The Consequences of Solutions

Harry’s hands followed the damp, moldy walls of the cell he was in. He couldn’t see properly without his glasses, but he couldn’t put on his glasses without activating the portkey, and if he did that he would never find out why Voldemort just couldn’t leave him alone. Though it was VERY tempting to do just that – and leave this nightmare behind.



Frustrated, Harry cast a temporary vision correcting spell on himself. It took a lot of energy, and only improved his natural vision a fraction better, but still…it was something. It made things look as if he was viewing the world through an old style glass window, where the world seemed to waver and bend through the imperfections in the glass.



Disgusted by the dirt and dried blood he could now see on his hands, he wiped them against his equally dirty jeans, and frowned as he gazed around the small cell. Not but four steps to the left of him lay his glasses. To his right was a grimy wall with small clumps of moss growing from the cracks in the stones. Several steps in front of him were the thick metal bars which comprised the front of the cell, and behind him in the corner was a bucket which he figured was intended to act as a toilet. The rest of the small room was empty, though still as dirty as the parts close to him, if not more so.



He licked his cracked lips, tasting dried blood and wishing there was water nearby. He could really go for a drink. He could also go for some food. Even his Aunts mediocre cooking would suffice.



He remembered the last meal he had eaten, with Draco early in the morning the day before. Draco. Somehow he knew Draco was fine, though terrified for Harry’s well being. He could feel the blond boy somehow. Somewhere within him was a link to Draco. A small chain of connection. It had to be from that spell and potion Hermione had helped him with. And although he was surprised by the quick changes thrown into his life, Harry knew he didn’t want to change it.



The slight sound of footsteps outside the door, caused Harry to bring his eyes to the doorway – just as the door swung open, revealing the Devil himself.



“Hello Voldie.” Harry said, realizing that he didn’t feel fear, although he supposed he should have. Instead, he felt almost a wave of having done this all before. A resigned feeling that caused him to sigh and just want to get this over with. He was tired of coming face to face with this…man-beast. Time and time again. The guy just couldn’t take a hint.



“Why, Harry Potter. I’m surprised at you. How informal you treat me. How rudely, in fact.” He came further into the room, his dark robes sweeping the dirty ground, causing a rustling noise. He glanced down at Harry’s glasses, and nodded to them. “No use for those, young Harry?”



“Eh…I decided on a temporary vision correction spell.”



Voldemort nodded slightly, seeming to consider that fact. “Well then, shall we get to the point?”



“If you would be so kind as to, for once, jump to the point, nothing would make me happier.” Harry replied, perhaps a little too uncaringly.



“Very well. I will tell you my plans for your child, Mister Potter. And for you, I will skip to the point. You see, back generations ago, my family and yours were once one and the same. In short, my mother and yours share the same mitochondria, which can only be passed from a mother to their child. It is in those mitochondria that my rebirth will be found. Did you think I planned to stay in this body forever!? No indeed, young Mister Potter…I intend to take your child’s body as my own. It’s only fitting, seeing as how your mother so rudely kept your body from me so many years ago, the night you received that scar.” Voldemort said, pointing to Harry’s forehead, where a bit of his scar could be seen peaking out from behind Harry’s dark brown bangs.



"I intended to – in a sense – download my knowledge and power into your body…but your mother wouldn’t have it. She stopped me, leaving me weak and without a form. Leaving you with my mark.” Voldemort grinned creepily, his malformed mouth contorting into the semblance of a grin. “But I will have my way, Harry. I will win. Starting NOW.”



With that, Voldemort’s fists clenched tightly as a green menacing glow began to surround his body. His eyes grew unseeing; his mouth opened wide, contorting unnaturally. Harry, deciding enough was enough, dove for his glasses just as Voldemort’s magical being rose out of his mouth, and his body slumped to the floor.



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Note: Awwww...you thought me evil before? Look where I leave you all now! *cackles evily*