I want to stay
•°•CHAPTER 1°•°
I want my parents, Harry thought with an intense childish need to be taken care of and loved, for once in his stupid horrible life. Especially as the ghosts of James and Lily dangled in front of his face like a very appealing bait. I want to stay with them, Harry begged. Please, let me stay with my parents.
"Grab the portkey, Harry. It will take you away, to safety," Lily's spirit urged him and Harry furiously shook his head, despite knowing he was being stupid.
Knowing that he had to go, or this connection will break and Voldemort will kill him. It was his only chance to escape.
"I want to stay with you," Harry pleaded. Please, let me stay with you. Don't tell me to go.
He wouldn't survive seeing his parents for such a brief moment and then never seeing them again. Losing them, again.
Not even having the time to ask them anything. Not even goodbye.
"You cannot, Harry." James smiled sadly at him. "You must go. We cannot hold this up much longer. You can do it, son. We believe in you."
"But-"
"Go, darling," Lily urged. "And live long. Now!"
With his heart breaking, Harry extended his hand towards the portkey, summoning it to him, even though he wished he could stay with his parents wholeheartedly, and he broke the connection.
"Harry, bri-"
He didn't hear what Cedric had to say over Voldemort's screaming, his parents cheering him on.
His fingers clasped around the cup, and Harry felt the familiar feeling of a hook pulling at his navel, and Harry was gone.
Only he didn't know that magic would listen to his pleas and in turn, change the portkey's coordinates into one's no one could have foreseen.
Harry landed on a hard surface. Which was weird, because it didn't feel like the front of the maze where he was supposed to land.
Not only that, it was so bloody bright and it made Harry reluctant to even open his eyes, in fear of hurling.
His body was one big throbbing wound.
His head was spinning. He wanted to pass out.
But he had to see where the fuck he was.
"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" An angry male voice shouted at him, and Harry jumped, scrambling back, pointing his wand at the man that was pointing... something at him.
"Who- who are you? Where am I?" Harry managed to get out, ignoring just how bad his hand was shaking.
Shit.
His adrenaline fueled energy will eventually run out and then he'll be in deep shit. He has to get out of here, and fast.
"Are you one of his?" Harry accused, sneering. "What? One kidnapping wasn't enough? Wanted to get me somewhere private to kill me?! That's not fucking happening!"
Harry blindly shot a stupefy, turning to run somewhere, when he noticed a view out of the window.
A skyline.
Sun still high in the sky, when it was a bloody night when he touched the portkey. What was going on?
Oh, and he was in a fucking skyscraper. He'll have to run a shitton of stairs to get out. Just great.
"Hey! Wait, kid, I'm not going to hurt you!"
Harry shot another spell at the man, hearing him cursing as he ran towards what seemed to be an elevator.
Well, ran as much as he could, considering his leg hurt like hell and he was leaving splotches of blood on the man's pristine floor.
Whoops.
"Kid!"
Harry turned to see that none of his spells hit the man, unfortunately. He raised his wand and shot another stupefy, when he rammed painfully into something solid.
Or someone.
"What the hell, Stark? You're beating up kids now?" A voice asked, and Harry's panic shot to unseen levels.
There were two of them and one of him.
He scrambled back, but the man caught him in an unrelenting grip, and Harry couldn'tmove.
This was bad.
Really fucking bad.
Like being tied to a tombstone and being bled dry, bad.
"Let go of me, you filthy Death Eater," Harry snarled, stomping hard on the man's leg.
The man's grip relented only slightly, but it was good enough for Harry to get some leverage and blast the stranger off.
He needed to get out. Now.
This place wasn't safe.
He was trapped.
"Listen, kid, why don't you calm down-"
"Get the fuck out of my way," Harry pointed his wand at the first man, and continued on his way to the elevator. He was irked to see the other man coming up as well, seemingly completely fine.
Fuck, his magic should've kept him away for longer.
But he didn't dare risk any illegal spells. His wand could easily be checked and he'd be in for it.
"What's your name, kid?" The second man asked.
Harry snorted. "As if you don't know. Or what? Did your Master forget to supply the names of people you're kidnapping? Not important enough to share the details, huh? What a shame. Tell him to go fuck himself when he shows up, because I'm not bloody staying."
As if on cue, the lift dinged and opened.
However, Harry wasn't expecting anyone to be inside the bloody thing, and he certainly didn't expect to be suddenly grabbed and held down, as something was stabbed into his neck.
Oh shit-
"Wha- let go of me- you filthy- nno-"
Harry tried to fight, he tried to curse those bastards, and stay awake, but the darkness was unforgiving and all-consuming.
He was gone within seconds.
The last thing Harry felt was strong arms catching him as he fell.