Harry once again looked around the dark room of his mind, waiting silently for the familiar man to walk through the room. Finally the door creaked open and the dark figure came through. Harry looked up at him from where he was sitting on the floor. He raised his arms at the man, his mind clouded over in a fog. Voldemort paused and looked down at the boy, who had begun to open and close his fists.
Voldemort sniffed at him and turned to walk away. A tiny whisper making him pause for a moment.
"Don't leave me," Harry said softly, closing his eyes tight. The door clicked softly and Harry woke up with a gasp.
Voldemort stood by the bedroom door clothed in fine silks with a locket hanging around his slender neck. He looked at the sweaty boy who laid gasping on the king sized bed. He sighed and stepped toward the child lifting him easily from the sheets. The pale skin immediately covered with goose flesh and Voldemort subconsciously held the boy closer. Dull green eyes stared at him through clouds.
"Come Harry," the Lord said highly "Breakfast awaits,"
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A fate worse than death
FanfictionOne night Lord Voldemort has a sudden vision. A horribly wonderful idea to destroy his biggest threat; Harry Potter. After a decade of failing to kill the boy, Lord Voldemort deduces a way to punish the teenager. Yes, Harry Potter shall be destroyed...
