Tough Luck, No Luck [Drarry]

Chapter 3 - Impossible [Harry]

!TW; Voldemort!

'How? How in the world was Voldemort in here- no, how was he still alive?' Harry was astonished. The lightning scar on his forehead started to throb. 'It hadn't happened in a while', he thought.

Voldemort somehow looked older... under the lighting. Awfully ugly as well. Harry scrunched his nose and his glasses slipped a little. He glared at the big white old man. It was getting tedious. As thought this was some staring contest, the two faced each other for about a minute before Voldemort realised what was going on. 'Did he forget what to do or what?' Harry snickered.

The familiar Death Eater just looked at Harry in disgust. Harry quickly withdrew his wand and glowered, "Where are the Dursleys? Why- How are you... alive?" Voldemort furrowed his brow and inquired, "And why would that be any of your problem?" He was obviously annoyed.

The Boy Who Lived is filled with horror, fear and anger. The man who had murdered his parents and then tried to kill Harry himself but ended up threatening Hogwarts and killing some of his friends and last family members. Harry despised this coward. He could've done much better things with his extraordinary skills but yet... here they are.

"Now, Potter, shall you want to come with me?" A demand. An oblivious demand. Harry knew that even if he declined, Voldemort will still find a way to take Harry away. But the real problem now is, where the Dursleys' are.

Harry felt it. He knew it. He was surrounded by Death Eaters under an invisibility spell. Of course he wouldn't be by himself. Voldemort is more of a coward than Severus Snape. Harry scoffed at Voldemort's bold request. Harry was feeling particularly annoyed today, so he decided to tick Voldemort off a little.

"Tom *(cough) Riddle *(cough)"

Harry grinned as he witnessed his prey's face fall. And seeing his face boil up made Harry's day. This was a memorial day to remember! Then he heard a snicker, must be from one of the uncontrollable Death Eaters as he noticed Voldemort roll his eyes to the air (invisible Death Eater).

Harry smiled, feigning ignorance as the bald man spoke.

"Are you making fun of me now you half-blood? Hm?" His voice occasionally lowering, directing Harry to those specific words.

"Weren't you a half-blood too? You must be too old to even remember your own blood status." Harry smiled. Whilst Voldemort complains like a 3-year-old, Harry quickly said under his breath, "Homenum revelio...". Slowly, Harry felt and saw the presence of Death Eaters. He felt those around him, where they are. But when he turned to a nearby Death Eater, he realised that he couldn't feel the presence of Voldemort. 'How could this be? This-this-' Harry was in disbelief. He was starting to wonder if Voldemort was real or not, so he raised his wand. (I'm doubt this is how 'homenum revelio' is used)

But he was not in luck. Voldemort had done so earlier and did a non-verbal spell.

'Imperio'.

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"Come, Harry. Join the Death Eaters! You're alone, there's no one for you anymore! The Dursleys' have left you. Your friends have as well. You're emotional now huh?"

Harry had tears running down his face. It couldn't be. Hermione and Ron couldn't have! Even if the Dursleys' were rude at first, they were getting along now! Th-there's Ginny, Luna, N-Neville, and-and a lot more people! They couldn't have abandoned him!

"Harry, stop wishing for false hope. you have no more luck. They were lying to you. Dumbledore had out them under the Imperius curse, they lied. Come Harry, join the me! You can get revenge! Help me. Take down Hogwarts. And I will reward you with your wish."

'My wish?' Harry stopped thinking for a moment. But he shouldn't have. During that moment, Voldemort had taken over his mind.

"Your friends betrayed you. You have no one. You're alone. And it wasn't me who killed your parents.

It was you;

Harry.

You killed them."