Apparating away from Voldemort turned out to be more of a challenge than you liked to admit. It felt as though you were ripped into two and your usual Appiriation which was still silence appeared with a loud crack. You had no idea where you were, "You can't run now my dear, no matter where you go I'll be there..." Voldemort softly chuckled in your ear.

You recoiled in shock, "I-I thought I had Apparated!" You gasped in shock.

Voldemort gave another chuckle, "Apparated? I presumed your Appiriations are usually silent? could you be loosing your strengths?" Voldemort mockingly asked.

"N-No, You blocked it... How?" You said fearfully.

"I never had made the mistake of Underestimating you... my dear, but you on the other hand have a tendency to underestimate me... but still." He softly hissed, "I blocked it very easily... remember when we brewed the Nexus back in your sixth year? memorable experience may I say? You enjoyed the time we spent together.... But at the last part we needed your blood a tiny drop to add the last ingredient and there it was blood bounded and I could use it against you... don't try to Apparate for you'll only hurt yourself... more." He leaned down and stroked your cheek.

You moved away from his touch, "Remember one more thing your mine... and anyone dares to say otherwise... enters there rightful fate." You shuddered uncomfortably at his words. The way he touched you, the way he spoke to you, the way he was trying to claim you as in a object.

Made you withdraw from him, the time you brewed the potion with him, the time was long gone when he surprised you with unexpected roses, and sweet letters and how carefully and gentle he'd be with you in your fifth year, as though you may break. You didn't see an ounce of that small humanity left with in his eyes.

His eyes glowed red, with greed and obsession nowadays.

"We will go now, get up Y/n!" He angrily said.

"Why? are you trapping me? why are you being so... cruel?" You asked tears at the brick, he gave you an cruel merciless laugh.

"What did you think? surely you didn't expect me to love you?... or did you? I can't love my dear, but your mine."

"I'll never ever be yours! ever! look at yourself, this is greatness is it?" You asked angry tears spilling. He flung his arms around your neck and slowly chocked you.

"I would be very careful on what you say to me Black! and yes, this is greatness."

"Your really content having me chained?"

"Till you pledge your alliance to me."

"Forget it Riddle."

A truly evil, smile spread across his lips he threw you on to the floor you lay gasping. You couldn't catch your breath because you were hit with it the... cruciatus curse. Voldemort laughed seeing you wither in pain.

You weren't crying because of the pain, you were crying because of the betrayal of his words, how he was taunting you. And hurting you!

The memories flashed in front of your eyes, again and again. How he crucio'd Bellatrix for throwing the knife at you, how he'd never let his death eaters insult you, it just looked to good to be true. He didn't stop the curse until everything went black.

Harry woke up startled facing a worried Hermione, and Ron Harry shook violently at what he just saw, "Harry you saw him again didn't you! you really had to learn your Occlumency Harry!" Hermione scolded.

Harry scowled, "I don't care alright? not of that!" Hermione flinched at the intensity of His voice, "Y/n Voldemort has her.... and... he's not talking to her he's... torturing her!"

Hermione and Ron stepped back in surprise, "W-what? b-but I thought he loved her?" Hermione protested.

"Me to... but, Dumbledore told me this would happen... when Y/n went away Voldemort must've felt betrayed and he's having his revenge."

"On someone who will be the only person to love him?!" Ron asked with anger.

"Yeah, Y/n loves him she still does!" Harry said loudly.

"Oh my god!" Hermione said falling to her knees, "What do we do now?"

"We get to Hogwarts, All the Hocruxes are destroyed the broken pieces in Y/n's satchel let's go. I need to have a word with our 'head master'." Harry seethed.

You regained your senses with the cold, the snow hung so thick it was difficult to see or breath. For a moment you expected to be thrown on to a large comfortable bed. Where your family would be there, and Tom speaking to you... with the human.

All you met was with a brick pavement where each part of you was bleeding you felt so weak, you can't apparate, no where to run. Was the words which rang through your head. Your stomach softly grumbled.

A mad cackling laughter sent shivers and fear up your spine, till you pretended to be still passed out, and to your horror you herd Bellatrix's voice.

"My lord this is such an prestige! I'll make sure the girl won't ever try to stand up!"

Voldemort glanced at you where you lay cheeks pink with cold, and bloodied for a moment he wanted to take you away and keep you warm. Then the harsh memories of the betrayal flooded in how you simply left him. He clicked his tongue and harshly grabbed you steadying you, You wobbled, "Your awake. Bella take care of her."

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Three days and you were prone to the dungeons Voldemort would arrive in the evening and give you food and heal your scars just so that he could watch you in pain. Bellatrix hit you again and again. With pleasure her smirks from a mile away.

Often times you would look at the locket of Slytherin and try to drop the potion inside it. You would cry miserably when you would do that one part of you wanted to stab the knife and get it over with, but you had to live for your family and friends.

That was the only thing that kept you going on.

Voldemort herd your soft whispers of misery. He closed his eyes, finally acknowledging the twinge in his heart. On what he was doing to you, he knew what you felt you wanted it done.

She deserves it. He said to himself.

He herd another scream from you, and this time it was to much to take it. He clenched his jaw.

"Bella it's enough right now, I think she's learnt her lesson." Voldemort hissed, Bellatrix stopped the curse.

"But my lord, don't you want to watch?"

"Bella, leave me to her." Voldemort demanded. Bellatrix bowed and left. Voldemort got down and pulled you away gently feeling conflicted he lay you face down and for the first time began examining your injuries, it was severe. You were barely breathing. "Try to breath I'll get you some help." He softly said with some guilt.

"Or maybe.. you can torture me more, since you won't... slit my throat and You love the misery and I can perish here." You said dismissing his idea. He turned to you. He noticed you weren't being sarcastic you meant it, he saw the sadness in your voice.

"Y/n?" He softly called, there was no reply. "Y/n?" He called louder this time, "Y/n?" when he didn't see any reply he checked you.

You were cold, very pale, he reached your wrists and then froze. His hands shook for a moment before he dropped it.

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Snape cried heavily trying to reach for the potions, and muttering every healing spell he knew. But, it was of no use you laid still, motionless... dead!

He sobbed heavily stroking your hair, "Oh my dear, I'm sorry, I should've protected you! this wasn't supposed to happen, what will I do now?" He begged.

Voldemort appeared in a mist, and seeing his most loyal death eater on the ground, "So?" Voldemort asked a little regretfully.

"Dead, she's dead. Lifeless." Severus announced rashly. "You killed her!"

"Did the potions not work?" Voldemort asked emotionlessly.

"Dead she is, she's gone! I couldn't repair the scars, and injuries in time.

Severus had to go and tell the order members. And Sirius shocked and heart broken curled up and heavily sobbed.

He broke down, "Y/n's d-dead?"

"I'm sorry. She is." Severus said disappearing.

"No No! No!"

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Voldemort wasn't all emotionless he felt regret, and remorse more than ever. He couldn't carry out his plan. Nothing he felt nothing.