Thrown Overboard

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 )

Warning : This is SLASH. SSSLLLLLAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHH. SLASH. If you don\'t like slash, then don\'t read.

A / N : Sorry I took so long, but I had to plan out this story and I\'ve been bombarded with studying and projects for my midterms in school. I wrote the first chapter with just a brief idea of this story in my mind, but since I got so many nice reviews, I decided to really work on it.

Chapter 2 - Sorrow


Harry’s heart sank. He had nothing left to use to defend himself. His beautiful wand was now being tainted by the touch of Voldemort’s sickly fingers. His body was broken, and his hope was defeated.


With Voldemort’s wand still in his face, Harry did the only thing he could think of at the moment. He bowed his head in defeat, and he stared down at his bloody hand.


Voldemort chuckled in the background. He realized exactly what Harry was doing. Finally, after 13 years, he had won and now he would get his revenge. This moment was 13 years in the brewing. 13 long years of which Voldemort sat in the shadows dreaming of this moment. Dreaming of screaming and seeing the Potter boys face contorted in pain.


\"You admit your defeat so easily, Potter. What would your parents think of you now? Their only son is fool and a coward.\" Voldemorts head rose to address his followers. \"To think, he actually thought he would win.\"


\"Worthless,\" Nott whispered in the background. The other Death Eaters nodded their heads in agreement and smirked under their masks.


\"Do you have any last words, Potter?\" Voldemort had now turned back in Harry\'s direction. He had backed up a little, but he still had his wand pointed at Harry and Harry\'s wand in his other hand.


Harry said nothing. He didn\'t even nod or shake his head. He was too caught up in his own mind. Voldemort\'s comment about his parents sparked some distressful thoughts. \'Would my parents be proud of me?\' Harry couldn\'t think of one thing in his lifetime that would make his parents proud of him. Sure he played Quidditch, but Quidditch is a sport it\'s has nothing meaningful to it. Ok, so he saved the Sorcerer\'s Stone in his first year, but he caused his friends to be really hurt and in the end the Sorcerer\'s Stone had been destroyed. \'If anything, my parents would be disgusted and despise me,\' Harry concluded. \'I\'m a Parselmouth. I\'ve let the Dursley\'s walk all over me to the point where I\'m their personal slave. I couldn\'t stop Wormtail when he escaped the night I found Sirius. I\'ve caused Voldemort to come back to life, with my own blood. They must hate me now. Voldemort has the same blood as me; the blood of my ancestors, my past, my parents. Now, I can\'t even beat him. I am worthless.\'


\"What is this? Where is your courageous speech? Where is your Gryffindor pride? You give up so easily. It is as if you want to die.\"


Harry just kept his head bowed. His shoulders shook at the last comment made by Voldemort. It was true. He did want to die. \'If I indulge Voldemort with answers, then I know I\'m just delaying the inevitable. Why wait? Voldemort will just mock me more. I know I can\'t convince him not to kill me, so I\'ll just remain quiet.\'


Voldemort was shocked. Where was the legendary Gryffindor courage? Voldemort would be lying, if he told everyone that he wasn\'t nerves about killing Potter. Last time he failed. He wasn\'t strong enough yet to survive another Avada Kedavra should the curse rebound again. He knew that 13 years ago Lily Potter\'s love for Harry saved him. It was rumored that the same protection still flowed thought his veins to this very day. Was it safe to try to kill him?


\"You do want to die, don\'t you?\" He wants to die. He is practically begging me. \"You know, Potter, I\'m not known for giving my enemies what they want. In fact, I think I\'ve had a change of heart, so to speak.\" Voldemort brought his hand that held Harry\'s wand to his chin. \"I\'m going to keep you alive, Potter. I\'ve come up with a use for you.\"


\'Yes, I\'ll keep him alive for the time being until I can understand this protection that he has. Once I know it is safe to perform the killing curse, then I will dispose of him.\'


******


\"Ron do you think Harry\'s ok?\" Hermione and Ron were in the stands still. 25 minutes ago, Harry and Cedric disappeared when they touched the Triwizard Tournament Trophy at the same time. They had been so excited when watching Harry battle through the maze. He was doing extremely well, and Hermione was proud of him. When Harry and Cedric disappeared the professors and other Triwizard Tournament officials looked panicked. Clearly, they weren\'t supposed to disappear. Something bad was happening, and Hermione was nerves for her friend.


She should have guessed something bad would happen though. It was no surprise, because something bad happened to Harry each year. In first year, it was the Sorcerer\'s Stone and the battle against a Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell. In second year, Harry battled a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and fought Voldemorts younger self. In third year, Harry had to fought off Dementors to save him and his godfather\'s, Sirius, soul. It was destined that something bad happen this year, and Hermione knew that something was happening now, she could feel it. She was scared. This time neither Ron or her were with him this time. Harry was alone. Ok, so he had Cedric with him, but she would rather be there to help protect Harry herself.


10 more minutes passed, and still there was no sign of the two Hogwarts Champions. The professors and Ministry officials were becoming extremely worried.


\"Harry will be fine, don\'t worry. He can protect himself.\" Ron was trying to assuage Hermione\'s fears. He had to be strong for Hermione, even thought he was panicking on the inside. \"Maybe we should go down to the teachers to see if they know what going on.\"


\"I don\'t think that is a good idea. We might just get in the way. They would probably tell us to just go and sit down.\"


Ron stood up. \"It\'s worth a shot. I don\'t care if they yell at us. My best friend may be in trouble.\" He held out his hand to her. \"Are you going to come with me?\"


She pondered her choices, but it didn\'t take her long to grasp Ron\'s hand. \"You\'re right. Harry could be in trouble.\"


They walked down the Quidditch stands, and walked onto the field toward the teachers. Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape were all huddled in a corner whispering. Ron and Hermione quietly walked up to them.


\"- back. I felt it burn. Potter and Digg-\" Hermione and Ron heard Professor Snape whisper to the two other professors. He stopped when he say the two students coming close.


Dumbledore turned his head to see why Snape stopped. He was met with two worried Gryffindors. \'Ah, I was wondering when these two would come down here demanding answers.\'


Professor McGonagall stepped forward. \"Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, could you two please return to your seats. We are rather busy at the moment.\"


\"Professors, what happened to Harry? Where is he? Is he ok? What\'s going on?\" Hermione blurted out is rapid succession. She wanted answers and she wasn\'t going to leave until she received them. \"Why did-\"


\"Miss. Granger, please return to your seat.\" Dumbledore\'s gentle voice broke her questioning. She looked up to his face and met his twinkling eyes and calmed down instantly.


\"Yes, Headmaster, we\'ll return right now.\"


Ron\'s mouth opened. \"Hermione what are you doing? We came down here for answers.\" He was shocked that Hermione would give up a fight so easily. It was like Dumbledore had her hypnotized for a second.


She grabbed Ron\'s arm and turned around pulling Ron with her as she walked away. \"Don\'t be silly, Ron. We shouldn\'t have come down here, we are only in their way. Harry is fine we have nothing to worry about.\"


They were half way across the field when it happened. All of a sudden, everyone in the stands stood up and started talking and pointing. The professors and Ministry officials started yelling to each other and ran toward something. Hermione and Ron looked to where they were all heading toward. There, on the ground, was Harry. Both of his hands were occupied. In one hand was the Triwizard Tournament Trophy and in the other was Cedric Diggory.


\"Harry!\" Hermione screamed as she turned and ran toward him with Ron right on her heals.


Dumbledore was the first to reach them two newest arrivals. His hands seized Harry roughly and turned him around. \"Harry! Harry!\" Harry\'s eyes were already open, but he wasn\'t moving.


Harry wasn\'t responding to anything. Dumbledore kept on shaking and shaking him determined to wake him up. Professor McGonagall fell to her knees next to Harry\'s head. \"Harry?\" she whispered in a plea for him to respond. Tears were dripping from her eyes as she grasped Harry\'s chin and turned it toward her too look in his eyes. Instead of meeting the lively eyes that she had seen for the past four years, the beautiful bright green eyes she had seen right after Harry birth, she was met with scared eyes. She let out a moan of sorrow. His pupils were now a bright sickly green, the tell tale sign of the killing curse. His face was contorted in pain. It gave away everything that had happened to him that night. She released his chin and brought her heads up to her face and wept for the loss of her favorite Gryffindor.


Hermione and Ron reached the two bodies. Professor Sprout was over Cedric\'s and Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore were near Harry\'s. Hermione already had tears falling like a waterfall from her eyes. She knew something was wrong when she saw that Harry\'s body had yet to move on its own since he arrived back. Ron\'s face was pale.


Hermione fell to her knees and she laid her head on Harry\'s stomach. Her hands grabbed hold of his shirt, and she just sat there crying. Ron stood behind them all and looked at the scene in front of him. Silent tears fell down his cheeks. Harry was gone.


Cornelius Fudge arrived at the scene. His face was white and horrified. \"My God -- Potter and Diggory,\" he said as he looked at each body. \"Dumbledore -- they\'re dead!\"


Figures who were arriving at the scene that had yet to hear the news gasped at what they heard Fudge say. People in the stadium screeched and others shouted what they heard. \"They\'re dead!\" \"Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter, they\'re dead!\" \"Dead!\"


A lone figure stood in the background watching everyone panic and grieve the loss of their savior. The figure lifted its left arm and pulled back its sleeve. The figure\'s fingers stroked the mark on its forearm. The figure then lifted its head and a sick smile formed on Professor Snape\'s face. \'You\'ve done it master. Finally.\'

To Be Continued

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