The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

Shattered Glass and Shattered Heart.

Harry's blood turned to ice. His hand gripped his wand tight and his other still clenched the prophecy that he had almost entirely forgotten about. He could feel Voldemort's red eyes trail down to the orb and then panic set in. What if Voldemort got the Prophecy? No. That can't happen. All the anger, frustration and pain erupted and his hand tightened around the Prophecy so tightly until smash! The glass shattered and erupted splintering glass into the flesh on his hand. He could feel the blue energy flow out of his hand and for a second he felt the chill of it run like a shiver up the veins in his hand before pain overtook. There was blood tricking down his hand now and dripping into a small puddle on the ground. Then Voldemort's eyes narrowed and the purple vein in his hideous neck swelled up.

"You are going to pay for that" he spat and incarnated something. A split second before a white flash heading straight at his chest did Harry understand what Voldemort had just incarnated. Curcio.

Pain consumed his every thought as he fell to the ground with a thud and he didn't even know if he was screaming. All he knew was his veins were burning and freezing all at the same time and every nerve ending was screaming. He couldn't breathe, shriek after shriek split from him, he couldn't think about anything expect pain. Pure, undiluted pain. Then suddenly it was over and Harry still couldn't breathe, his lungs ached and his heart was beating out of his chest, it even ached for his heart to beat. He could feel his tears so ever cold against his warm, burning skin and he could feel every muscle shaking. But he forced himself up on his feet anyway, and then found himself being pushed back behind a statue of the Minister of Magic by none other than Dumbledore. He had no idea when he had gotten there but he had obviously distracted Voldemort which Harry felt a bit relieved and sagged onto the marble behind him. He glanced at his hand to see large shards of glass impaled in them and still oozing out dark red blood. He thought about removing the glass but thought better, Pomfery would be upset if he did. He peered back around the statue to see what was going on.

Dumbledore looked different in this light with his eyes cold and dangerous. Harry hadn't seen him like this before and now he knew why he was the most powerful wizard. Because he was dangerous; he was battling Voldemort with ease using spells Harry didn't even know existed. Voldemort waved his wand and yelled "Confringo!" And giant roaring flames flared out and rushed towards Dumbledore. Dumbledore widened his stance and shot out "Aguamenti". Waves of water poured out of the end of his wand and swallowed up the fire and then started swirling around like a tornado. The swirling water then engulfed Voldemort completely and Harry could see him choking and clawing uselessly at the water holding him captive. Then the water all but fell onto the floor with a splash and Voldemort was on his feet again and he uttered something and all the glass from all the windows shattered. Then the shards of glass rose, pointed directly at Dumbledore and then shot forward at an alarming speed. Oh no. But a powerful shield came forward from Dumbledore's wand and the shards of glass belittled until they were fine shards of sand in a desert storm. Voldemort made an inhuman snarling noise and disappeared, twisting away with a black swirls of his robes.

It's over. Harry thought, getting to his feet to speak to Dumbledore but he thought too soon as there was something almost pressing on the inside of his head. This is what Legilimens felt like. Oh shit. Harry shut his eyes and concentrated. He imagined the lake and how the water rippled. But then the pressure increased and the waves started to climb. He fell to his knees completely unaware of the pain in his hand, glass tearing the flesh on his palm even further. The waves were now splashing and breaking, anymore and Voldemort would know every secret. Every detail. But then the pressure increased more and more and Harry thought his head might spit open. Then one of the waves collapsed and Harry felt Voldemort claw at the break in Harry's mental block for any secrets. Immediately Harry knew he had to hide the most precious of memories and secrets. He had the hide the most dangerous of memories and secrets. He sank them all to the bottom of his lake and then sent harmless memories of Hedwig directly at the intrusion hoping to distract Voldemort.