Hey all, so I know it's been a really long time since I've posted but I suddenly got an urge for writing, so here's a new chapter for you, it's longer than the others as an apology. Enjoy!

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Ch. 7: Determining the Future

Floating. That was what it felt like. From time to time, Harry swore he heard voices around him. At the moment, to his left he heard giggling. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Everything was white and bright. Except for the shadow nearby. It was darting back and forth, giggling like a child. Harry tilted his head, staring curiously at the shadow.

"What are you?" He finally asked, becoming weary of watching the thing move and laugh. It stopped. Silence filled the room for several minutes as it appeared to observe Harry.

"I'm you, silly. Always you. You're me, I'm you, you're you and I'm me, don't you realize? Da da da…" The thing began singing nonsense, dancing around Harry. Harry blinked hard, wondering if he hit his head harder than he realized.

"Um.. Well, obviously I'm me and you're you. But if you are me, then why are we separated? And where are we? Is this a new game that Voldemort made? It is, isn't it! Ok, Voldemort, not funny, let's end this and have some real fun now, ok? My Lord? Voldemort? Hello… Anyone?" Harry started panicking as nothing changed. The shadow giggled again.

"Ding dong, anyone home? Nope, just Harry here. Me and you and you and me and me and me and you and you. You wanna know what They are saying? Ding dong the witch is dead. Cause that's what you almost are. Dead dead, deady dead. Dead like the bird, dead like the ant, we are almost there, dead dead.." Harry stared at the shadow.

"They? They who? And where are we? What is going on?" Harry's voice rose until he shouted the last word. The shadow stopped giggling.

"They. The ones you hate. The ones that were suppose to love you but hate you instead. " It whispered to him before continuing in a normal voice. "Where are we? No-where. Everywhere. The place before death. The place between life. We are where you need to make a choice. No more two-faced Harry. Nope, nope, this time you have to make a choice. Who are you? Who are you going to be. Are you going to be dead dead Harry or living Harry or dead living Harry or living dead Harry? Choose, choose now, clock is ticking, tick tok, tick tok. Big bang is coming, are you living or not?" The shadow went silent. Harry paused, trying to decipher what the shadow meant.

"You mean that I'm on the brink of death and have to make a choice if I'm going to live or die?" He finally asked.

"Almost there! More, more, more!" The shadow giggled once, then went silent. Harry contemplated it for a minute.

"Dead living Harry or living dead Harry? No more two-faced Harry? I don't understand. I choose a side. I am on the side of the Dark Lord. Why would I choose the side of the Light when they have done nothing for me?" Harry demanded, storming closer to the shadow.

"Are you sure?" It asked, serious for the first time since the conversation began. Harry grinned.

"100 percent." He replied. Harry swore he saw the shadow grin.

"Good." The shadow threw itself into Harry's body and all went black.

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James was sitting on the staircase near where Harry's temporary room was. He didn't understand anything. First he was told that his memories had been messed with. No, not memories. Emotions. Psychosurgery. Magical psychosurgery done by that bastard, Voldemort. Then his wife acted like she did not even care about their son, whom they had been hurting for years. Then they find his son in the middle of a battlefield, but before he can go to his son, to explain to him, he is hurt. And now, Harry was about to die. Madame Pomfrey was sure about it. His son was not going to make it through the night. He was never going to understand that James had never meant to hurt him. That if he had had a choice, he never would have allowed any of this to happen to him.

Tears slid down his face as he buried it in his hands. Sobs shook his body. His son was going to die, never knowing that James loved him more than life itself.

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Sirius was leaning against the door to his godsons room, watching him sleep. He could hear James in the hallway sobbing, but couldn't convince himself to go to his friend. Part of Sirius believed that James had to of known what he was doing, that he had to of known that he was hurting his son. How could he not? He knew that Dumbledore had "fixed" James and Lily, but watching them, Sirius felt only a small amount of pity. That is, until he looked at his godson lying in the bed. Harry was going to die, and it was James and Lily's fault. If they had only been better parents…

Sirius shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that. James never wanted to hurt his son. Lily… well, who knows what Lily is thinking. He took one last look at his godson before joining his friend on the stairs. James didn't even look up, but his sobs slowed. Sirius rubbed his friends back, unsure what to say.

"It's my fault." James whispered. Sirius froze, unsure what to say.

"You're right. It is your fault." A cold voice from behind them said. Sirius and James jumped up, turning around to see Harry standing behind them. Cold fury seemed to be radiating off of his small body, his intense gaze burning a hole through James.

"Harry…" James whispered, reaching out for him but stopping suddenly as if he had hit a wall. His eyes widened as he realized his was unable to move.

"Harry, please… wait… stop this…" James begged as his limbs began to turn hard and grey. Harry blinked, then started laughing.

"Stop? You're asking me to stop? How many times did I beg you to stop? The nights where you came into my room just to beat me just because you felt like it? How about the times I begged you for warm clothes in the dead of winter, when I was about to freeze and only my magic saved me? Oh, here's one. How about when I begged you to treat me like you treat Connor. Stop? No, I don't think so." Harry snapped, his magic rushing through the air. James opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say, but nothing could come out.

Nothing would come out again if Harry had anything to say about it. His magic rushed to his command, sweeping around James in a twister of dark threads, shaking the house to it's very foundations. A few threads with minds of their own swept into Sirius, throwing him into a wall. The hallway filled with dark magic with Harry at it's center.

In the living room below them, the dark magic was felt. The Order leapt to their feet and with Dumbledore at the lead, rushed up the stairway to where the magic was originating. They could hear the mad laughter coming from the middle of the storm of magic, but found that they could not enter into the dark cloud. At Dumbledore's command, the Order cast spell after spell at the storm, but nothing broke through.

Then, almost as instantly as it started, the storm cleared. Sunlight came through the window as the sun began to rise.

And someone began to scream.

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"Crucio!" The dark witch scream as the spell was cast yet again at her. It had been hours since Bellatrix had returned to her master's side with the unfortunate news that the boy had been captured. And it apparent that even now her master was still furious with the news.

Voldemort held the spell for a few minutes before releasing the witch from it. He stared furiously at the witch twitching on the floor. Had it been any other death eater who had brought him this news, he would have killed them on the spot. Fortunately for Bellatrix, Voldemort had a soft spot for her. She had been loyal to him for many years, and he was not willing to kill her quite yet.

"Get her out of my sight." He hissed at the death eaters, who rushed forward to drag her out of the room. The Dark Lord waited till they were out of his sight before sending an Avada Kedavra at the nearest masked lackey.

"All of you, get out! Now!" He shouted, sending more rays of green at the group. They rushed to the door, tripping over themselves until Voldemort was left with just himself in an empty throne room. He stared at the door for a moment before screaming, throwing curses at the walls, paintings, furniture, everything in sight.

Finally exhausting himself, he collapsed into his throne. He dropped his head into his hands, cursing the world.

This was not how everything was suppose to go. He was Lord Voldemort. He was not suppose to have any equal. And yet, he felt lost without the little green-eyed bastard he had grown found of. Hell, he had not even been able to mark the boy. Somehow, his plans had become marred by the affection that he had. And now the boy was back with his family, whom he knew were no longer under the effects of his spell.

So where should he go from here? Voldemort lifted his head, staring at the empty throne room. His.. Toy… was no longer available for play. His pawn had been taken. And now his plans were at risk. He could not defeat Dumbledore without the boy, at least not while the boy was on the same side as Dumbledore. So now what?

"Boo." A voice whispered in his ear.

Voldemort whipped around, using one hand to backhand the person behind his throne and the other to pull out his wand.

"Avada…." Voldemort stopped, staring in surprise at the boy on the floor.

Harry rubbed his cheek where he had been backhanded, blinking in surprise.

"Nice reflexes. Hi Baby, nice to see you too, did you miss me?" He asked sarcastically, dragging himself to his knees. Voldemort remained where he was, his wand pointed directly at Harry's heart.

"Who are you?" He demanded, "Harry Potter was captured last night by the Order of the Phoenix. So who the hell are you?" Harry stared at him for a moment before grinning.

"Ah, you did miss me! All that moping was for me?" Harry slowly rose to his feet, keeping his hands out so Voldemort could see he did not have a wand. "It's me. There is a little thing called, mmm…. Escaping?" Harry stepped close enough that Voldemort's wand was poking him in the chest.

"You arrogant little… Crucio!" Voldemort snapped. Harry fell to the ground, shrieking at the pain. Voldemort watched the boy thrash on the ground for several minutes before releasing.

Harry laid on the ground, gasping for breath. His previous injuries all seemed to be demanding his attention as well as the new ones created by the crucio. And yet, as he looked up at his Lord, he realized he had never felt so alive. Or aroused. Slowly, he crawled to his knees, then crawled to his master's feet, kissing the hem of his robes.

"My Lord… please… please my Lord.." He gasped out. Voldemort grabbed him by the hair, throwing him across the room.

"What did they do to you? What did they say?" He demanded, storming over to where Harry had landed. Harry coughed hard, shaking his head. Voldemort kicked him hard in the ribs. "Answer me!" He scream, kicking him repetitively.

"Nothing!" Harry cried out, trying to get away from the blows. The blows stopped and Harry stared at the Dark Lord with a hurt look in his eyes. "They didn't say anything. I didn't give them the chance." He reported, his hands going to his ribs to protect them from more harm. Voldemort stared at him for several seconds.

"Legilimens." Voldemort hissed, raising his wand. Harry shrieked as his mind was raped, feeling like it was torn to pieces as Voldemort searched his memories. Harry raised his wand, sending out a curse without realizing it, sending Voldemort flying across the room.

Voldemort crashed in the wall, but was quickly on his feet, rushing across the room to where Harry still laid. He cast spell after spell at the boy, intending to hurt him as much as possible. But none of his spells connected as Harry's magic created a shield against him. Finally, Voldemort lowered his wand.

"Lower your magic. You swore loyalty towards me and yet you first use your magic against me, now you use it to protect yourself from my punishment. Lower it now." Voldemort hissed, fury taking over him. Harry shook his head. Voldemort let out an angry yell, reaching down for the boy, though not expecting to be able to pass through the magic.

Harry relaxed, believing that his magic would continue to protect him so that he could heal for a minute. He yelped in surprise as Voldemort grabbed him by the arm, yanking him to his feet.

"Seems your magic think my magic is a threat to you. Very well, if we can't do this with magic, we will just have to do this the old fashioned way." He hissed, raising his hand.

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Hours later, Harry was laying on the floor of the throne room covered in blood and semen and other things that he could barely remember. He gasped for breath, trying to collect his thoughts. While his magic had protested against anything involving magic or items that could hurt him, it had allowed Voldemort to use his own body as a weapon against him. A tear made it's way down his cheek. He had never felt so alone.

True, Harry had known who Voldemort was when he joined him. He knew of his sadistic nature. He knew that although they were sleeping together and even though he was his consort that Voldemort's nature would never change. But still. Harry realized that he had craved what Voldemort had offered him. A chance at having someone to care for him. And that dream was shattered.

"Enough. Drink these. You have been punished for your impenitence and now you must heal. Our army is waiting for us." Voldemort said, putting a few vials beside Harry. Harry reached for the vial, but his hands were shaking to harshly to hold on to them. After he dropped it the third time, Voldemort knelt down beside him, holding his head up while pouring the potion into his mouth. Voldemort repeated the process with all of the vials then remained kneeing beside his consort. Harry did not look at him, just rested his head on the ground beside Voldemort. Voldemort sighed, picking up the boy and carrying him to their room. He muttered a spell to remove Harry's clothing then climbed onto the bed, lying the boy against his side and pulling a blanket around him.

"You understand why you had to be punished?" He asked, brushing a hand through Harry's hair. He felt Harry nod and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling his head back so he could see his eyes. "Answer me." He hissed. Harry blinked back a few tears.

"I hurt you." He whispered. Voldemort nodded, releasing his hair so he could lay his head down again.

"Yes. Never raise your magic to me again. If you do, I swear it will be the last thing that you ever do." He warned as Harry fell into a deep sleep.

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When Harry awoke again, he was alone. He cautiously stretched, relieved to find that he no longer hurt. Then the memories came back. He remembered his… punishment… and the words of warning afterwards. Harry closed his eyes against the pain, reminding himself to be strong. He didn't have a choice. He couldn't go back to his family, not after what he did. And he couldn't stay here with Voldemort, not after what had happened last night. Voldemort had raped him, mentally and physically, then he had beat him so badly that he had almost died. Harry swallowed hard.

But he wasn't stupid. He knew that once he left here then everyone would be hunting him. The Ministry, the Order, and the Death Eaters. His eyes darkened a shade. He wanted to take them all down. The Ministry for believing in Connor and allowing his abuse to be ignored, for listening to Dumbledore when he was obviously working only for himself; Dumbledore and the Order for their belief in the "Greater Good" that allowed innocent children to be hurt, and the Death Eaters and Voldemort for what he did to him last night. They all needed to be taught a lesson. And Harry was going to bring them to their knees. He just needed a little help. Just then a knock rang out and the door opened. Harry grinned at the visitor.

"Draco, just who I was thinking about. What do you say to a little… reconstruction… of the wizarding world?"

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