𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 6 ☆•°~'* 10

"Well, you don't know me
But I know you."

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Y/N swallowed hard, his eyes still fixated on this new appearance. 

'I believe I should introduce myself,' they said. 'But I much prefer this more mysterious persona.'

Y/N finally found his voice, enough to stammer a weak, 'Who are you?'

'We'll get to that part later, Y/N L/N,' said Voldemort in his usual high, cold voice. 'Now is not the time.'

Y/N seemed to be frozen on the floor next to his parents. A million thoughts were rushing through his mind, trying to make sense of the scene in front of him.

'I'll make this very simple,' said Voldemort, gliding towards Y/N. 'Join me of your own accord, or we'll have to choose the more... difficult path.'

Y/N laughed humourlessly. 'What did you not understand the last time you asked, Voldemort?' he sneered. 'I've made my stance clear, I won't-'

Voldemort lifted his wand, but the young follower behind him had stepped forward.

'I would like to do the honours, my Lord,' they said, staring at Y/N. 

They extracted a wand from their pocket and twirled it around between their fingers.

'I've been meaning to give this a try-'

Without warning, a lightning-blue spell shot from the wand, a spell so powerful Y/N felt a rushing wind as it approached. He raised his wand and a red jet of light issued from it. 

The two beams clashed in midair, struggling against each other. The blue beam was gaining on the red one, and Y/N gripped his wand with his other hand, forcing the beam back towards the enemy with all his might.

The stranger's eyes suddenly widened as their wand shook in their hand. They wrenched it upwards, causing the beams to disconnect and shoot off in different directions. 

The lightning beam streaked against Y/N's cheek, which burned hot and then immediately cold. He hissed in pain and clasped his hand over the injury. 

The red beam from Y/N's wand did the exact same thing to the other, leaving a long cut across their cheekbone.

They staggered backwards, their hand on their cheek. They looked enraged at their own failure, and were about to lift their wand once again when Voldemort held up his hand.

'Enough,' he said softly. 'I have come here for one objective. I do not have time to watch two children fight.'

Y/N's doppelganger spared Voldemort a mere glare. Y/N got to his feet, still gripping his wand. 

'As I was saying before my guest interrupted,' said Voldemort, 'You will join me, Y/N, and think of what we could achieve together-'

'I'm not doing anything until you tell me who your guest is,' said Y/N, his eyes moving from Voldemort to the crimson-cloaked stranger. 

'You are not in a position to make bargains, Y/N,' said Voldemort softly. 

'I don't see how you want me to work with you if you can't answer a simple questio-'

Voldemort flicked his wand and an invisible spell whipped the side of Y/N's face. 

'I will not allow you to speak to me in this manner, Y/N,' said Voldemort, his eyes gleaming dangerously. 

Y/N tried to open his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He clenched his jaw and glared at Voldemort defiantly. The silver-haired individual smirked tauntingly at Y/N, twirling their wand in their hand.