It was a dark, dismal day. A day that for Harry, would never be forgotten. It was on this specific day Harry decided to follow his cousin Dudley to the abandoned train station. The place soon grew cold, all the happiness had been drained. Dementors attacked and if it weren't for Snape's unexpected arrival, Harry's should would have been destroyed. Harry didn't realize the mysterious Dark Knight figure had been his potions professor, until they arrived at his Lords manor. Yes, to Harry's dismay they arrived right in the nest of his arch enemy.
Riddle Manor was a lot like Malfoy Manor; same gloominess. Harry was forced into a kneel infront of Voldemort on his throne.
"W-what do you want?" He asked unsurely. Obviously Voldemort would want to kill him but to harry, asking a question that would stall the Cruiciartis was worth a shot.
Voldemort got up effortlessly and glided closer towards Harry. The boy kept his ground, determined to not show weakness.
"There are a lot of things I like," his cold voice began, "and haven't had the chance to have." The pupils in his read eyes dilated into cat like slits. He reached towards Harry's face to stroke his neck and chin. Harry flinched before he could stop himself. He always had a thing with people touching him...
Voldemort silently waved Snape and the three other masked Death Eaters away, as a smirk spread across his face. Right when the loud click of the doorway shutting echoed through the entry hallway, Voldemort began to speak.
"Scared of people touching you , Harry?" Harry gulped. This was not like the past few fights he has encountered with Voldemort. He wanted his wand, he wanted to kill this bastard.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm really not." He tried mustering up all the courage he could. Voldemort didn't like his tone. He swiftly tripped the boy up and easily had him pinned on the ground. He smirk grew wider as he watched Harry struggle
They apparated to the Dark Lords bed chambers, where Harry's struggling only continued.
"Why don't we fight like real wizards, not this rubbish!" said Harry, gasping for breath with the weight of the older wizard on him.
"Oh,jee,Wonderful idea Potter! Giving you a real chance, yes, very realistic." said Voldemort, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He did though, get off Harry and started a bit of paceing. The doors where enchantedly locked, Harry had no where to go. Still breathing for air, Harry waited for Voldemort to pace to the other side of the king sized bed before he jumped to his feet again.
" "Why aren't I dead yet?" he asked, almost as if it where a challenge.
Voldemort stopped paceing, and glared up at Harry, with a look he had never seen on Voldemort before. He then quick as a flash, apparated through the bed and stood directly in front of Harry. Harry backed up a few spaces in alarm as Voldemort reached his hand up to stroke Harry's chin and cheek.
"I really am quite-" he looked for the right words- "Amused," he hissed,"with how you are comprehending all this in your mind. You are still in the mindset of all I wish to do is kill, and torture using Crucio. You are so innocently obliviouse."
Harry slapped his hand away from him.
"What are you playing at? Why don't u just- just do something already! Quit with all this talk nonsense, are u going to fight or not?" Harry's eyes darted a bit nervously around the room. He really didn't know why Voldemort wasn't even Crucio ing the day lights out of him yet.
"Well, considering you have no wand, I don't think that would be a very wise decision on your part, Potter." he went to grab Harry's waste, but the boy quickly pushed Voldemort forcefully away.
"Is this how you want to treat the one who has the wand, dear boy, you are very foolish indeed. So much like your father, oh it's such a pitty it runs threw the family, that filthy mudblood mother of yours-"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled furiously. -
Harry fell to the floor with pain, twitching around horridly, his mouth open in a silent breath type scream. After few minutes of exhausting pain, Voldemort lowered his wand. Harry lie there unmoving, trying to breathe.
"Foolish ignorant boy you are! Did dear old Dumbledore teach you nothing?" Voldemort bellowed. "I will be back, Mark my words you will soon wish you had died along with your parents that night!" He flew out the door, black tinted green robes billowing behind him.
It only took Harry a few minuets to fall asleep, left with only the thoughts of how he was going to escape the Riddle Manor. He did not want to know what was coming tomorrow. Maybe this is a dream, he thought. Maybe I will just wake up tomorrow in the Gryffindore common room, or even the Dursleys. Maybe it's all a dream.