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A man lay his feet, his agonised screams filling the night. Voldemort stood calmly above him his pale skin appearing ghostly in the moon light. Death Eaters formed the rest of the circle surrounding the doomed man in the forest clearing.
The Dark lord did not respond to any of the man's pleas in the brief respites of torture, he remained silent as each Death Eater tormented him in turn.
"You disgusting piece of filth, you are not fit to kiss the dirt where my master walks!" Bellatrix shrieked, "You tried to lock us away in Azkaban, to sell us all to the ministry!"
"No, n-n-n-no. I n-never-" the … stuttered out a denial.
"Did you forget Karkaroff? Did you forget?" Voldemort hissed and the Death Eaters stopped their taunts immediately.
"Did you forget that you sold your soul to me? I've come to collect." He waved a hand at the trees in a summoning gesture and a wraith creature floated toward the group. The Death Eaters stepped back from the dementor as it swooped upon the traitor and forced his mouth open.
Harry bit down on his pillow to stop himself crying out from the pain in his scar. He lay shivering as the pain became more bearable and tried not to be sick as he saw fresh in his mind, the soul being sucked out of the former Durmstrang headmaster.
He rolled over and looked at his bedside table. The glowing digits on the clock told him that it was nearly 3am. He groaned and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stood slowly and made his way over to the desk under the window sill. He sat at the rickety chair, leaning his elbow on the desk and his head in his hand he stared out at the dormant street of Privet Drive. He sat for almost an hour such, his scar still prickling painfully though Harry tried to ignore it.
It hadn't felt like a dream; he had plenty of nightmares this summer. It was real. A vision. Harry felt bile rise in his throat as he remembered the sensation of being Voldemort. It had only been a minute or two but he felt like he'd never be clean again, like some taint from Voldemort's mind was tainting him, like a poison spreading through his blood…
He picked up a quill and unfolded a piece of parchment in front of him. It was a letter he had already written to send to Hermione, Ron and Sirius, who according to their letters were all staying together along with the rest of the Weasleys and several others. This was about the only information the letters contained however as none of them would tell Harry what they were doing, where they were or anything that was going on. Harry was becoming increasingly frustrated and angry with every vague and uninformative reply he received in response to his pleas.
He re read his letter and paused after reading the end "everything's fine here, Harry". Dipping his quill in ink he added "P.S. Tonight I had this kind of strange dream thing and I saw Voldemort kill Karkaroff, I'm pretty sure it was real, thought you'd want to know.
P.P.S. TELL ME WHATS GOING ON"
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