Hello, lovely readers. This is obviously a story about Harry and "Voldy" maybe including a few other characters (not sure yet). The war is not yet over but Voldemort has heard of the deathly hallows and has gotten the invisibility cloak and the elder wand. All he needs is the resurrection stone to make him "master of Death". His horcruxs (the snake, the goblet, the locket and of course Harry) are still intact. If Voldemort unites all three deathly hallows than he truly will become immortal, for nothing will get rid of his horcruxes. Nothing that Harry knows of.
HARRY POV
Harry was kneeling upon the cold, cruel stone floor, looking defiantly into the blood-red eyes of his greatest enemy. Voldemort. "I don't have it", said Harry with as much contempt as he could muster in his tied-up, weakened state. Harry had been tortured for god knows howmany hours but not once was a sound heard from between his cracked lips. Thus, his voice sounded hoarse from the relentless silence which had been broken only by Voldemort's occasional cackles and that one whispered question. Where is it?
VOLDEMORT POV
Voldemort was nearing the end of his already- limited patience. Why the hell is this midget boy SO infuriating? Can he not just tell me where the resurrection stone is? Does he want to make life even harder for himself? He looked into Harry's emerald, hate filled eyes. Yes, yes he does. Voldemort had spent hours and hours trying to find the location of the resurrection stone, with the Cruciatus curse, occlumency, death threats, the lot. He couldn't give him veriteserum because he didn't have any with him and nor did he have the supplies or the patience to make some more. It would just take too long. Now, Voldemort thought of a different approach to get his question answered, something which would ensure Harry giving the proper answer to his desperate question. He smiled dangerously at Harry, with a red gleam in his eye.
HARRY POV
While Voldemort was thinking, Harry was trying to think of an escape. He would not allow Voldemort to get the last of the deathly hallows. Life as he knew it would be no more. As he was thinking, Voldemort looked at him for a moment, contemplating him, than looked away again. What is he thinking? What is he going to do next? Then, suddenly, Voldemort looked at him again but there was an ominous smile (more of a sneer) on his wretched face with a red gleam in his eyes that sent a shiver down Harry's spine. What is he going to do?
This is my first fanfic EVER! so PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEE go easy on me. Thanks! :)