No Heroes (смешанная)

"Harry Potter is mine."
 
Voldemort took a graceful step forward, the air around him clinging close and darkening as if he had called the shadows to accompany him. "Mine to harm," he continued, his voice a soft. "Mine to conquer. Mine to defeat. Mine to torture. Mine... to kill."
Red eyes bore into green, staring intently as if peering into his very soul.
"And mine..." His magic brushed against Harry, nearly suffocating with its potency, choking him and binding him all at once, marking him for a fate he never wanted. "... to decide when to kill." 
Harry returned from the graveyard to a world drunk on lies and fear only to be taken prisoner by Voldemort right from under Dumbledore's nose. One month wasting away in captivity left him empty, haunted by the deaths of those stolen from him.
Until everything changes, when Harry gains the Dark Lord's interest and is set free of his prison. When he is entered into an altogether different fight - one in which he must finally choose what he really wants.

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