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A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS TORTURE
~Chapter 4~
June 11, 1996
Riddle Manor
"Lucius, do you have the boy?" the Dark Lord's blood-red eyes scanned over the body-sized bag the Malfoy held half in his hands, half on the floor.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Take him out of the bag, then! I don't want him to suffocate," Voldemort said, gesturing at Lucius to open the bag. The eldest Malfoy then opened the bag and shook it out, which spit out no one other than the famous Boy-Who-Lived.
"I found him half-asleep under a windowsill, then stupefied him and brought him here, my Lord" Lucius informed Voldemort.
"Good, good. Did he see you?"
"No, my Lord."
"Good. Well, wake him up. I need him weakened before I cast the imperius on him. He's a fighter, that one." Voldemort stated, signaling Lucius with his eyes to wake Harry up.
"Yes, my Lord." Lucius's hands trembled as he said the counter-spell. "Finite."
"Wuzzigoin?" Harry woke up with a start. He looked groggily up to Voldemort, then said; "Wha... Voldemort? Wait- VOLDEMORT?" he jumped up and started to frantically search his pockets for his wand.
"Looking for this, Potter?" Harry spun around to find Lucius twirling his wand between his fingers. Harry started to lunge towards at Lucius, but Lucius apparated away before Harry could lay a finger on him.
"Ah ah ah, Potter. Play nice. Or else I might just... break your wand." an insane smile crept up the blond Malfoy's face. But Harry didn't stop trying to attack him. "Fine, Potter, have it your way." He snapped Harry's wand in half. That made Harry stop for a moment.
"My wand... MY WAND!" Harry roared. He looked angrier than a raging bull. "YOU BROKE MY WAND!"
"Yes, I did, Potter. Problem?" Lucius smiled gleefully at Harry.
"Now, now, Lucius. Let me have some fun too," Voldemort added in. Harry whirled around with a scared look on his face.
"No..."
"Yes. Crucio!" Voldemort pointed his wand exuberantly at Harry as Harry withered on the floor.
When Voldemort lifted the curse, Harry looked up at him and spat:
"You'll never get me, Voldemort. You can't control me. You can't hurt me. Heck, you can't even kill me! The Order'll come for me any second now, and you'll be done for good!"
"No, no, no! Potter, you've got it all wrong," Lucius intervened. "The Order's not coming for you, silly boy. That filthy street merchant Mundungus Fletcher was on watch tonight, but he got... distracted by a deal he just could not miss. He apparated away, and you were just laying there, simply ready to be whisked away. Oh dear. Are you feeling the déjà vu too, or is it just me?" The insane smile crept back up Lucius's face.
"Mrs. Figg! She'll tell Dumbledore!" Harry cried out desperately.
"I disposed her months ago. She's an inferi now," Voldemort drawled in an aristocratic tone.
"Oh." Harry seemed as if he had lost all of his hope.
"So, Potter, please tell me, where's the Order now? They're certainly not here to save you, so, where are they? Please do tell me." Voldemort asked Harry with a hungry glint in his eye.
"I'll tell you when hell freezes over!"
"Well then, Potter, I'll tie up my ice skates. Crucio!" The torturing session went on for a few minutes. Every time Voldemort cut off the curse and Harry thought it was over, Voldemort hit Harry again with an even stronger curse. It weakened Harry immensely. Fifteen torturous minutes later, Voldemort asked Lucius: "Lucius, do you think Potter is weak enough?"
"I do not know, my Lord."
"Well, let's see if he can resist the imperius now. Imperio." Harry's eyes suddenly glazed over, and his face went slack. "Get up," Harry got up. "Identify yourself."
"I am Harry James Potter." Harry said in a monotonous voice.
"Good, good. Bow down to me." He bowed. "Kiss my robes." Harry slowly bent down and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. "Stupefy." Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his body went limp. "I think he's weak enough."
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