"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" I ask. I hope that the boy has. It will make this night all the more fun, seeing him struggle against me, fighting with all his strength. Alas it will not be enough to defeat me. I wait a moment as the boy stares at me through the darkness. Locking eyes with him I break the silence, "We bow to each other, Harry." I bend slightly, never letting my eyes leave the boy. He does not bow back. The boy has courage, I admire that, but courage will not save his life. "Come, the niceties must be observed… Dumbledore would like you to show manners... bow to death Harry…" I hear laughter come from the cloaked figures around us, but the boy still does not bow. I will not let him disrespect me before he dies. He will bow to me. "I said, bow!" Raising my wand, I cast the Imperius curse upon the boy, and to my great satisfaction, he slowly tilts forwards. I take pleasure in the grimace on the boy's face as the Death Eaters laugh at him. I smile at him, "Very good. And now you face me, like a man… straight-backed and proud, the way your father died…" I see anger flicker on the boy's face. Good, he wants me dead. But I will not be the one to die tonight. "And now – we duel."
Before the boy has a chance to move I lift my wand and shout, "CRUCIO!" He drops to the floor in a flash, screaming, and writhing. The only other sound I can hear is my own laugh reverberating in my ears. I let it go on for a moment longer. I had to suffer for 13 years, as something less than a man, waiting for this moment. I'm not going to get it over with that quickly. I raise my wand and the boy inhales sharply as the curse lifts. He tries to stand but he's shaking so fiercely that he struggles to rise. Malfoy and McNair grab the boy under his armpits and haul him onto his feet before shoving him roughly in my direction. He raises his head and stares defiantly at me with his familiar green eyes. "A little break," I say, struggling to keep the excitement from my voice. Tonight is the night. I am going to break Harry Potter. He may be able to look me straight in the face now, but when I am done with him, he will hang his head and beg for a quick death. "That hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"
The boy continues to look straight into my eyes. He has no intention of answering, but he is foolish. I will make him pay. "I asked you whether you want me to do that again? Answer me! IMPERIO!"