Meant To Be
Harry woke suddenly like he had been dunked in water and sat up, blinking stupidly and looking around. He was in a big dark room, seemingly underground, but there were windows, only covered. The walls were wet looking and covered in moss and vines that were coming through the broken windows. Dust was everywhere. It looked like it hadn't had a proper cleaning in years. Next, he noticed that he was surrounded.
"Well, well, well. Look who's finally decided to join us."
Harry tensed at the familiar voice. The voice that was in his nightmares, the voice that belonged to the man who took everything from him and continued to make his life a living hell. Harry glanced up at the red eyed snake-like man he had last seen in the Department of Mysteries, "Voldemort," he spat. "Where have you taken me?"
"Now Harry. Mind your manners," Voldemort said with a smirk while his followers snickered in amusement, "There's no need to be rude."
"Fine," Harry replied dryly and gave as much as a dramatic bow as he could from his kneeling position, "My lord. Where am I?"
"Mock me all you want, Potter. I care not. But I will answer your question. This," Voldemort said gesturing around him, "Is my ancestral home."
"Really?" he asked looking around at the rotting walls and cracked stone, "Doesn't look like much," Harry muttered quietly.
"This is also the place of your demise," Voldemort said ignoring him, "You will die tonight," he said with obvious glee.
"You've been saying that for the past 10 years and I'm still standing," Harry said with a smirk.
Voldemort scowled, "That will end, now." He said flatly raising his wand.
Harry panicked, he couldn't die here. He had to live. He was the one who had to survive. "Wait! You're not going to let me fight? Isn't that proper etiquette?"
Voldemort paused, "Your insolence is frustrating. But you are correct. Not that it will make a difference. Give him his wand," he ordered.
Bellatrix stepped forward and threw his wand at him, which Harry caught expertly. He looked down at his wand and wrinkled his nose in disgust and made a show of wiping his wand on his robes, making her shriek in outrage.
"Bella," Voldemort warned and she backed down content on just sending him a nasty glare. "Now," he said stepping down from his dais, "We will begin."
"You made a big mistake," Harry said getting into his fighting stance.
"We shall see," Voldemort said gesturing to his Death Eaters to stand back.
They both stared at each other for a minute before Voldemort made his move. He pointed his wand at him and opened his mouth to say a spell. But Harry was quicker. "Deducere laquearia," he said and pointed his wand upwards and a jet of orange light slammed into the ceiling.
Voldemort's eyes widened in anger "NO!" he shouted before the ceiling collapsed between them.
"Like I said, big mistake," Harry called out and turned and ran to the double doors, blasting debris and Death Eaters out of his way when they stepped in front of him. Harry had a bad feeling something was going to happen if he stayed here any longer. He had to find a way out.
Thank god the lesser Death Eaters were at the back because they were easy enough to get rid of, but where they lack in skill they made up in numbers. Damn it to hell! Is there no end to them? He thought as he stunned another two making a nice pile. Finally, finally! He saw a clear passage to the doors and hopefully to freedom. He ran forward keeping the door in his sights as he ducked and weaved in and out of the Death Eaters and their spells and curses.
Harry ran through the doors and closed and sealed the doors together. That should hold them off for a bit. He thought and turned around, "Ah fuck!" he hissed as he looked down the large stretch of hallway with doors on either side leading to god knows where. "This is not good," he muttered and jumped as they started banging on the door behind him. "I guess I'll just have to get started then."
He further down the hallway and picked a random door on his left and opened it, hoping it was the right one.
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