raised by dementor

chapter 22

The Quirrel/Voldemort monster was standing in front of Harry; already he had decided against switching to his Dementor form, if he did then he couldn't stop it easily, however that left other powers that could be used in this situation. Currently Voldemort was facing Harry, the mirror was blocking his view ever so slightly but with his wand in hand he could still duel. However normal magic or at least the magic he knew wouldn't be effective in this situation
"You think you can challenge me?" Voldemort spoke first in a high cold voice, obviously he was taking more control of Quirrel with each moment who was not resisting at all, Harry wondered if the man was even alive now. Fire suddenly exploded around the room, however Voldemort was not the one doing this, Harry had willed it to be and the dark energy emitted from Voldemort's soul was giving him power. It was ironic in a way, his enemy was inadvertently giving him power; however he said nothing waiting for Voldemort to make the first move.
"Interesting, you have power boy. And yet it is not magic I have seen before, perhaps the boy who lived has a darker secret than I thought," Voldemort chuckled but his eyes were wider after Harry's display of power. Harry just glared at him, he was buying Cho time and she had the stone, hopefully she would get far enough away to ensure Voldemort never touched it. He was not the only one who knew what he was doing
"I will kill her, and I will destroy all of your friends unless you step aside so I can reclaim what is mine," Voldemort hissed coldly with anger etched upon the lines of his snakelike face. Something inside Harry rushed to defend his friends and he flicked his hand forward and sent a wave of dark energy at Voldemort. Quirrel spun around and conjured a shield, if he had done so seconds later then he would have been flung into the darkness but instead the energy just cracked his shield.
"Kill him!" Voldemort screeched feeling the pulse of magic , Quirrel was eager to comply and Harry dodged as Quirrel fired a jet of green light towards him. The man had very bad aim but Harry had to avoid the beams just the same but he would not hide, instead he spun around (dodging a killing curse in the process) and fired a pulse of dark energy towards Quirrel. It worked and the man was flung to the floor but he was not dead, not by a long shot but is mind was open and Harry knowing where his strengths would be best suited entered his mind. This time he went further than merely exploring his thoughts and ideas, this time he dived into Quirrel's very core.
A dark landscape was all he could see, for miles and miles around there was nothing but a barren land with dark veins inscribed onto the surface. The sky was burning with rage while the ground hummed in surprise, Harry knew where he was. This was the very mind of Quirrel and this was the full extent of his mind invasion power, minds were like labyrinths when looking for information but Dementors drained memories from every corner of the mind. They became a part of the mind in a way and entering a mind was almost too easy, Harry did not use this power often. It exposed him to true nature of people and he was a destructive force, every step he took would corrupt a man's thoughts, twist and distort them until they shattered. This would drive a man to madness but Harry unlike Dementor could do it directly and quickly
"Potter!" Quirrel's voice screamed from the distance then a silkier, colder voice stepped in
"How are you here?" was all it said, Voldemort had no knowledge of his powers but Harry was going to tear him from this mind. The dark veins that existed under the surface of Quirrel's mind was how Voldemort was latching on, this is why he could never enter Quirrel's mind in class or ever, there was another mind which was protecting it; Voldemort's.
A wind like no other suddenly picked up around Harry ,he almost smiled. Quirrel had worked out sooner than most that he was in control of the landscape, he had sent a wind to try to throw him out but there was no way that would work. Harry took a step and the wind stopped
"So Harry Potter I was right, there is a lot more to you than this fool thought, he thought you were nothing more than a student who would never amount to anything but instead I find you to be a master of Legilimency but not in the way I would expect." Voldemort's voice rang out; Harry was distorting Quirrel's mind but it was giving Voldemort more power
"I know your here," Harry called out knowing the pulsing black veins under the surface of the dark land would lead him to Voldemort
"Indeed you do but how? how have you done this? and why do you not reveal this power that you have? You could be great?" his voice was almost seductive but Harry would never listen to darkness, not in mind or body.
"You made a mistake," Harry announced,
"And what is that?" Voldemort demanded coolly, already he was taking more control of Quirrel and Harry reached out into the very fabric of what made up this mind, Voldemort was within and his darkened soul nourished him with energy.
"You gave me the power to destroy you." Then Harry unleashed a blast of dark energy within Quirrel so powerful that he was thrown in to the air, the ground began to break and the black veins broke but it wasn't enough and Harry was repelled from this mind that no longer belonged to Quirrel.
Harry took a deep breath as he returned to reality, the world seemed almost unreal to him after what he had just done. However he had no time to ponder his existence or any philosophy behind it because the body of Quirrel was changing. The same black veins now lined his face and the cold red eyes of Voldemort replaced those of Quirrel's, Harry had accidently allowed Voldemort to take more control, well total control. Harry did not wait around to fight, Voldemort in a body was more threatening than Quirrel, luckily he had an advantage, Voldemort could not live in Quirrel's mind and body forever. It was resisting him and soon his dark energy would cause Quirrel to crumble, Harry ran.
"Potter," Voldemort cried breaking into a similar sprint, Quirrel's body was already suffering and cracks were appearing along his skin. He needed to get to the stone and fast, Harry had an advantage and quickly his feet left the ground, he was faster when flying and the potion had not yet worn off, he swooped through the flames. Cho was in the room
"Harry," she exclaimed, Harry looked startled, she was waiting for him because she knew the potion to get them back.
"Quickly," he ordered knowing Quirrel was not far behind, the potion had already worn off for him but it wouldn't stop Voldemort whom he doubted could feel pain. Cho quickly took a swig of the potion as did he, Voldemort appeared; the flamed melted his flesh and set his clothes alight but he still moved forward.
"Really," Cho sighed knowing what Harry was about to do, he picked her up and dragged her through the air as they rushed to escape the monstrosity chasing them
"Have you got a plan?" she demanded watching Voldemort with evident worry.
"No," Harry replied honestly entering the troll room, he ignored the stench as it was mixing with that of Voldemort's burning flesh and left the room very quickly.
"GIVE ME THE STONE," Voldemort screeched through black lips, his tongue was shrivelling into ash and his fingers were falling apart. His eyes had yellowed and his teeth were rotted,
"Faster," Cho urged as they entered the chess room, the board had reassembled and the pieces were just waiting for someone else to take up the game. Harry saw the far door was blocked and he could not fly over without one of the pieces stabbing up at him or hitting Cho, he landed at turned as Voldemort charged into the room. Cho looked queasy at the sight of his decaying form but Harry was busy looking for a way out, Voldemort sensed he had beaten the two
"Give me the stone," he rasped in a voice that was hoarse and angry, he would not be able to speak for much longer. Cho's hand went to her pocket to check the stone was still there
"Give it to me," Voldemort roared, Harry just glared up at him and stood in front of Cho
"What are you going to do now boy? I have won," Voldemort spat with some difficulty.
"Well I'll tell you what I'm going to do," a dry and unimpressed voice filled the room, Voldemort turned shocked to see Draco Malfoy causally propped up against a chess piece.
"I'm going to say, Knight to F3," Draco smugly retorted before Voldemort could say anything, sure enough the knight moved but Harry could not see what it was going to do.
"Was that supposed to impress?" Voldemort hissed
"No that's going to hurt," Draco remarked causally as Voldemort was backhanded by the same Queen that had hit Draco, he went soaring through the air but unlike Draco Voldemort was nothing but a frail form. The moment he hit the wall he collapsed and crumbled into dust
"How the..." Harry exclaimed
"Don't look at the actor, look at the writer," Draco commented gesturing to Hermione who had emerged with Crabbe and Goyle from behind a rook.
"Well..." she tried to shrug off any involvement with the scheme
"Come off it!" Draco announced "she bandaged my leg up and thought it would be best if we waited for you two, she came up with this plan when we heard the running,"
"Well I knew the Queen could hit almost any target on the board in particular the ones that whoever was chasing you would be standing," she admitted looking slightly abashed.
"Brilliant," Harry beamed at her suddenly the room felt dark and he turned to see something that was neither a ghost nor gas rising from the ashes of Quirrel.
"Uh oh," Draco announced as it screamed and lunged at Harry, then it screamed in terror as his inner Dementor reached out for it; eager to absorb it's evil.
"No," Harry gritted his teeth, he was not going to let evil into him and not this thing, whatever it was or he might end up like Quirrel, the pain of resistance was stunning but he would not let it in.
"Harry," Cho called followed by Hermione and Draco. Crabbe and Goyle were beside him and were keeping him standing, it was a good thing too.
"Focus on them," he told himself as his inner self battled with his personality. The pain just grew and Harry gritted his teeth
"Focus," he ordered and suddenly he fell back, exhausted but empty of that evil.
"Harry," Draco called worried as Crabbe and Goyle struggled to keep Harry awake. However he did not focus on anyone at that moment because in a flash he was locked in a deep sleep. His last thought was of the mirror for in that very moment in the other room it began to glow
For Blood and Hate; his heart remains closed
Blood was his inner self; the Dementor inside him and he had not allowed it to take control, Hate was Voldemort and the dark energy he would have absorbed but he had rejected both. This was the first part of a prophecy inscribed within the very bones of time.