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Another tall figure, clad only in black robes, came to view, he was wearing a silver skull mask across his face, his hair looked greasy and the man's scent smelled familiar to Harry. That's when it hit him, the only person he knew that was a professor at Hogwarts who knew all of his students that had greasy hair like that and was also dark enough to join Voldemort was the Potion Master, Prof. Snape. Harry grinned his teeth and growled at the traitor before him, he knew Prof. Snape was a git but, never knew the man that Dumbledore trusted would ever be a Death Eater.
Prof. Snape only sneered at him, even though the man didn't know he was Harry, he still hated Gryffindors which made him the worse teacher for everyone besides the Slytherins. Harry began to struggle against his bonds but, remembered that Voldemort's grip was in his hair. he stared at those dark eyes that were his professor, making sure the man heard him growl as if he would attack if he touched him.
"Well, Severus," Voldemort stated. "Remove his mask and tell me who he is."
"Yes, my lord."
Prof. Snape then moved his hand on the back Harry's head, undoing the ties of the mask. Snape the blinded his eyes while gripping mask tightly, slowly, almost dramatically, removed his mask. His expression went from a sneer to a hilarious looking shocking face, discovering who it really was. Harry snarled at him.
"P-Potter!" Snape exclaimed in a choked voice. This gave Harry time to spit at Prof. Snape's face who then fell backwards off the table. Everyone began to stand up, shocking to find out it was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was the assassin. But not Voldemort, he was just surprised. He looked into Harry's emerald eyes, gripping his hair once more tightly as some of the Death Eaters were all chattering in utter confusion, some helping Snape off the ground, who was wiping Harry's spit off of his face.
"You fucking traitor!" Harry yelled towards Snape. "Dumbledore trusted you, you bloody fucking bastard! You piece of an excuse for a human being!"
"Well, aren't you a cranky kitty cat," Voldemort stated, as he was chuckling at the angry boy. "Sad that Prof. Snape can't help Dumbledore's pet, sad that the old man was just a fool?"
"I'm not a fucking cat, you fucking snake as bitch!"
Harry was then slapped hard across the face, everyone then became silent, only the smacking sound echoing the room. Everyone stared at Harry and Voldemort, more were shocked at Harry's comment and others flinched as the Dark Lord slapped Harry across the face. "Well, Potter, he was only an old fool after all," Snape commented with a sneer.
This made Harry growl with frustration, then he magically untied, to Voldemort's horror and jumped towards Snape. He grabbed Snape in a choke hold with one hand, pulling out the hidden knife from his sleeve at his neck. Snape was now scared but, retorted, "You wouldn't dare kill, not the Golden Boy."
This just made Harry laugh madly. "So, who do you think kill Macnair? I have killed many important and none important people, I won't hesitate. So, Prof. Snape, give me one excuse to let your pathetic soul live?"
"Because he belongs to me," Voldemort answered, Harry turning to look into the ruby eyes. "And the fact you're surrounded by Death Eaters that could flick your knife out of your hand, I wouldn't want a precious little cat get a scratch on him, huh?"
"I'm not a bloody cat!" Harry snarled out. "Because I'm from the house of lions; where courage and bravery lies, doesn't mean I'm some little cat! Mocking people will get you killed."
"And killing one person, while you're surrounded by multiple of people will either get you hurt or killed," Voldemort commented back. "After all, only little kittens make such a mistakes. Trying to be brave when reality, you're just a mere child." He crossed to Harry, who then gripped his wrist, squeezing his pressure point, which made the blade drop from Harry's grip. He was then pulled to the side, Harry struggled against Voldemort's light, but strong grip. But, for some reason he felt his energy being drain as he struggled, he started to scream and yank at the grip as he was dragged behind Voldemort. "Like I said, you're just a little kitten, untamed and young like a child. Struggling won't get you anywhere Mr. Potter, so you might as well stop now."
Something deep down told Harry to run, get out of there! He couldn't he was small and weak against a bunch of powerful wizards who could easily kill him. His heart began to race and he became desperate to escape making him struggle even more. Fear and panic, he had never felt this kind of fear since the Chamber of Secret incident, not since the lost of Ginny. But, Voldemort only chuckled at the struggling boy, pulling him onto his lap, who was trying to escape the his power, his strength.
"Now, little kitten," Voldemort stated, as calmly as he could sound. "I'm not going to hurt you. If you're quiet and hold still, allowing me to explain what's going to happen that is. Cooperation will keep you alive."
"Stop calling a fucking cat!"
This made Voldemort tsk in disapproval. "Such foul language for a mere child. You need to learn your lesson about foul language… allow me to demonstrate. Accio knife." The knife came into Voldemort's grasp, pulling on of Harry's sleeves, which showed cream colored skin, putting a knife at Harry's arm. "Four cuts for your language but, to add my own little medicine… to this punishment." Snape, whose face was covered a some blood stain pulled out a vial, pouring the horrible smell of whatever it was, onto the knife, spreading it across the blade. "Hold his shoulder for me, Severus, I want him to be still for this."
"Yes, my lord."
Severus was now behind Harry, hold him in place as Voldemort had one hand holding Harry's bare arm out and the other with the knife. "Now, every little critter needs to learn a lesson, such as a bad mouth." He began to cut Harry, who was whimpering and shaking as the knife went through his skin. As the potion and blade cut through, Harry cried out in pain. The potion, as what he could feel, was poisoning him in some way. The cut from the knife was very deep, which real hurt as Voldemort cut in slowly. "So, are you Raven Shadow, the one who killed Macnair?"
With no control of his mouth, Harry answered, "Yes."
As the knife began to make another cut, which he screamed and tried to pull away, unsuccessfully, Voldemort continue to question him. "If you're the notorious Raven Shadow, how long have you been assassinating people for?"
Harry tried to make himself not talk, he was struggling but, almost became successful until the knife pricked another clean skin, cutting slowly, which gave out another scream from him. "Answer the question, Harry, don't struggle when you won't win."
"I-I have been-been an assassin since I was nine years old!" Harry answered, trying to shut his mouth. "I have been trained to kill people who I'm assign to; the people I kill usually work for the Government in the Muggle World, or I kill those that are cruel people in general. I can assassinate anyone I see that displeases me or are people against us."
"Which why you went on the hunt for me?"
"Yes," Harry bit out.
"Why did you join this gang? Weren't you spoiled at home, like some prince?" Voldemort asked, as he continued to cut the final fourth cut, but slower than the first three cuts. Harry gulped down his scream, he wasn't going to give Voldemort the pleasure of him ranting on about his secret life as a gang member. He also didn't want to talk about his childhood life with the man who caused his childhood to be miserable. Why did he want to know was beyond Harry and he won't say a word any further. "Now, Harry, I have thing where people don't answer my questions thoroughly when I demand to know. If you don't answer me now, then worse things than death will come upon you right at this moment." Voldemort said into Harry's right ear.
Harry only laughed. "I guess you have to torture me further, because I'm not going to talk to about my childhood with the one who created my childhood. And secondly, if I told you because I didn't want to feel anymore pain, you're out of luck. What kind of an assassin would I be if I allow fear to make me speak the truth? I was trained to suffer and make sacrifices for me gang, even if it means I die here and now." Turned to face Voldemort face. "So, Tom bring me your worse." And spat at him.
This enraged the Dark Lord, he then took the knife and began slashing more scars on his arm, slow and painful. Harry began to scream in pain, tears streaking down as the pain became unbearable. "How dare you?" Voldemort sneered. "How dare you spit in my face and try to make me sound like I'm nothing compared to the real world?! I'm your worst nightmare, a living hell compare to the life you lived out there! I don't let people die until I feel like it's okay for them to die; because death is just another easy way of escaping and I won't let my toy escape! Now answer my questions or I'll force it out of your mind!"
Harry then laughed maniacally and cried all together; crying because of the pain and laughed because Voldemort doesn't know him and will never know. This anger Voldemort more, making sure every cut was deeper and more painful than the others before the new one. Everyone around the room began to back off a bit but, watched in awe as the Boy-Who-Lived continue to deny Voldemort answers. Snape on the other hand wanted this to stop, if the Dark Lord continued to go on a rampage like this, boy would surely die from blood lost, he needed to act now.
"My lord…"
Voldemort stopped and stared into the black eyes of Snape with his blood hellish red eyes, full rage and hate. "You dare stop me from my torturing!?"
"My lord! If you continue to torture him at this rate, you will only give him easy access to death! Like you said, 'Death is another easy way of escaping and I won't let my toy escape!'. The way you keep going, you're surely going to kill him!" Snape yelled, just to make sense into the Dark Lord. He might be afraid of him but, not to stop him from making stupid decisions such as the one he will do now if he doesn't stop.
Voldemort then looked at the boy on his lap, his arm stretched out, covered in blood and cuts. Harry's face was hidden in the shadows of his messy black hair, his breathing became shallow. You could hear small whimpers from the pain he was enduring from the deep wounded cut marks. Voldemort turned to Snape and said, "Yes… Thank you for stopping me. After all, as everyone knows, I don't tell lies, only the truth." He let the boy's arm drop and threw the knife across the table away from him and the boy, just incase Harry tried to reach for it. He stared at his followers and the his people in the inner circle, everyone standing straight, paled in fear about what they had witnessed. "I'm a powerful Dark Lord and will be respected as such. This boy will learn in good time. For now, he has face his punishment and that is that. You all may leave the meeting now, until I call for the next one. Good evening."
This was their cue to leave and everyone quickly but, quietly left the room. "Except you Snape and Lucius, come here to me now." When everyone finally left, both men walked towards their master. "Severus, I need some of your healing salve and some Blood Replenishing potions. Lucius, fetch some bandages in the medicine cabinet in my study. I won't allow the boy die because of my anger. After all, only you two know my actual purpose for this boy."
They both left the room quickly to get the gathering supplies. Voldemort then summoned a House Elf to go get a glass of water, who then came back in two second flat. He took a cloth from his robes and began washing the wounds on the boy's arm, lightly so not to make the boy feel discomfort. But, Harry only stared blankly at the wounds in front of him, just staring trying not move because he felt very dizzy and nauseous from the blood lost. He wanted to die, not be a prisoner to the man who killed his parents, who ruined his entire childhood. Harry just hated him more and more as he watched Voldemort clean his wounds, clear the blood.
After Voldemort washed off the old blood, both of of the men came back with the necessary supplies. Voldemort then grabbed the healing salve and began to rub the wounds, Harry flinched as he felt the sizzling sensation on his deep cuts, healing it. Then a cotton blanket was covered over and Voldemort began to wrapped his arm with the bandages. Harry only stared, as if his soul wasn't there anymore, as if he was only a doll who couldn't move. "Drink this," Voldemort told Harry. "This will help you. If you refuse, I will force it down your throat."
Harry didn't respond, only shrugged at Voldemort statement, as if he didn't care what Voldemort did next. He felt his head being forced back with a glass vial held to his lips, his jaws were pried opened and the liquid of the potion went into his mouth. Harry numbly swallowed the substance, soon he felt very sleepy. The pain and the lack of energy was becoming too much to bare, his head laid onto Voldemort's shoulder as he couldn't see or feel no more, as the dark sleep claimed him.
