Voldemort cackled as he cast the Unforgivable Curse over Hermoine and Ron.
They were now under the Imperius Charm. Harry was left alone, tied to the only chair in the room.
"Hermoine get some pliers!" ordered the eerie voice of Voldemort.
Hermoine did as she was told, and held the pliers that was magicked from the air.
Voldemort nodded his head in approval.
"Now pluck Harry's teeth, one by one until he has no teeth to lie through." Voldemort sneered.
Harry began to panic.
"NOOOO, HERMOINE! I'm your friend! Remember! Don't do it! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" Roared Harry in anguish.
Hermoine, who was deaf to Harry's plea's, walked steadily across the room to Harry. Pliers in her hands, ready for some vigorous actions.
Each step that Hermoine took, was a stab in Harry's heart. There was no way out for him. He was doomed.
Hermoine was now just an inch away from Harry. Her face was a blank expression, almost as though her soul was sucked out of her.
Harry who was desperate not to be left toothless, kicked Hermoine down with all his strength.
"Awww..." drawled Voldemort, "Little Harry has to resort to violence? Tut, tut. Now that's not the way to go, is it Harry?" Voldemort said in a sickenly sweet voice.
Voldemort uttered a spell, in which more ropes bounded Harry to the chair. Harry drew in his breath sharply, as the ropes dug in between his ribs.
CRACK. Sounds like Harry is one rib down.
Voldemort uttered a spell, in which even more ropes bounded Harry to the chair.
CRACK. Sounds like Harry is two ribs down.
Harry did not make a sound as the ropes cutted into him. He would not give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
But Harry had another bigger worry. Hermoine was now fully functioning again, as she rose from the ground with the sharp implement.
Voldemort uttered another spell, which forced Harry's mouth to open widely, and forbidded Harry to make a sound.
Hermoine placed the pliers inside Harry's mouth, where he was stifling his screams. The pliers clamped around Harry's front tooth.
And pulled.
A shot of burning pain from his mouth, flew to the brain as the pain exploded. Blood gushed out of Harry's mouth, his eyes widened in horror as there was no way to stem the flow.
"What's the matter Harry? Want your mummy? Too bad, that she is dead! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Voldemort laughed with extreme pleasure.
Voldemort,
