A New Beginning

Torture really is a cruel and inhumane thing to do to a person. It not only ruins the person's life of whom you are torturing, but it will also have the same effect on you eventually. Whether it be by the same person or persons upon whom you were previously torturing, or by some one completely neutral. After all, like the saying says, “What goes around comes around!” and you have always been a firm believer in that.

Looking back, you should have been prepared for this, but alas you had fallowed the wills of others and had put faith before good judgment. The pieces had been laid out before your eyes, and if only you would have had the will to look; you could have seen how this would play out from the beginning.

So here you were now, dirt, in filthy tattered garments that feel around you like a cocoon. Positioned in the center of the room with a chain connected to each corner as well as one of your limbs. Giving you just enough room to either sit or lie down, whichever you preferred.

They did not torture you with knives or anything of the sort like one may have thought. Instead they had found out an even better way, one in which made your very bones ache. For you, there was never too much power, just not enough. It had seemed that no matter how hard you tried and no matter how fast you improved that he was always at least one step ahead of you.

Time was a key element in what you were hopping to accomplish, but alas it was also the element that he was not willing to give. And you could of course understand his reasoning; after all, why would you, a man seeking power, and immortal life. Give all that oppose you a chance to discover a way in which to finish you off?

Jumping out from behind the table not a moment too soon as a banishing hex blasts it all the way to the wall, and would have impaled you on it, you quickly answer back with a lung piercer. Pretty weak, you know, but as both of you can plainly see on the others face as well as spells you are using, your magical reserves are nearly gone, and apart from the occasional outburst, you know it is nearly over.

Putting up a quick “Protego” you watch as the reductor curse is knocked to the side and respond with a stunner. You watch as he catches it on the end of his wand and with a quick spin sends it flying back your way, with his own energy now added to the concoction. It was on one the few master techniques that you are glad to say you mastered and you also know that if it hits, it will likely knock you out for at least a week.

A quick back flip leaves you wide open in mid-air, right in path of the Cruciatis he sends your way; anticipating your next move. That was the biggest problem the two of you faced in this duel, you were both so alike in everyway; it was almost as if you were fighting yourself, and able to predict the others very next move. Grinding your teeth together in an effort to prevent yourself from screeching like a little girl, you wave your want in a quick slash motion aiming a little to the right of him. Hearing a loud “crack” tells you that your bone shattering curse hit something.

Glancing up from your undignified position on your stomach, you see him cradling an obviously shattered wrist, if the bones sticking out of his flesh are anything to go by. Standing and firing a “Secutumsempra” at your foe, your aim is thrown off balance when a sharp blinding pain is felt in your right lower leg. The curse, while not hitting the target straight across the throat as you planned still manages to slice across his chest, leaving a nice slash in his robes and skin.

Glancing down, you see something that almost makes you pass out right then and there. Nagini's fangs are sunk into your lower leg, dripping drop after drop of her deadly poison into your blood stream. You see the skin around the bite beginning to go black because of the poison, as if it was decaying at a rapid pace. You now wish that you had attempted to ignore the pain, knowing what was happening seemed to increase the pain ten fold.

Hearing a muttered “distraho” reminds you as to the danger you are currently in, and that your opponent has had the brilliant idea to switch wand hands. Realizing that with your leg in such bad shape you don't stand a chance in hell of pulling off a maneuver to get out of the way, you react without thinking.

A quick “Windgardium Leviosa” and a banisher set Nagini free from your leg, and in the direct path towards the oncoming curse. Unfortunately it leaves the deadly fans in your leg, as they are ripped out of her mouth.

Glancing behind Voldemort and attempting to discern any advantage, you see the balcony and realize there is only one way you are going to do this. Taking his momentary laps in concentration at having reduced his own familiar to nothing more then a pile of ash, you quickly fire a blasting hex at the wall right behind your current position.

It, like you planned has the effect of sending you flying through the air like a speeding bullet towards your foe. You receive a bluddger to the head as he attempts to stop your flying form, but is too late. Crashing into his body, you see him attempt to cast the killing curse one last time in an effort to finish you off, your grab his left arm and twist; causing the curse to fly to the side, and dissolve a book shelf on the wall. Ignoring the pain in your skull, you latch onto him with both arms, and prevent him from moving.

As both of you crash into the balcony doors, and make your way towards the edge, you feel sorry for the fact that it has to end this way. You had hoped that if you put froth your best efforts, you would have been able to defeat him; and while of course taking a pretty heft beating, emerge victorious from the flames.

You had hopped to emerge from the rubble of some building, limping and make your way towards your fellow warriors, who had worked so hard to get you this far. And with any luck, snap his wand in front off all the witnesses, and in the looks of their joy, pass out from the exhaustion.

As of right now though, the only things you are feeling is a great deal of pain, and a hard snap as the pair of you plow right through the cement railing. You broke some ribs cracking through, but know he is no better off,, so it is worth it. You feel a great joy as well though, in the fact that even though it has cost you your own life, you are going to be able to take him with you, and then begin your next big journey. Chances are though, that he will fuck it up by joining you in it though.

Relaxing your grip a little as to look down and get a look at his face and reaction to his defeat, you are amazed to see and hear a high-pitched laugh break free from his snake like lips. Fate really is a bitch if he is able to live a fall from four-hundred feet, and you feel like shit knowing your plan has failed.

It would appear that he saw your shocked look, and e began to speak, his high-pitched voice barely eligible over the wind rushing past your ears. “Don't worry Potter; you will have your victory. Not even one as close to immortality as I will be able to survive a fall such as this. Well….now that you, or should I say I have destroyed the last remaining Horcrux. Never fear though Potter, and mark my words! I will return one day, and it will be with your help. And when that day comes, I shall once more offer you a chance to join me, and help in the salvation of wizard kind.”

“Only this time,” he said smirking up at you, “I believe you will make the correct choice. After all you are as doomed as I, and you will come to realize it some day. And when you do, you will make the same choice as I.”

You do not have time to contemplate what foul meanings this creature may have put behind his words, and the damage to your body finally is taking its toll. Releasing your opponent, you drift into the world of blackness, as a tingle runs over your body.

You're not sure how it is that you are still alive, but when you regain consciousness it is to the pleasant site of a rather attractive healer in your view. Your first thoughts are “Heaven Rules!” and you may have said it out loud, because for some odd reason she blushes, and smiles shyly at you.

Attempting to move your limbs in an attempt to see how much damage has been done, you are slightly disappointed to realize your head is the only thing that is in your control. And even then it isn't much, bandages cover everything but your eyes, and you have a splitting headache. The other parts of your body would it would seem are not willing, or are otherwise incapable of movement.

Shifting your gaze to the left, you behold a site you have been longing for ever sense you were old enough to realize your parents had in fact not been murdered in a car crash. Their murderer, as well as the murderer of thousands had finally been put to justice. A sharp, spiraling rock sticking nearly ten feet into the air happened to be the judge. His eyes were blank, and his blood has been fallowing the water trails to the base, creating a nice red pool.

Gazing back to look up at the healer, a full fledged smile on your face, you ask in a raspy, and yet cocky voice, “What seems to be the problem little lady?”

“Looking deep into your emerald eyes, se responds with a little smile of her own. “It would seem Mister Potter that four-hundred foot falls are not going to be on your “to-do” list any time soon. They seem to leave you with quit a few broken bones and enough cuts and bruises to discourage such acts again in the future.”

You chuckle appreciatively, before you rasp out a “what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!” A full smile on her lips, she replies with a “For you Mister Potter, that would indeed seem the case, after all you are the boy-who-lived.” You grunt at being called a boy, but soon afterwards drift off into unconsciousness.

Fate is indeed a bitch in your humble opinion, you had given everything you had, and just when you thought that you succeeded, she seemed to decide it wasn't enough and smacked your ass down yet another time.

Hearing a tingle around your neck as you shifted to a more comfortable position on the floor, you glance down around your neck. There they were, two of the last remaining objects from Lord Voldemort's rain of terror over Britain. The two fangs that had been stuck into your leg till the end.

You recall the pain those suckers had caused you when they had pulled them out in order to cure your leg. You had though that them sinking it was hell, but pulling them out….it had hurt like a bitch. They had managed to stabilize the poison, keeping it from spreading and then called in the top poison specialist from all over the world to come take a look. It had them approximately four and a half hours to break down the chemicals in Nagini's poison, and then yet another two to come up with a formula that actually worked.

When they were done, instead of throwing the fangs in the garbage, you had instead asked to keep them, as keep sake of sentimental value. Much to the displeasure of some, and to the shock of others; you had then taken a silver chain and bound them too it, creating a rather freaking looking necklace. It looked even cooler when you found a talisman shaped like the “Dark Mark” and had placed it in the middle of the two fangs.  Needless to say, you placed an irremovable charm on the thing.

Shifting back to lying flat on your back, you glanced up at the last remaining objects from that horrible time in your life. Hanging there from the ceiling was not only your wand, but the Dark Lord's himself. Both held securely in brackets, just out of your reach. If you had been able to stand, they would have been yours in an instant, as well as the power to escape this hell whole; but alas things were not meant to be.

This is what you had been reduced to, a broken man chained to the floor not able to stand, and not able to free yourself from the prison that he had been sent to. Caged like a rabid beast, unable to aid others, and most importantly unable to aid yourself.

They had never tortured you physically, but the mental abuse that you were being put through even now was beginning to take its toll. Nothing they could have done to you could have been worse to the pain your own soul was putting you through, and they decided to let your hurt yourself. You had the power to save yourself as well as others; you had the power to make the world a better place, but just like all throughout your life. The finale say of what you can and cannot do came down to others. And that thought alone, caused your pain, a pain so intense one cannot even words were able to describe it.

This was of course your greatest weakness, it was no that you had a “Saving People Thing” as the bookworm had once so elegantly put it. Not, it was the fact that out of all the times you had been tricked or gone willingly to save some one. It had not been because of some noble act that you had to prove to both yourself and the rest of the world. It was a mindset, and it was this mindset that had made you who you are today.

Screw the people that are powerful enough to help, or to offer aid to the weak and not do so. Damn them to the infernal pits, but you would not let that happen. You had known ever sense you began going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that you had been good. And those problems that you faced, they were not a chance to save everyone else, they were a chance for you to hone and shape your skills for the task that you had been set.

Fate had been preparing you sense day one, and it was because of her making your life a living that you were able to succeed in the end. Without her constant pushes wither it was up or down, you would have remained motionless; weak and pathetic to the rest of the world. And nothing but yet another burden upon her and the rest of the worlds souls.

And with that, the barrier was breached, and the walls that had been holding you back came down. No longer were you going to suffer the pains of being Fate's whipping bitch. No longer were you going to answer the call of the rest of the world, and accomplish goals that they were capable of doing for themselves. No for the first time sense you were born, you were going to take your life into your own hands. You were going to make the decisions that would ultimately affect the lives of millions, and you were going to relish in the feeling of it.

The souls of those who fought to protect you, would now take the place of those who opposed you. No longer would you stand taking orders from others weaker and less intelligent then yourself, this was the dawning of a new age, and you were going to start the revolution!

Feeling the chains snap, you are free, and you stand with an elegance and grace that you did not tell just recently posses. Withdrawing the tools with which you would once more start the revolution from their holsters, you turned and began your walk towards the door, a new objective in sight.

You know understood perfectly what Lord Voldemort had said to you so many years ago, and what it was that he had planned sense the beginning. Blasting apart the door and continuing your way down the hall, it all becomes clearer to you. It was now your turn to lead the rebellions against he light. It was your chance to stand in the spotlight and receive the recognition which you deserved!

Destroying the guards that came to stop you one by one, you look back on all that's happened. You realize why it was that you were trained by the light, and you realize the benefits in which it gave you. You now have the understanding and skills which the light possessed, and the mind set to take their ideals and plans and shove them up their high and mighty arse!

And you now have the time that you required to begin with in order to master the dark! Reaching the exit and staring into the setting sun you understand what was planned since the beginning of time. The light, just like the setting sun's time was at an end. Lord Voldemort had risen once more out of the ashes, stronger and more powerful then ever before! He was part of you, and this time, Harry had made the correct choice.