Harry's POV

I stood from where I sat on the ground. Really just taking in what had just happened.

Did he just give up? That doesn't seem right.
Voldemort wouldn't just give up like that. It's not in his nature.

I knew this wasn't over, but what could he be plotting?

Is he bringing his other death eaters?

My breathing hitched as pain overtook my head.
I groaned as I collapsed to the floor for the millionth time that night.

A pressure like none other appeared. Voldemort. I knew he wasn't finished with me.

I was battling Voldemort for my mind. He was clawing his way inside and I couldn't seem to stop him.

Everytime I pushed him back, he only shoved himself further into my head, breaking down all the walls that already were unstable.

But I couldn't let him control my mind. I pushed back even harder. I shoved and pushed, hoping to kick him out, but he was too strong.

He managed to get inside. My head pounded and it felt like my whole body was on fire.

"You've lost, old man." A voice so similar to mine left my mouth, but it wasn't mine. It wasn't me.

Dumbledore fell to his knees in front of me. A pleading and worried look in his eyes.

I yelled out in pain as Voldemort tortured me from the inside.

Visions flew past me.

My mother dying, Cedric's corpse, the face of a dementor coming closer to me, my uncle's abuse, my suicide attempt.

No. No! I can't let him do this to me, but having an internal battle is a lot more difficult than you would expect.

I'm too weak to do anything. I can't block him out. He just keeps pushing these memories, these terrible memories at me.

I grunted out in pain, still fighting, but slowly giving up.

This is Voldemort we're talking about. The darkest wizard to live and I'm just a fifteen year old boy. How could I ever hope to stop him?

"Harry." I heard Dumbledore's voice. It sounded distant, but I knew he was beside me.

I fought Voldemort in hopes of hearing Dumbledore's words, but Voldemort just kept fighting me back.

I could hear him though. I could hear exactly what Dumbledore was saying, it just took every fiber in my body to focus on him.

"Harry." I heard again.

More memories passed through my eyes. Arthur's bloodied and mangled form. Draco's cold and lifeless body, his eyes closed. His breath gone and non-existent.

"So weak." This time Voldemort's voice rang in my head. Visions of all the times Voldemort got inside my head passed through me, proving his statement. Proving just how weak I am.

He's right. I couldn't even protect the ones I care about. I couldn't do anything. I'm nothing. I'm useless.

"So vulnerable." He said. Then, I saw myself gazing into a mirror.
It looked like me for a moment, but as I stared longer, it turned into something that wasn't me at all, yet it was still me.

It was Voldemort. I had become Voldemort. I tried looking away from the mirror, but a voice so loud and authoritative stopped me. "Look at me."

I grunted out in pain once again as the vision finally faded.

I'm losing. I don't know how much longer I can fight him. I can't beat him.

"Harry. It isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not." Dumbledore's voice reverberated inside my head.

How I am not?

Voldemort pushed harder.

I couldn't keep up. I'm drowning inside my own head.

"Harry." His voice was only a whisper now.

The strength left my body. My walls had shattered. I had shattered. There's nothing left of me except for a shell. Voldemort won. I'm nothing more than a doll in this world, waiting for my life to be taken from me.

The sound of faint footsteps clinged in my head.

My gaze followed the sound, but everything was just too blurry for me to truly make out who it was.

"Harry!" A voice echoed in my lost mind.
A warm hand held my cheek, another gripped at my shoulder.

"Draco, I don't think that's the best idea." I heard the voice of my Godfather.

"I don't care!"

Draco? No, it couldn't be.

"Harry, please. Fight him. You can do it. You're stronger than him. Please, come back to me. " His voice is unmistakable. It had to be Draco.

He's alive. He's not really dead!

My blurry vision focused and I could see his piercing grey eyes. Bright, wide awake, yet brimming with tears.

I looked over his shoulder.

There stood Hermione, Ron, Sirius, and other order members. They're all ok. No one's dead.

My friends, my family, the one I love. They're alive.

I can't give up on them. If I do, then Voldemort wins and they all will die.

I won't let that happen.

Memories flashed past my eyes again, but this time they were different.
Hermione hugging me, my mom's and dad's smile, being with Sirius. Ron, Hermione, and I laughing outside in the snow, the three of us spending so much time together as best friends and as a family. Draco holding me when I had nightmares, our first kiss, the hours spent laughing with each other while trying to get homework done. Christmas at Sirius' and so many more memories.

Realization hit me. Even though Sirius said that the prophecy is the one thing Voldemort never had the last time, it's not entirely true. There's something else he's missing and with his greed filled heart, he will never reach it.

"You're the weak one." I said. My minds walls building back up, blocking Voldemort out. "And you'll never know love, or friendship." Voldemort stayed silent. The pressure in my head disappeared slightly. "And I feel sorry for you."

The memories Voldemort showed me seemed to hit a rewind button
I was living them again. Voldemort wants me to suffer. He thinks that using the memories of the past will break me.

In a way, he was right, but what I feel for my friends, my family, and my boyfriend will always bring back my senses and remind me that I'm not alone and that in order to be happy, I have to feel pain too.

He fought tooth and nail. He tried to tear down my walls again, but I'm not going to let him.

I fell back, Draco's touch leaving me. I craved for nothing more than to have it back, but I knew that I had to fight Voldemort off first before I could be back in Draco's embrace.

I grunted in pain as I fought him harder. Harder than he could imagine.

Then, the world around me seemed to grow still.

I breathed heavily. He finally left my mind and I felt at ease with him gone. He no longer has control over me.

Voldemort stood above me. A weak smile plastered on his face, but still malevolent nonetheless.
"You're a fool, Harry Potter." He said to me. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. Time literally seemed to have stopped. "And you will lose, everything."

The sound of a fire whooshing stopped Voldemort in his tracks and he looked away from me.

My eyes flickered to where he was looking and saw ministry officials coming into the room through the many fireplaces. This included the minister, who stopped dead in his tracks at the sheer look of Voldemort. Finally coming to terms that he's alive.

Voldemort vanished, knowing his secret is out and that he couldn't fight all of the ministry on his own.

"He's back." I heard Fudge whisper more to himself than anyone.

My gaze left the minister and landed on Draco. Tears flowed down his face. His eyes were red and puffy. His hair was messed up and his clothes were dirty and ruffled.

"Draco." I whispered. My voice trembled.

Draco scooted over to where I laid. He gripped the front of my clothes tightly and yanked me towards him.

"I thought I told you that you weren't allowed to scare me like that again." He shouted, his voice cracking as he gripped me tighter.

I threw my arms around him and buried my head in the crook of his neck. "I thought you were dead." I whispered, tears now flowing down my face and soaking his neck.

"I'm not dead. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

I pulled away from him.

"But you were dead! I saw you! Bellatrix hit you with that spell and you no longer were moving or even breathing."

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Harry. I would never allow it."

"How did you survive?"

"Looks like my Protego spell worked well enough. Bellatrix didn't use the killing curse so it couldn't break through my spell. It kinda just knocked me unconscious." He explained to me.

"Mr. Potter." Draco's and I's conversation got interrupted.
My gaze fell on the minister. "I owe you and Dumbledore an apology. You both were right about Voldemort returning and I didn't believe you when I should have. I also made a mockery of the two of you to the wizarding community and I feel even worse about that. I'm sorry that I didn't trust your words."

I didn't feel like forgiving the minister, but at least he's apologizing. "It's fine." I said simply.

"Harry!" I then turned to find Sirius gazing at me. He smiled brightly at me. "I think we all need some time to talk and recover from what's happened. How about we all go back to my place for the time being and I'll have tea prepared."

"Sirius Black!" Fudge called out.

My face fell and anger flooded me. "If you even think about arresting Sirius on false accusations, I'll make sure the wizarding world knows more about the things you've done and your reputation will be so destroyed no one will ever look at you for the next decade." I threatened.

Fudge looked at me hesitant before nodding his head and shutting up.

He's already gonna be made a laughing stock after this gets out. I doubt he wants more of a reason.

"That's a good idea, Sirius." Dumbledore said.

We all got up and left the ministry for
12 Grimmauld Place.