO!� Harry bellowed, pushing himself of the ground and grabbing her arm to stop her.

She turned to him in surprise and her expression quickly melted into satisfaction. �Time to go! I�ve got him!� she cried. The Death Eaters stopped fighting at once and began disappearing into the night with loud, repetitive cracks. Harry realized with horror what she meant, and he tried to yank his arm away just as her claw-like grasp fastened around his wrist and they disappeared, Ron and Hermione�s screams fading into the distance.

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Tom Riddle was currently leafing through an ancient dark arts literature, his red eyes narrowed as he scanned the pages in the firelight of the library. His shoulder twitched slightly in memory of the pain of Harry�s Sectumsempra curse and he frowned.
Severus had healed his wounds the night he had received them, leaving not even a scar in their wake, but he still felt the echo of the feel of his own shredded flesh. It was like the tears were forever embedded there, even if they were physically gone. How could he have been so careless?

Why had he let the boy go?

Narcissa�s question on the night of the battle at Malfoy manor had been true enough. Why had he let Harry leave? Was it a display of weakness to let his enemy escape?

Harry had been at a vital moment of his agony when his companion had died. The Death Eaters had seen it as a perfect moment to crush the boy. Voldemort had seen it as possibly the most cowardly moment to strike.

And there had been something else.

Not guilt� but it was arrogant to deny that it was something akin to it. It had been in that moment when Harry had grabbed his robes. Voldemort had been stunned when he did not change, even though he had already guessed that it was and change of skin to skin contact. He couldn�t help but feel a wretched disappointment and understanding that twisted his stomach unpleasantly.

Harry had been so close to him and yet so far away. At that moment, that Dark Lord had seen their separation and only become more confused at what he felt in regards to their never ending fight. In his separation from Harry, he felt separated from everything. When the boy had grabbed his robes and looked at him with those pained, angry eyes, Tom had lost all sense of who he was. He felt small and weak.

It had left him speechless and angry.

He tossed his book aside and rubbed his forehead.

�My Lord!�

Was that Lucius Malfoy? Why was he here?

�My Lord!� Lucius yelled again as he and Severus ran through the halls of the underground manor. He knew that Voldemort would not be pleased with his shouting, but he considered it important enough to take the risk of punishment. They had to save Potter. He couldn�t say that, of course. The Dark Lord would not regard this as �saving� the teen. To him it would just be stabilizing a necessary factor. Nevertheless, they needed to find him; and they needed to find him quickly.

Tom Riddle appeared in the hall before them seconds later, and they skidded to a stop, bowing their heads and each mumbling a panting �Milord.�

�What is it, Lucius?� Voldemort hissed, looking severely annoyed and vaguely curious.

�I am terribly sorry to announce myself like this,� Lucius said, straightening.

�Well you best have a good reason,� Tom replied harshly, looking at Severus.

The potions master stepped forward. �We have news that is of a most urgent matter, my Lord,� he said, his voice deep and rasping. �It�s Bellatrix Lestrange.�

Voldemort scowled. This was bound to be unpleasant.

�She has voiced the desire to attack a group of Order of the Phoenix members,� Snape continued, pausing and taking a deep breath before finishing his sentence. �And Harry Potter.�

Riddle�s eyes snapped to Severus� and his scowl deepened by the second. �She did what?� he whispered dangerously.

�She says she wishes to capture and torture him, my Lord,� Lucius said, trying as best as he could to keep his face devoid of emotion. �She left thirty minutes ago.�

�Why did you not come to me sooner?� Voldemort barked.

�We tried to go after her initially, but she eluded us. She said that she would first retrieve other Death Eaters, my Lord. And it also took us a while to find you.�

The Dark Lord drew his wand and Lucius flinched, preparing himself for repercussion. Instead, Voldemort began walking briskly down the hall, beckoning for the two to follow him. �Where is she?� he growled, summoning his outer robes and stopping to put them on.

�There is a group of Order members with Harry Potter at the Weasley residence. It was for the funeral of the woman who died-�
�I see,� Tom said sharply, cutting the other wizard off. Without another word, he wrenched Lucius� left arm from his side and jabbed the man�s dark mark with his wand roughly. �Bellatrix Lestrange,� he said darkly.

The dark mark began to writher on Lucius� pale skin and an ethereal image floated up before them. Harry Potter was currently on top of Bellatrix, pinning her to the ground and his hand at her throat. They watched on in a morbid astonishment as he dug his fingers into her windpipe, his expression malicious and vengeful. The boy was hit in the face with a spell, suddenly, and he flew backwards. In mere moment, he had lunged back at Lestrange and the woman had grinned wickedly. They disappeared moments later and a vision of a dilapidated mansion appeared before them. Voldemort had seen enough.

He released the spell and frowned deeply. She had gone to her home, then. Brilliant.

�The Lestrange estate,� Lucius muttered. �The anti-apparition ward is a mile long.�

Voldemort began walking towards the entrance hall of the manor to disapparate. The tracker on the dark marks was not a present time locater, but one that reflected the memory of his Death Eaters. That meant that Bellatrix had already taken Potter ten minutes ago. He felt a cold desperation hit him and he faltered in his thoughts.
Why did he fear what she would do to the boy? Why was he so furious in his urgency to get there?

He shook his head. Because the Potter was HIS to kill! No one else�s! It was as simple as that. Bellatrix�s ridiculous impudence would not go unpunished. She would pay for this discrepancy.
If the anti-apparition ward at her manor was a mile long, he would need to get their quickly. Even the Dark Lord himself could not surpass such wards without a great deal of time on his hands.

�My Lord, we will come with you,� Severus said as he and Lucius struggled to keep up with Voldemort�s hurried pace.

�No,� Tom snapped, �I will deal with this myself.�

The authoritarian look in his deep red eyes left no room for question, and Severus and Lucius bowed back with equal hesitance as the Dark Lord disapparated from the manor.

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Bellatrix�s vice-like grip on Harry�s arm didn�t cease when they arrived in the middle of a field a ways from a large, black mansion. He looked around in a panic. No Death Eaters had followed. Why was it that these people always wanted to torture him alone?

In no time, she had drug him into the ominous building, grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him against the wall, where his head hit with a crack and he fell to the floor on his hands and knees.
Bellatrix laughed. �Poor Potty!� she crowed, sounding strangely like Peeves as she watched him with pleasure while he held his head in pain and struggled not to break down from his fear. She was going to kill him. She was going to kill him�

His hands traveled back to his pant pockets lamely.

�Ohh�� the older witch purred. �You don�t have your wand, do you? Crucio!�

The curse hit Harry in the back and he let out a scream of agony, falling on his face and twisting around on the floor as she mercilessly pushed ten worlds of pain into his body. She lifted the curse with a shrill giggle and watched him with a delighted amusement as he tried to crawl away, spitting up some blood. Apparently he had bitten his lip.

�That won�t work, precious!� she cooed, walking up to him and shoving the heel of her shoe into his lower back. Harry let out another cry of pain and rolled over, batting her foot away.
Bellatrix�s grin quickly flashed to a scowl and she flicked her wand with another shout of �Crucio!�

Harry was shaking and screaming, his pain too much for him to comprehend now. His vision was turning black and he felt himself wishing for death. Please let me die! Please! He begged silently to the heavens through his cries of anguish.

She didn�t lift the curse for minutes, years, eternity� Harry was on the brink of consciousness, his voice too hoarse to scream anymore as his emerald eyes began to fade. Finally, she lifted it and her poisonous laughter filled the dark hall again.

�Poor, pathetic Potter,� she spat. �You�re more fun than the Longbottoms, and I really enjoyed that one.�

�Fu�� Harry couldn�t force the speech from his mouth as he breathed heavily, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep awake.

�What�s that?� she asked, mocking, as she approached him and leaned over his seemingly broken form on the floor. She prodded his chest with her wand.

�Fu�� Harry�s eyes snapped open and he glared venomously into her dark eyes. �Fuck you.�

Her eyes went wild with rage and she smirked, dragging her wand slowly down his chest and stomach. Harry let out a yelp of shock and groaned in pain as the skin of his chest split open and his blood seeped into his blue shirt, staining it with a dark, crimson river.
�Watch your tongue, little boy,� she hissed, �Or I might just silence it like that pitiful Weasley.�

Harry�s brain clicked on and he grabbed her wrist, twisting it with a wail of impassioned anger. She howled in pain as her wrist broke and he wrenched her wand from her hand. �You!� she spat, jumping at him fiercely.

�AVADA KEDAVRA!� Harry screamed with uncontrolled ire, feeling nothing but sickened rage as the hall filled with green and Bellatrix let out her last futile scream of evil before she fell to the floor, her eyes open and glassy.

Harry inexplicably became even more frightened and he crawled furiously away from the corpse, stopping at the end of the hall and huddling in the corner, staring at the dead woman with wide eyes as he cradled his legs. He began to rock back and forth, not bothering to look up when the front door slammed open and someone came inside. He was long gone now. His mind was empty. He had just killed someone�

Voldemort pushed the door to the mansion open with an excessive display of violence, peering into the main hall of the dank place. A few feet away a body was crumpled on the floor. Upon closer inspection he found it to be Bellatrix, and she was dead.

Immediately, his head shot up and he looked up and down the hall, freezing when his eyes caught a small figure in the shadows. He ventured near, slowly.

Harry�s eyes were like disks, unblinking and unseeing. His eyes didn�t leave Bellatrix�s body as he rocked back and forth. The Dark Lord stared at the wand clutched in the teen�s hand and knew what must have happened. He looked at Harry saw blood on his arms and dripping down to the floor. The boy was hurt; badly so.

Without really knowing why he was doing so, Voldemort approached the traumatized wizard and knelt down on his knees, surveying the only other live on in the house like he was some sort of alien.

He�d never thought Harry capable of killing. Apparently, neither had Harry.

�Harry.� Tom�s voice was not gentle, but it was quiet. It broke through the silence like shattering glass.

Harry�s head twitched and he let out a short whimper.

Voldemort�s pale hand moved of its own accord, reaching slowly towards the trembling wizard. Without warning, Harry�s hand shot out and grabbed it, and Tom felt the sweeping change overtake him. For a minute, he simply stared at his and Harry�s hands. Potter�s fingers were latched tightly around his own limp ones, squeezing them with a fierce intensity. Lethargically, Harry�s head began to turn, stopping once his own wide eyes had met Riddle�s. The boy�s mouth was hanging open slightly, as if he had just screamed, and Voldemort was mesmerized by his empty expression.

They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Harry�s face contorted into such a deep misery and pain that the Dark Lord was temporarily taken aback. Harry�s eyes began to spill over with tears and he sobbed loudly, leaping forward and latching onto Tom roughly, his hands digging vehemently into Voldemort�s robes and the bare skin of his left arm.

Tom was so shocked that he found himself unable to move as Harry sobbed and shuddered into his chest, clinging to him as if he would die otherwise. Riddle�s arms hung in midair, as confused as their owner as the Boy Who Lived clutched him and soaked his robes through with tears. Soon enough, he realized that not only tears were soaking him, but blood, and he grabbed Harry�s shoulder and pushed the boy back.

Harry refused to let go of Voldemort�s arm and stared at the point where their skin made contact. Tom ignored the belligerence and looked down at the young wizard�s chest. It was drenched in blood, a huge gash etching its way down the soft flesh.

Riddle reached forward and touched the wound softly. Harry jerked back, his eyes round. Tom grabbed the teen�s wrist just as he retracted, keeping the transformation intact. He stared purposefully into Harry�s sage orbs, and slowly, Harry relaxed and looked away.
Voldemort drew his wand, not missing the flinch on Harry�s face. Slowly, he ran it just above the gash, murmuring an elaborate incantation. Harry�s skin began to seal up and he gasped in pain as the wound closed itself. The gasp turned to a sigh when the healing was finished, and Harry let out a deep breath of relief when his pain faded away.

Hi relief was short-lived. With the loss of pain came the gain of senses, and, without pulling away, Harry turned to face the dark haired wizard beside him.

He did not need to ask the question that etched itself so deeply in his countenance. Voldemort looked away, becoming painfully aware once more of where he held Harry�s wrist. He knew he should let go, but as soon as he did, Harry would once more regard him with that hateful disgust.

For some reason, he didn�t want to see Harry look at him that way. Harry�s hand twitched a little in Tom�s grip and the older man turned back to face him. The boy�s messy hair was in a tangle around his face, shielding his scar from view. His eyes were rich and deep with thought and contemplation as he looked at Tom, almost inspecting the man. It was like he was looking for some kind of proof that this was really the Dark Lord in front of him and not some imposter.

Tom felt the strong need to prove himself, but what he did was most likely the opposite of what would assure Harry that he was Lord Voldemort. He tugged Harry�s arm and pulled him forward, crushing his lips down on the shocked teen�s with a dark intensity.
Harry�s eyes slid close in both weakness and the overwhelming sensation of Tom�s sheer determination that poured into the kiss. He stayed limp as Voldemort ravaged his lips for the second time in a month.

But something was different about this time, Harry noticed. This time it wasn�t violent and bruising, but forceful and passionate. His arm reached up and grabbed the Dark Lord�s tightly; not quite an embrace, but close enough to one for the circumstances.

Still, he didn�t kiss back. He just allowed Tom to continue as he held onto the older man for balance.

Voldemort�s mind was reeling, he�d never felt lips like Harry�s and though he was thoroughly disgusted with himself, he never wanted to let go. He just� couldn�t. His tongue dove into Harry�s mouth; once, twice, and a third time, and he finally pulled away, taking Harry�s lower lip with him before letting it go with a soft snap.
Harry�s eyes were shut tightly and Tom simply stared at them until they opened slowly and looked up at him. This time, the question held within the emerald depths was stronger.

Why?

Voldemort sighed and looked at Harry for one last second before he shoved the boy backwards into the wall, standing as his reptilian self. It took a few moments for Harry�s face to fall back into its normal expression.

Voldemort looked at the front door, refusing to look at the teen any longer. He knew full well that Harry�s expression didn�t really hold its usual malice, and that�s precisely why he didn�t want to see it anymore. The hate needed to be there. It was supposed to be, damn it.

Voldemort was suppose to hate Harry and Harry was suppose to hate him. It was the way of things. The taste of Harry lingered in his mouth and he clenched a pale fist tightly.

�Go now or I will kill you,� the Dark Lord said shortly, not looking at the wizard beside him.

Harry stared at the snake-like man for another moment, not believing the threat for a second. Still, after one last look--his retinas still burning with the image of Tom Riddle--he limped silently out of the mansion, leaving Voldemort behind and walking off into the night.

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�Harry! Oh my god!�

Harry collapsed onto the lawn of the Burrow. He had just apparated there with the last of his energy. He was completely spent now.

Hermione, the twins, and Ron all ran up to him. Hermione�s arm was in a splint and she used her uninjured hand to roll her exhausted friend onto his back. She gasped when she saw his ripped, blood soaked shirt and inspected his skin.

�I�m fine,� he breathed, trying to get up.

She looked at him worriedly and the twins knelt down and hooked their arms under his, lifting him up gently and helping him towards the house.

�How did you escape?� Ron asked as he followed them to the house. �Are you okay?�

Harry didn�t answer. Instead, he stared blankly at the grass where Mr. Weasley�s body had laid. It wasn�t there anymore. They must have moved it. How long had he been gone?

�How did you escape from Bellatrix, Harry?� Hermione repeated Ron�s question, her eyes lit with worry.

�I killed her,� Harry replied blandly, his eyes half-lidded. The twins stopped in their tracks for a moment, causing Harry to stumble. They quickly picked up their pace again and helped Harry through the doorway. Suddenly he remembered himself and he pulled away, turning to the three Weasleys. �Guys� I�m so sorry,� he said throatily. Their faces flushed in sadness and they gave him matching, weak smiles.

Wordlessly, Ron wrapped his arm around Harry�s shoulders in a sort of hug while Hermione took his hand on his other side.

Together, the five walked into the sitting room where Remus and Molly stood quickly, rushing forward to them, their faces stained with misery and tears.

Harry looked at them all quietly as his vision began to blur more strongly. He still didn�t have his glasses. Funny how he could care less.

He blinked, but when his eyes reopened his vision was blackened. He shook his head weakly, the voices of those around him lost as he succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness.

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Wow! Two chapters in one day! Fancy that!

I hope this chappie made up for chapter 12. I�m really starting to grow attached to this story. Gosh�

And I�m sorry for all the drama and angst, but it�s necessary. This is a war slash romance tragic kind thing, after all.

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