His Secret

His Own Personal Hell

Fear is an emotion. Happiness is an emotion. So how come, you can stop being happy, but you can't stop yourself being scared. This question was the only thing which passed through Harry's mind as he apparated. Because, once he had thought of that, there was no more time to think. He was before Lord Voldemort in the place he'd felt safest in with the man who he had believed couldn't not be defeated bond in the corner and his friends lined up like the cans of beer Uncle Vernon used to drink each night.

If Vernon was there, he'd be in his own personal Hell.

"Ah, you brought the boy. Well done, well done, now the fun can truly begin." Voldemort's voice was sneering, his took a step towards Harry, inspecting him with his wand pointed at Harry's head the whole time.

"Get away from me." Harry spat.

"Now now, we still haven't introduced everyone yet. Draco, my young dragon, how fine of you to join us for such an occasion. Tonight, you will be witness to what people will talk about for years. The destruction of the weak. The destruction of Harry Potter." Draco's hands trembled as he nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Look at me boy!" Voldemort shouted, swooping over to Draco. Draco's eyes jumped to meet the red slits of his father's master's. "Good, now, tonight will you help me claim Hogwarts as my own?"

Draco swallows slightly before giving another small nod.

"Will you?!" Voldemort shouted.

"Y-yes...My L-lord..."

"Good boy."

"You won't." Harry's voice came out as a growl.

"Oh, I think we will. You see we have been controlling your Headmaster for months, waiting for the right time to strike. And it appears, tonight is the night." Voldemort paced in front of his captives, rolling his wand between the tips of his fingers.

"So how did you even manage it, I'm sure you're just dying to tell me?" Voldemort smirked at Harry.

"It took time and skill but you have been lazy. In the time I've been away, security has grown slack. And Dumbledore's greatest weakness, to always see the best in people, came in useful.

"For all we had to do, was use Draco here, to make regular visits to the Headmaster, on the account that he fears he will have to join my forces. And then a simple drop of poison in whatever sort of sweets Draco brought the Headmaster that week was overlooked. Dumbledore did not notice, he was being slowly poisoned and the boy he had come to see as his own was behind it. Pure genius." Harry was shocked, Dumbledore had fallen for something so simple, so easily planned, he felt angry with the Headmaster. But his feelings were quickly hidden.

"Yeah, I suppose. That was an alright plan. And congratulations you now have him captured. But what are you going to do next, you don't have nearly enough Death Eaters to overtake the school."

"No, I don't. But what I have done, it taken the liberty to sneak a few Death Eaters into the school, through your Headmaster's fireplace and now they are situated throughout the school. A few imperios and I will have the whole school to my command." Voldemort looked so pleased with himself and he finally came to a stop in front of the Death Eater holding Annie captive, he reached out a hand and placed it on her cheek.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Harry shouted, raising his wand. But the Death Eaters grabbed him from behind and restrained him. Voldemort laughed a cruel, high pitched laugh.

"So you care about her, do you?Now this will be interesting. Bring them both through here." Voldemort lead the way through the door he had sent the twins through earlier, and Harry felt a chill colder than any temperature drop could give him. It was a chill he'd felt before. The chill of dementors.

A/N - Sorry it's so short and it took so long! I had been suffering writers block but I visited the Harry Potter studios in London today and it was fixed! It was so amazing! If you ever get the chance to visit, you really have to.