~Tears~

Chapter 2

By:Ashie

James sat in the Potions dungeon. He didn't enjoy the darkness or the cold, but he got along with the Potion's master quite well. He was sitting in one of the desks, day-dreaming. He knew the Potion's master better than most people, and was wondering if he should risk asking who Voldemort was. He decided to try.

"Professor Snape, sir? Do you know who Voldemort is?" James said quietley, as if the Professor might explode with fear and anger like his mother had the night before. Snape dropped his quill and stared at him as if he was insane. He turned pale and stood up from his chair, walking over to James. Snape stood before him, giving him an angry stare, mixed with confusion and horror.

"And where did you here of that name, Mr. Potter?" Snape snarled, causing James to flinch.

"I heard Voldemort from my mum and dad arguing last night. Dad ended up putting a soundproof charm on my door. Mum screamed when I said the name. And told me never to say it again. They wouldn't tell me who it is though. Do you know, sir?" James asked again. Snape shook his head.

"Smart thing your father putting a charm on the door, surprisingly enough." Snape said, and raised an eyebrow when James scowled. James hated it that his dad and Professore Snape always held a grudge against one another. "But yes, James, I do know who He-who-must-not be-named is. And you had better get in the habit of calling him that, for no one calls him by his name. Except for Albus Dumbledore and your father."

"Can you tell me who he is though? I won't tell dad."

"No, I will not tell you who he is. That is your parents' job. Now go into the Great Hall, Andy should be here soon." Snape beckoned to the door. James packed up his things and headed out.

"See you tomorrow, Professor Snape. Good-bye!" James waved and shut the door, heading for the Great Hall.

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Harry ran through a thick forest, looking over his shoulder. He was being chased by a Death Eater, after stumbling upon one of Voldemort's lairs. He heard a shout from behind him.

"Crucio!" A spell speeded torwords him. Harry zig-zagged and jumped behind a tree. The spell collided with it, causing dust and bark to be flown everywhere. Harry kneeled looking around the tree, gasping for breath. The Death Eater was nowhere in sight.

Harry tried to quietly stand up, but a twig snapped, causing another curse to be shot at him.

"CRUCIO!" the Death Eater jumped out from behind another tree. Harry had no time react, so the curse hit him in the chest. He leaned up against the tree as his body seered with pain. Fortunetley, he had been put through this curse numerous of times before, so he no longer passed out or screamed. The Death Eater did not lower his wand for almost a minute, and yet kept going. The pain was becoming stronger, causing Harry to become limp in exhaustion from him trying to stay concious and not scream out.

The spell never seemed to end to Harry. He figured he must have been under it for over two minutes now. His eye lids were drooping, and his eyes were becoming unfocused. He wanted nothing more for the pain to stop, even if he was to die in the process. Harry saw black and passed out. The Death Eater laughed as he saw the unbeatable, famous, Harry Potter fall to his knees.

"Two minutes and forty-three seconds. That's a record for him, I believe." The Death Eater laughed as he carried Harry with his wand through the forest.

A.N: Allright, now this was a rushed chapter I think. I have a really odd idea and want to get it out soon, so I had to make this happen. Poor, poor Harry. ::sniff sniff:: Now review me! And if you think this is at least okay, go read my other story, Harry Potter and the Return of Voldemort. It has nothing to do with this story whatsoever. But it is really excelent, so go check that one out too! Review if ya do!