There are no sounds as he is quiet and swift. I knew he would come for me. As soon as I'd stopped running, Potter would have his revenge. No escape, no mercy.
We lock eyes, his gaze does not falter for a moment. "You", he says. His voice is full of contempt and his pose reeks of controlled anger. "Potter" I great him, I even manage the familiar smirk.
"Keep your hands where I can see them. Do not make any move" He still looks me in the eye and his voice comes out contorted. "My oh my Potter, you never seem to learn. Even now you still cannot control your anger. I thought that, at least after the", I pause to further putt pressure behind my words; always a sucker for bravado, "unfortunate death of your godfather, would learn". I hit a spot, his wand sends out sparkles. "Shut up", he screams and know his eyes look wild and vicious. "Shut the hell up!" This could be the moment. People are always more careless when angry, and if you are just quick enough, you can surprise them. The stool next to him; I could dash out and grab it. Send it smashing over his head in one desperate last attempt. But I don't. This is his move and I am the pawn about to be crushed.
Bitterness left me along time ago. When the second war started, I knew that there was no way in hell that I was going to make it out of this one. It was just a question of time. "Why did you kill him? Tell me, I want to hear you say it". The shack remains quiet and so does the street. I chose my place well. "And what if I don't? What are you going to do? Torture me"? I laugh at him, a hard, cold laugh I picked up as an integrator for the Dark Lord; designed to put fear into mans' hearts.
His fist comes smashing in my face and my nose gives in. A familiar streak of warm blood and white, hot pain hits me. Fucking shit, the boy was strong. Had he lost it already? "You killed my parents. It was you who revealed the prophecy to Voldermort. I am right in killing you. Bastard"! He lifts his arm and puts the wand against my temple. Memories flashes through my brain; the last beer I had, the last woman I fucked. Even the last fucking potion I made; Goddamn wolfsbane. Remus Lupin, I hope you are honoured.
It feels like minutes, but it has only passed some seconds; too many if he really was serious about murdering me. I open my eyes, couldn't even remember closing them. A quick word and I am bound. His other hand takes out something out of his pockets, a small flask containing some sort of fluid. "Do you know what this is?" He waves the flask in front of my face and gives it a little shake, much in the same manner I once did. "Verifaserum", I answer. A smile cracks his face."10 points for Slytherin", he says and, still wearing the smile, grabs the hold of my face. The fluid stings on the way down, but it is quality work: probably Granger's.
Soon I will be talking and everything will be revealed. At least everything he wants to know.
My mind clouds and I am painfully aware that this will be my last moments in complete consciousness. However expected this was, knowing you are about to die leaves a certain fear. He still looks at me but this time with wide eyes. I realize that he is scared. It is still hope. "What is your name?"
"Not yet, Potter. The potion is not fully working yet." True, at least for a few seconds more. Then I will have no choice. He looks like his father, but he has his mother's eyes. Lily's eyes.