『 。𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐫 。』 [HP Non Con]

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A/N: If Yaoi or Non-con is not your thing, please leave. Any flames left will be laughed at.

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Disclaimer: IF I OWNED HARRY POTTER, IT WOULD BE A NETFLIX SERIES.
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Over the difficult months they'd had searching for Horcruxes, Harry Potter had grown bitter and had a lot of resentment building up for all Lord Voldemort had put him through.

The insane bastard had ruined his life ever since that Halloween in '81. If Harry's parents had lived, he would have grown up with the love and comfort he needed, he would never have been set ridiculous expectations from strangers he didn't even know and he wouldn't have to watch all his friends die around him.

After Snape's memory in the Pensieve had played out, Harry knew straight away that he wasn't just going to hand himself over to the Dark Lord and his bloody Lil Death Munchers. No, he'd walk to him all right—only because it was his opportunity to finally deliver the revenge that he had been denied for nearly seventeen years.

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"It has to be me, Ron. I have to go and face him..."Harry murmured softly in a false dejected voice. Internally, he was smirking.

The Golden Trio were hidden behind a large tapestry as Harry tried to explain that he was 'going to die for everyone' in order for the menace that was Lord Voldemort could finally die.

"No, Harry! He won't get you!"Hermione said tearfully, clutching her best friend like a lifeline. "We won't let him!"

Spells and walls exploded everywhere, debris nearly hit them with every bang.

"Whatever you saw, mate, just don't believe it! We'll kill old Moldy in another way! We want you to make it through this thing....Like we always do...."Ron pleaded with the adamant ravenette who refused to change his decision.

Harry sighed exasperatedly and said:

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this guys...Stupefy."

The two didn't even see the jets of red coming.

He placed them safely against the little alcove and put up some Notice-Me-Nots and protective wards—courtesy of Hermione Granger's teachings—so that they stay safe.

Harry donned his invisibility cloak and made his way out of the Castle, heading straight towards the Whomping Willow, where—hopefully—Voldemort still waited in the Shrieking Shack.

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Voldemort had been in the place where Harry felt he would be, smirking as he thought of all the fools who didn't join his side paying the price for protecting the Potter brat.

He was in a sort of  dreary and dusty bedroom. He sat on a rather large chair near the fire he had created with the Elder wand.

Nagini remained safe in her magical bubble that he created. He could not afford his beloved familiar suffering the same fate as he had felt his other Horcruxes did.

The Dark Lord stared at Severus Snape's dead body's obsidian eyes stare unseeingly at the person who had ordered his life terminated.

"You could have been great, Severus....If only you hadn't double crossed me like you did...."He murmured, the Elder wand being twirled slowly in thin white as chalk fingers.

In the quiet of the room, Lord Voldemort suddenly heard very obnoxiously loud footsteps making their way up the stairs. He didn't expect to see Harry Potter himself bursting into the room, never mind the fact that the brat went and tackled him to the ground, knocking his wand out of his hand in the process.