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Elusion
Harry P. & Voldemort - Words: 58,972 - Rated: M - English - Angst - Chapters: 41 - Reviews: 385 - Updated: 18-06-2018 - Published: 27-12-2017 - by Quillbreaker (FFN)

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Harry was forced into a room on the upper floor of the Leaky Cauldron. Scrimgeour entered the room and considered Harry, who was gripped by two Aurors. He signalled them to release him,

"Sit down, Harry."

Harry kept standing. Scrimgeour sighed and the Aurors forced Harry into a chair,

"You look pale, Harry. Have you been eating properly?"

Harry didn't reply and continued to glare at Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour continued to smile and spoke,

"You are the chosen one according to the prophecy and I wish for you to cooperate with the Ministry."

Harry met Scrimgeour's gaze and spoke,

"What if I don't want to cooperate?"

Scrimgeour straightened up in his seat and spoke,

"You do not have a choice in the matter, Harry."

Harry got up to his feet,

"I won't cooperate. You can take away my wand. You can expel me from Hogwarts. You can lock me up in Azkaban. But I will not cooperate with you at any cost."

Scrimgeour's smile turned into an expression of pure rage,

"Very well, Mr. Potter. You shall receive your summons for the trial very soon."

Harry looked at Scrimgeour and asked,

"A trial for what? For trying to defend myself? For trying to escape the death eaters that attacked me?"

Scrimgeour laughed,

"Oh, Harry. You do have quite the imagination. Attacked by death eaters? Just like you were attacked by imaginary dementors last time."

Harry turned around and stormed out of the room. He walked straight out of the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley Where would he go now? Grimmauld place was one of the options but there was a chance that the order was still using it as their headquarters. He didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to be alone. Where else would he go?

He was just passing Ollivander's shop when an explosion knocked him to the ground. Shouts and cries echoed through the air. Harry looked up from his position on the ground and saw a group of masked and hooded death eaters entering the wand shop. Harry pulled out his wand and got up to his feet. He knew that he should run and escape while he still had the chance but he just couldn't let Ollivander get hurt. He entered the shop as quietly as possible and heard the death eater's jeering from the back room.

He stealthily made his way to the door that led to the back room. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His heart was beating out of his chest. Harry counted to three and then burst through the door. He casted as many stunners as possible. Some of them hit their mark while the rest were deflected. Harry ducked behind the door as he felt curses whiz past him. He was hugely outnumbered and there was no way he could beat that many death eaters. But he just couldn't run either.

Harry felt his blood boil as Bellatrix's voice rang through the air,

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

He didn't care about anything now. He just wanted to silence that voice for good. Harry jumped out from his position behind the door and stepped in front of the death eaters,

"Here I am."

The masked death eater at the very front pulled off the mask and Harry was greeted by the hateful sneering face of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry's sole focus was on Bellatrix. She giggled childishly and spoke in a mocking voice,

"Lookey who we have here. It is ity bitty baby Potter."

He raised his wand and spoke the words,

"Avada Kedavra."

A faint flash of green light exited Harry's wand but died down before reaching Bellatrix. Bellatrix laughed maniacally and slashed her wand in the air. A flash of red and Harry's world was shrouded in darkness as he collapsed to the ground.

Bellatrix bent over Harry's unconscious form and laughed again,

"The Dark Lord will be extremely pleased."

The death eaters jeered. Bellatrix signalled one of them to grab Ollivander, who was crouching in the corner. Bellatrix grabbed Harry by the hair, raised her wand towards the sky and spoke,

"Morsmorde."

She looked down at Harry again and laughed. The Dark Lord would be very happy. She apparated along with the other death eaters.


Harry woke up in a dark dungeon. His scar was burning up. He sat up straight and heard screaming from the upper floor. What was going on? Where was he? He remembered what had happened and banged his head against the wall. He wasn't good for anything. He couldn't even ask a killing curse right. Harry realized that his wand was gone and so was his rucksack. He looked around and found Ollivander sitting against the wall a few inches away from him. Harry rushed towards him and asked,

"How are you?"

Ollivander looked at him and spoke,

"You should have run, Mr. Potter."

Harry shook his head and pressed the palm of his hand to his burning scar in an attempt to soothe it. Voldemort was just upstairs. He looked at Ollivander and spoke,

"I couldn't just leave you."

The screaming died down and Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He was mildly aware of the fact that he would be next but that didn't terrify him. He wasn't afraid. Harry coughed and held his hand to his mouth. Every time he coughed, he was reminded of the fact that he was dying. All of this was inconsequential. None of it mattered. He wouldn't live long enough to see who ruled the magical world. He didn't even care. Voldemort could take over wherever he wanted. All he wanted was to see Bellatrix die. He wanted justice for Sirius.

Harry's scar burned stronger than before and a cry escaped his lips. Ollivander turned to Harry and held his shoulder,

"Are you alright, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded his head and slumped against the wall. Ollivander poured Harry a glass of water from the jug. Harry drank it in silence. He had just set the glass down when he heard approaching footsteps and Harry's scar exploded in pain.

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