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Chapter 5
As the flash dimmed a sense of forbidding filled the air. Voldemort’s eyes flashed fiercely as Harry glared toward the ground. He was fine...His scar was burning.
He looked toward the ground and Wormtail was lying spread as an eagle. Dead. Voldemort had killed his own follower. It was true he shows the same amount of pity for his followers as his enemies. Voldemort walked over to Harry and looked Harry in the eye.
Harry’s scar burst out with pain and fell backwards onto the cold, damp ground. Voldemort must have noticed the pain in Harry’s eyes, because he broke eye contact. Voldemort resumed his position. Harry sat up and looked up at Voldemort.
“That hurt you. Didn’t it Potter?” Voldemort asked coolly.
Harry just looked at Voldemort making sure not to make eye contact again. He blinked and the deatheaters were gone. It was only Voldemort and he.
“It won’t hurt to just answer me.” Voldemort remained cool.
Harry was shaking. He knew that Voldemort knew the answer. He knew that Voldemort was just playing with him. He was going to play with him before he killed him!
“Potter, make it easier for yourself and me.”
Harry gulped. He knew all hope was lost. He knew that his mother and father wouldn’t want him to waste their sacrifice. He quickly muttered the word, “Yes.”
“Only if the rest of the wizarding world could see the famous Harry Potter now.” Voldemort laughed at the comment. “Potter is hurt when the Dark Lord is near-“ He shot a glance toward Harry and caught Harry’s eye. Harry’s scar shrieked with pain. “Oh...Potter, how you have fallen. Just because of that little scar on your forehead. It shall never go away. I could make it, but you will always serve the light. It’s in your blood. So what should I do with you?” Voldemort said as he paced back and forth. He stopped right in front of Harry. “Potter, do you know that I’m your grandfather? And that means that you are the heir of Slytherin.”
“What?! But I’m a Gryffindor!” Harry blurted out.
“You are a Gryffindor by choice...A Slytherin by blood! I could help you become great. Greater than I, Voldemort! The reason that I ever wanted to kill you was to get rid of Gryffindor blood. Your father is the heir of Gryffindor. That's why. You are bound to serve the light.”
Harry looked out onto the horizon and saw a phoenix. The phoenix flew over to Harry and landed in front of him. The bird transformed into Professor Dumbledore. He turned to Harry and looked into his eyes. 2
“Harry are you ok?” Dumbledore asked.
“Yeah.” Harry said.
“Ah...Dumbledore...so nice of you to join us,” Voldemort said calmly.
“Tom...long time no see.” Dumbledore replied calmly. “HARRY GO! GO BACK TO HOGWARTS! SIRIUS WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU THERE!”
Harry did as he was told. He ran through the Forbidden Forest. He didn’t realize that he was lost. Not until he saw bright headlights did he realize he knew that head be out of the Forest in no time. The Blue Ford Angelica was speeding toward him. He saw flashes of blue, red, gold and other colors flashing behind him. He knew that Voldemort and Dumbledore were dueling.
And off of a sudden silence. Not a neither bird nor creature moved. The forest was silent. He looked back and saw Voldemort, but no Dumbledore. He knew that fate had befallen Dumbledore. He had no time to daydream right now. Dumbledore wanted him to get out alive even if he didn’t.
He got into the Ford Angelica. He drove it onto the Horizon and saw the castle that made his home for years. It would be Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts. The year that head be taking the O.W.L’s or Ordinary Wizarding Levels. He flew toward the colossal castle. He landed on the front lawn and walked slowly into the castle. He saw that Sirius was running toward him.
“HARRY! ARE YOU OK?” Sirius asked hysterically.
“I’m fine...but Dumbledore wasn’t so lucky,” Harry said bowing his head.
“He’s dead?” Sirius asked also bowing his head.
“Yeah,” Harry said miserably.
“Harry...We need to get your stuff from Diagon Alley. Since Hermione told you the 26th...We’ll go then. Until then go up to the Gryffindor common room. The password is bacon.”
Harry nodded and walked toward the Grand staircase. He walked automatically up to the Gryffindor common room. Before he realized it he was standing in front of the Fat Lady.
“Mr. Potter! What are you doing here? It’s summer vacation!” She asked.
“Long story. Can I come in?”
“Password?”
“Bacon!” Harry said as she swung open. He walked into the familiar common room. He walked up toward the dorms. He walked into his room. Which now had a sign reading fifth year dorm. He walked in and saw that he had his trunk in his dorm. He sat down on his bunk and looked around.
The dorm looked exactly as it did last year except for the fact that he was the only person in there. He laid backward and fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next few days flew past quicker than Harry could count. Soon it was time to go to Diagon Alley. That morning Sirius woke Harry up early. They walked out toward the Forbidden Forest. There was a little hut that Harry never noticed slightly off the Hogwarts grounds. Sirius had Floo-Powder in a bag on his belt. They walked into it and there was a fireplace against the far wall. Sirius handed some Floo-Powder to Harry and Harry threw it into the fire yelling, “Diagon Alley!”
He flew past many fire-grates until he flew out the other end into Diagon Alley. He brushed himself off and saw Hermione and Ron waiting for him.
“Hey Harry!” Ron said.
“Hey Ron...Hermione!” Harry said.
“Where to first?” Ron asked.
“I need to refill my moneybag!” Harry replied and they started off toward Griggots. After Harry filled his bag up with Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles and Bronze Knuts they were off to get their term books. They needed:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5
By Miranda Goshawk
A Advanced Guide to Transfiguration
By Emeric Switch
Dueling through the Ages
By Albus Dumbledore
Dark Ages, The Dark Arts
By Tom Riddle
A Few Jinxes and Curses for Dueling
By Tom Riddle
Harry, Hermione and Ron walked toward Flourish and Blotts. They walked in and quickly got all of their books. They got the rest of there things and then headed toward the fire-grate that they came out of. They each took out some Floo-Powder. Ron went first back to the Burrow. Hermione went to the Burrow also and then it was Harry’s turn. He took a deep breath and threw the powder into the flames; witch in return turned emerald green and roared. He stepped into then and felt warmth spread through out his whole body. He quickly spoke the words, “Hogwarts Castle.” Diagon Alley vanished and the hut came into view. He walked out and walked back up to the castle. Sirius was waiting for him in the Great Hall. Things went on.
As the end of the year gloom filled the air. Harry was sitting on the Gryffindor table. Sirius just woke up and there was a pause and then Professor McGongall spoke. “I have decided who the new Head Master is. It is...
Sirius stood up and looked at Professor McGongall. Who returned his stare. Sirius walked up and sat down in Dumbledore’s seat. Harry looked at his watch and it said 6:30. The students should be arriving any moment. Harry saw the first student walk in and then another. Soon the Hall was filled with people chatting and Hermione and Ron walked in too. They sat down besides Harry. Soon Professor McGongall brought the Sorting Hat in and a long line of first years. She sat the three-legged stool down in front of everyone and the hat broke out onto song:
Every Year I sort the Students
Into there desired House.
It has been almost 1000 years,
Since I sorted the First.
The Founders were pleased
As the First Class took their place
In History as we know it,
For the Great Halls First Feast!
Maybe Gryffindor,
Is where you should reside?
In Bravery...The Students,
Take their PRIDE!
For Ravenclaw,
Maybe your new home
For Wise Old Ravenclaw,
You will be known!
Or Maybe Hufflepuff,
Is where you belong?
Those sweet and loyal Hufflepuffs,
Will never steer you wrong!
Maybe Slytherin,
You will call home sweet home?
If you are ambitious enough to achieve,
Maybe Slytherin is where to believe!
If you have a future
In one of these,
Step Forward,
And become the Majority,
At Hogwarts school of Sorcery!
The Hall broke out into applause. Harry remembered exactly five years ago. When he waited for the Sorting hat to place him into his house. He got into his choice of house, Gryffindor. He watched as the scared looking first years stared at the hat.
“Abbott, Ashley!” Professor McGongall called.
A short pink faced girl with a ponytail that looked very much like Hannah steps toward the hat. The brim at the bottom of the hat opened widely and after a moment’s pause-
“HUFFLEPUFF!” Shouted the hat. She walked off and sat next to Hannah.
“Boot, Mark!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
The Ravenclaw table broke into applause.
“Brocklehurst, Alexis!”
“SLYTHERIN!”
The Slytherin table broke out into applause.
“Brown, Kelly!”
“GRYFFINDOR!”
The Gryffindors broke out into applause.
“Bulstrode, Rupert!”,
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The Hufflepuffs started applauding.
“Carney, Heather!”
“HUFFLEPUFF!
The Hufflepuffs cheered and Heather sat down.
“Columbia, Nadia!”
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The Hufflepuff table broke into applause once again.
“Cook, Brian!”
“SLYTHERIN!”
He walked over to the Slytherin table.
“DeSimon, Melissa!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
The Ravenclaw table broke into applause.
“Felton, Tom!”
“SLYTHERIN!”
The Slytherin table broke out into applause.
“Grint, Rupert!”
“GRYFFINDOR!”
The Gryffindor table broke into applause.,br>
“Hormell, Rhonda!”
A short girl with long red hair pulled up into a ponytail walked forward and as soon as the hat touched her head the hat shouted:
“GRYFFINDOR!”
She walked toward the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ron, who was sitting to the right of Harry. Who was applauding.
“Michelle, Malfoy!”
“SLYTHERIN!”
She walked and sat next to Draco. She was his sister no mistake.
“May, Doug!”
A boy with messy black hair like Harry’s stepped forward and put the sorting hat on as soon as it touched his head it screamed-,
“GRYFFINDOR!”
He walked and sat down next to Rhonda. They both started to talk to each other.
“Plummer, Ashley!”
A girl slightly taller than Rhonda walked forward. She had long almost black hair. She wore glasses. She sat on the stool and as soon as the hat touched her head it screamed-,
“SLYTHERIN!”
She looked slightly disappointed. She looked toward Doug(DJ) who looked back. She sat down next to Michelle.
“Radcliffe, Daniel!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause.
“Santore, Ashley!”
A tall girl with shoulder length brown hair, freckles, and braces walked up. She looked nervous. She put the hat on and a few moments later the hat shouted-
“SLYTHERIN!”
She walked over to the Slytherin table and looked at DJ, Rhonda and then Ashley. They started to talk.
“Townsend, Lisa!”
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The Hufflepuff table applauded.
“Turpin, Zeke!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
He walked over to the Ravenclaw table. There was one last person to be sorted.
“Watson, Emma!”
“RAVENCLAW!”
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause. Professor McGongall brought the stool and the hat toward to the doors.
“Welcome to another year!” Sirius stared. Everybody put their attention to Sirius. “Oh...Sorry for not introducing myself. I am Sirius Black, Order of Merlin, 3rd class, Order of the Phoenix Head. I will be the Head Master this year since...well um...Dumbledore has passed on.” Sirius bowed his head and so did the other teachers and all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs as well. Some of the Ravenclaws bowed their heads too. And about one or two Slytherins did.
“Well, The Forbidden Forest is still forbidden. The Quidditch Cup will resume. There will be a Hogwarts house Quidditch team.
“Those who wish to go to the games have to get a permission slip signed by a parent or guardian. And while I’m on the subject the Quidditch team also needs to get there permission slips signed.
“Well eat up!” He flicked his wand and food filled every plate.
They all finished eating when Sirius told them to go to bed.
Hermione walked all of them to the Gryffindor Common Room and explained to the first years where their dorms are. Soon it was time to go to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 5
He was running. He fell to his knees. He looked up into the face of Voldemort. Harry whimpered in pain. He felt the deep in his scar. His head was throbbing.
Voldemort’s red eyes were staring at him. His cat eyes were cutting through the darkness. He looked straight into the eyes that were Harry’s. Harry fell over from the pain of his scar. He felt as if someone had put a hot iron to his for-head where his scar is. He got back to his feet and felt his whole body shaking.
“Potter...” Voldemort sneered. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket. “Do you know what this is Potter?” He asked and he saw the bewildered look on Harry’s face so he spoke. “This is the dagger of Slytherin. Only people in the bloodline of Slytherin can touch it with out being burnt. True you are in the bloodline of Salazar, but you have Gryffindor blood in you! So it still will burn you deeply...especially if I touch your sacred mark. The mark left by me 14 years ago! Your scar! It will be ten times more painful then if I cut you with any normal dagger or sword. You already went through that am I correct?”
Harry didn’t say anything. He knew how it felt to be hit with a dagger. It was very painful. In yet Voldemort was going to cut his scar with the dagger of Slytherin? That was crazy! He looked into the pitiless eyes of Voldemort and he didn’t care about the excruciating pain in his scar. He knew soon that head be pained about 1000 times worse!
Voldemort kneeled down besides Harry. “You know if you just lie there that the pain won’t be worse. As to me having about 10 deatheaters holding you down. I myself prefer seeing you in more pain, but it is easier for me this way.” Voldemort said as he pulled his long white finger along the blade of the dagger.
Harry gulped. He didn’t want to make anything easy for him. He wanted to give him the hardest fight possible. He eyed the dagger. He imagined him returning to Hogwarts and having to go to the hospital wing. He could imagine the smirk on Malfoy’s face.
“Potter...” Voldemort said as he raised the dagger over his scar so that Harry could see the point of it. Voldemort brought the blade down Harry rolled over so that he was on his stomach. “POTTER!” Voldemort shrieked.
Harry knew that he: himself wouldn’t give up with out a fight. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He felt warm blood dripping down his back. He knew Voldemort had whacked him with the dagger. The pain was worse than last year when he got hit in his arm. He felt as if it was burning his insides. It was like being under the Cruciatus Curse. His hand went numb. He felt Voldemort roll him onto his back. Harry looked into those pitiless eyes. He was going to die! Those cruel eyes were telling him so.
He felt the air grow cold as 10 or so deatheaters walked toward their master.
“Yes, master?” They all said kneeling before Voldemort.
“Each of you hold the boy down! Malfoy, Nott, Crabbe and Goyal you get his top half. The rest of you hold his legs down. We’re doing some torturing.”
He saw the deatheater that he hated more than any other: Lucius Malfoy. He took Harry’s right arm and held it down with great force. He was in enough 2pain. He prepared himself for more pain. He was shaking still.
Voldemort lifted the dagger so it was almost touching the tip of Harry’s nose. Voldemort brought it up so that it was parallel with his scar. Voldemort brought the tip of the dagger so that it touched his scar.
Suddenly a streak of pain went through Harry’s body. He felt the tip of the dagger break his flesh. A surge of pain filtered through his body once again that left him shacking. Voldemort bring the dagger downward. He knew that Voldemort was coming close to the turn in his scar. His head was throbbing with pain. He couldn’t do anything about it. He knew that Madam Pomfrey could heal it to its normal state.
Voldemort finally reached the Horizon part of the scar. Harry felt warm blood starting to dry on his for-head. Voldemort brought it across the line that made his scar a lightning bolt. He didn’t feel anything, but numbness.
Then he realized he didn’t even give a fight! He was just going to let Voldemort tear him into shreds! He was in dumb disbelief.
Harry regained cautiousness of where he was. The numbness wore off. The pain was at full force. Harry looked at Voldemort’s face and saw the blood soaked blade of the dagger. Voldemort pulled it up into the air, ready to strike. Then, he put the dagger into his robe.
He stood up and Malfoy went scampering over 2 a cauldron. He put some blue potion in a glass vial. Then, he brought it over to Voldemort. Voldemort strode over to Harry. Lucius did the same; His cold hand grabbed Harry’s wrist.
“Blood on the mark
That made you the one
Who defeated the dark?
With this potion the one
Will be in mortal pain,
Pain beyond pain,
From the mark that made him,
The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Will be no more.
It shall dry up the cut,
But shall always remain,
In the deepness of the scar,
And in the pain.
You shall always
Remember this poem,
For thy is true,
The pain is worse.
When I come near,
Thy shall know,
From the deepness of the cut,
You shall loose some magic,
But gain a future,
By the make,
That makes you the one.
There is one way to escape the pain,
To join the darkness,
And never change.”Voldemort recited. Voldemort bent over Harry. “You make the decision. Whether side with the dark or the light.”
“I WILL NEVER SIDE WITH YOU VOLDEMORT!” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. 2
Voldemort leaned over Harry and dropped the potion on his scar. It was pain greater than when Voldemort cut his scar. All of a sudden light eschewed from his body and a pulling feeling filled through his body. The world around him disappeared. He saw what looked like Ron above him.
He looked around to find himself in the hospital wing. He let out a sigh of relief. Even though this is the last place he wanted to do, He couldn’t help feel relived. He still had the pain that Voldemort inflicted upon him.
“Mr. Potter what happened?” Madam Pomfrey asked walking toward him.
“Voldemort...” Harry said breathing hardly.
“What did Voldemort do?” Ron asked.
As soon as Ron had said this Dumbledore walked in. He was supposed to be dead! But he was standing right in front of the Hospital Wing.
“Harry come with me,” He ordered.
Harry got up and walked to the door. As soon as he stood the pain that Voldemort put upon him returned at full force. His scar burnt like a warning. Was it? But Voldemort had cut his scar. Didn’t he?
He really didn’t care to think right now. His whole body ached. Harry traces a finger over his scar it felt normal, but then again it didn’t. When he pulled his finger away there was blood. Bright crimson blood. There wasn’t the smallest trace of blue in it.
All of a sudden a streak of pain went through his scar. He felt like he was dizzy. He grabbed onto the closest wall and slid down it. His head in his knees. He heard footsteps and then black.
Harry Potter: the Worst Year