Thrown Overboard
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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16,368
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Failure
Title : Thrown Overboard
Disclaimer : I don\'t own any of the ideas from the Harry Potter Series, J K Rowling does. Don\'t sue me.
Summary : What if Harry never returned to Hogwarts after the events of the Third Task? What if Voldemort kept Harry as a slave? What if he used Harry to further his evil empire? What would become of Harry?
Rating : R ( Torture, Slash, Swearing, Blood, Rape, MPreg )
A / N : I know I shouldn\'t be starting a new story when I\'m in the middle of another story, but the idea just came to me. I hope you like it.
A / N 2 : This story is beginning right in as Harry is behind Tom Riddles headstone in the graveyard and he is about to jump out and fight Voldemort in GoF.
Chapter 1 - Failure
Harry crouched behind the headstone of Tom Riddle, Voldemorts father. He could hear the Death Eaters laughing, in the background, at Voldemorts taunts.
\"We are not here to play hide-and-seek. Come on Harry, come out and play with me.\" Harry heard Voldemort purr in the background. He could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.
Harry started to panic. His palms were sweaty and shaky due to the heavy dosage of Cruciatus Curse he received earlier. He didn\'t know what to do. He knew one thing though: he didn\'t want to sit behind a headstone and hide. It was now a matter of pride, and Harry new that if these were his last moments of life on this planet, then he wasn\'t going to waste them on the ground hiding like some hopelessly scared child. He would face Voldemort like a man, and make his father, whom he never knew, proud.
Harry jumped up from the behind the headstone, and turned to face Voldemort with his wand already moving and his mouth open, but Voldemort was ready for him. The two of them screamed their curses at the same time.
\"Expelliarmus!\"
\"Avada Kedavra\"
Upon hearing those horrific words uttered by the Dark Lord and seeing the sickly green beam of light flying in his direction, Harry expected the sweet serenity of death to wash over him, but it never came. It was then that Harry say his own red beam of light flying through the air toward Voldemort. They watched as the two beams of light connected in mid air.
Then something happened that was unexpected. The beams of light changed into one deep golden beam of light connecting the brother wands. The air around them seemed to twinkle with tiny golden sparkles. During all of this Harry realized that his wand was now violently shaking. He grasped it as hard as he could, determined not to let it go until he understood what was happening.
Harry gazed upward, and followed the golden beam of light to the holder of the other wand that it was connected to, Voldemort. His knuckles were white from being coiled around his wand and holding it as an electrical like surge moved it.
As if to shock the two even more, Harry felt his feet leave the ground. They were both rising in the air, and then the two were moved away from the tombstone to an open area. The Death Eaters ran toward them, screaming for directions from their master. They re-formed their circle around the two, who were still floating in the air with their wands connected by the mystical golden beam.
Then the golden beam started shot a thousand other beams that connected in crisscrossing patterns around them, creating a dome-shaped web. They were in a cage of light, and the cries from the Death Eaters outside the dome were starting to become muffled. Harry looked into Voldemorts piercing red eyes and saw shock and confusion. \"Do nothing!\" Voldemort commanded.
Astonishment flashed in Voldemorts eyes, and Harry saw that he was now trying to break the connection. Harry just held on harder to his wand, determined to keep the connection.
An then, a familiar blissfully beautiful song filled the air. The song stemmed from the golden web walls of the dome around them. It was the phoenix song. The same song that filled him with hope in his second year, but it seemed different now. It was as if it were coming from inside him, from his very soul. It brought flashes of Dumbledore in his mind, and it was like he was there, speaking in his ear.
Don\'t break the connection.
The statement filled him with determination. He could just see Dumbledore\'s twinkling blue eyes looking at his desperate green eyes. But the determination dwindled as he suddenly felt his wand shake violently. The shaking was much more powerful, and the beam of light changed. It now was like a marble was rolling up and down on a string of light. Harry watched as the marble ever so slowly rolled closer to his wand and away from Voldemorts. The shaking seemed to increase even more and his wand was growing warm beneath his finger tips. Harry feared that if it got any warmer or shook any more then he might drop it or that it would shatter.
He had to do something. He had to make the marble stop and change directions. Harry cleared his mind and focused every particle of his being into moving that marble toward Voldemort. The phoenix song filled his ears, and as if to answer his plea, the marble slowed down until it stopped. It then crept in Voldemorts direction. Harry looked into Voldemorts eyes, not breaking his concentration, and saw astonishment and possibly fear.
Harry watched as the marble got closer and closer to Voldemort. He could see the beads of sweat drip down the creases on Voldemorts forehead. He became giddy. He knew he was doing something right. But in that moment, Harry\'s concentration faltered. He became so happy that he stopped thinking about moving the marble.
Voldemort had also been focused on moving the marble toward Harry, but until that moment, Harry\'s will had been stronger. Voldemort smirked as he saw the marble stop and move toward Harry. It was moving much faster than before.
Harry felt his wand start to shake powerfully again. He realized his mistake and looked down at the marble and gasped as he saw it only a foot away from him. He immediately focused on moving the marble back toward Voldemort, but it was too late. Harry couldn\'t stop it. His heart started pounding in his heart, and he feared that it would fall out. His stomach was doing tumbles. His palms were dripping with sweat and blood, because his nails had started to dig into his flesh.
There was only an inch left. His wand was shaking so bad that he heard a snap and felt extreme pain in his elbow. He looked down at the last second to see that his elbow was now bending in the wrong direction, and then the marble hit his wand.
The golden web dome fizzled away, and Harry\'s body was thrown through the air until he hit Tom Riddles tombstone and bounced off it. His whole body hurt. His head was throbbing, because he hit it on the ground really hard. He brought his hand up to his head to wipe away some sweat, but he was met with blood. He felt around his forehead and he found that there was now another cut on his forehead. It felt serious and the amount of blood it was releasing indicated that it was. \'Great now I\'ll have another scar on my forehead. Oh man, my elbow is killing me.\' He looked at it, and his stomach turned. \'Note to self, never look at your bent backwards elbow.\'
\"Well well well, Potter, looks like I finally won.\" The Death Eaters laughed. Harry was busy examining his head and elbow that he didn\'t realized Voldemort walking over to him or the Death Eaters forming a circle around them.
When Harry heard Voldemorts voice, he looked up at him. Harry was met with a cold stare and a wand in his face. He knew that he had lost his wand when he was thrown backwards. His eyes darted to the ground and quickly searched the surrounding area trying to locate it. Voldemort smirked. \"Looking for this?\" he questioned as he held up Harry\'s wand.
To Be Continued
Ok, so this is a slight cliffy. Please don\'t kill me!
In the beginning of the chapter, I tried my hardest to put it in my own words and not just copy things out of the book, because I don\'t like it when people do that, but the ideas on plot in the beginning came from J K Rowling. Everything else I made up, so I just wanted to make sure that Rowling got credit, and for people to know that I didn\'t just copy it.
Please review and give me your opinion on the beginning of this story. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
RandomnessDotCom
Disclaimer : I don\'t own any of the ideas from the Harry Potter Series, J K Rowling does. Don\'t sue me.
Summary : What if Harry never returned to Hogwarts after the events of the Third Task? What if Voldemort kept Harry as a slave? What if he used Harry to further his evil empire? What would become of Harry?
Rating : R ( Torture, Slash, Swearing, Blood, Rape, MPreg )
A / N : I know I shouldn\'t be starting a new story when I\'m in the middle of another story, but the idea just came to me. I hope you like it.
A / N 2 : This story is beginning right in as Harry is behind Tom Riddles headstone in the graveyard and he is about to jump out and fight Voldemort in GoF.
Chapter 1 - Failure
Harry crouched behind the headstone of Tom Riddle, Voldemorts father. He could hear the Death Eaters laughing, in the background, at Voldemorts taunts.
\"We are not here to play hide-and-seek. Come on Harry, come out and play with me.\" Harry heard Voldemort purr in the background. He could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.
Harry started to panic. His palms were sweaty and shaky due to the heavy dosage of Cruciatus Curse he received earlier. He didn\'t know what to do. He knew one thing though: he didn\'t want to sit behind a headstone and hide. It was now a matter of pride, and Harry new that if these were his last moments of life on this planet, then he wasn\'t going to waste them on the ground hiding like some hopelessly scared child. He would face Voldemort like a man, and make his father, whom he never knew, proud.
Harry jumped up from the behind the headstone, and turned to face Voldemort with his wand already moving and his mouth open, but Voldemort was ready for him. The two of them screamed their curses at the same time.
\"Expelliarmus!\"
\"Avada Kedavra\"
Upon hearing those horrific words uttered by the Dark Lord and seeing the sickly green beam of light flying in his direction, Harry expected the sweet serenity of death to wash over him, but it never came. It was then that Harry say his own red beam of light flying through the air toward Voldemort. They watched as the two beams of light connected in mid air.
Then something happened that was unexpected. The beams of light changed into one deep golden beam of light connecting the brother wands. The air around them seemed to twinkle with tiny golden sparkles. During all of this Harry realized that his wand was now violently shaking. He grasped it as hard as he could, determined not to let it go until he understood what was happening.
Harry gazed upward, and followed the golden beam of light to the holder of the other wand that it was connected to, Voldemort. His knuckles were white from being coiled around his wand and holding it as an electrical like surge moved it.
As if to shock the two even more, Harry felt his feet leave the ground. They were both rising in the air, and then the two were moved away from the tombstone to an open area. The Death Eaters ran toward them, screaming for directions from their master. They re-formed their circle around the two, who were still floating in the air with their wands connected by the mystical golden beam.
Then the golden beam started shot a thousand other beams that connected in crisscrossing patterns around them, creating a dome-shaped web. They were in a cage of light, and the cries from the Death Eaters outside the dome were starting to become muffled. Harry looked into Voldemorts piercing red eyes and saw shock and confusion. \"Do nothing!\" Voldemort commanded.
Astonishment flashed in Voldemorts eyes, and Harry saw that he was now trying to break the connection. Harry just held on harder to his wand, determined to keep the connection.
An then, a familiar blissfully beautiful song filled the air. The song stemmed from the golden web walls of the dome around them. It was the phoenix song. The same song that filled him with hope in his second year, but it seemed different now. It was as if it were coming from inside him, from his very soul. It brought flashes of Dumbledore in his mind, and it was like he was there, speaking in his ear.
Don\'t break the connection.
The statement filled him with determination. He could just see Dumbledore\'s twinkling blue eyes looking at his desperate green eyes. But the determination dwindled as he suddenly felt his wand shake violently. The shaking was much more powerful, and the beam of light changed. It now was like a marble was rolling up and down on a string of light. Harry watched as the marble ever so slowly rolled closer to his wand and away from Voldemorts. The shaking seemed to increase even more and his wand was growing warm beneath his finger tips. Harry feared that if it got any warmer or shook any more then he might drop it or that it would shatter.
He had to do something. He had to make the marble stop and change directions. Harry cleared his mind and focused every particle of his being into moving that marble toward Voldemort. The phoenix song filled his ears, and as if to answer his plea, the marble slowed down until it stopped. It then crept in Voldemorts direction. Harry looked into Voldemorts eyes, not breaking his concentration, and saw astonishment and possibly fear.
Harry watched as the marble got closer and closer to Voldemort. He could see the beads of sweat drip down the creases on Voldemorts forehead. He became giddy. He knew he was doing something right. But in that moment, Harry\'s concentration faltered. He became so happy that he stopped thinking about moving the marble.
Voldemort had also been focused on moving the marble toward Harry, but until that moment, Harry\'s will had been stronger. Voldemort smirked as he saw the marble stop and move toward Harry. It was moving much faster than before.
Harry felt his wand start to shake powerfully again. He realized his mistake and looked down at the marble and gasped as he saw it only a foot away from him. He immediately focused on moving the marble back toward Voldemort, but it was too late. Harry couldn\'t stop it. His heart started pounding in his heart, and he feared that it would fall out. His stomach was doing tumbles. His palms were dripping with sweat and blood, because his nails had started to dig into his flesh.
There was only an inch left. His wand was shaking so bad that he heard a snap and felt extreme pain in his elbow. He looked down at the last second to see that his elbow was now bending in the wrong direction, and then the marble hit his wand.
The golden web dome fizzled away, and Harry\'s body was thrown through the air until he hit Tom Riddles tombstone and bounced off it. His whole body hurt. His head was throbbing, because he hit it on the ground really hard. He brought his hand up to his head to wipe away some sweat, but he was met with blood. He felt around his forehead and he found that there was now another cut on his forehead. It felt serious and the amount of blood it was releasing indicated that it was. \'Great now I\'ll have another scar on my forehead. Oh man, my elbow is killing me.\' He looked at it, and his stomach turned. \'Note to self, never look at your bent backwards elbow.\'
\"Well well well, Potter, looks like I finally won.\" The Death Eaters laughed. Harry was busy examining his head and elbow that he didn\'t realized Voldemort walking over to him or the Death Eaters forming a circle around them.
When Harry heard Voldemorts voice, he looked up at him. Harry was met with a cold stare and a wand in his face. He knew that he had lost his wand when he was thrown backwards. His eyes darted to the ground and quickly searched the surrounding area trying to locate it. Voldemort smirked. \"Looking for this?\" he questioned as he held up Harry\'s wand.
To Be Continued
Ok, so this is a slight cliffy. Please don\'t kill me!
In the beginning of the chapter, I tried my hardest to put it in my own words and not just copy things out of the book, because I don\'t like it when people do that, but the ideas on plot in the beginning came from J K Rowling. Everything else I made up, so I just wanted to make sure that Rowling got credit, and for people to know that I didn\'t just copy it.
Please review and give me your opinion on the beginning of this story. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
RandomnessDotCom