Two Oclumency Masters

Voldemort sent the torturing curse at Harry and it hit him square in the chest. Harry tumbled across the floor; pain was surging through him until Voldemort lifted it.

"You disappoint me Harry," he said.

Harry rolled over onto his back, breathing hard.

"Are you going to give up?"

Harry got up and turned his back to Voldemort.

"Severus."

One of the Death Eaters stepped forward.

"Yes master," said a cold voice from under the hood.

"I thought you said Harry wasn't good at Occlumency?" Voldemort enquired.

"I only said 'I think'," Snape said, taking his hood off, "He obviously learnt it from someone else," he added, circling Harry.

Snape was examining Harry from afar, obviously weary that if he actually got up close to him then Harry would attack him.

"You have no need to know who trained me," Harry said viciously, "Because they were obviously better at teaching it than you."

He turned to face Snape, who had stopped circling Harry.

"Well, if you had practiced when I was teaching you then maybe you would have graduated with Black there," Snape said, "I warned you, didn't I?"

Harry hated it when Snape was right about these things.

"Didn't I, Potter?" he added more forcefully, "Just like your father, you are. Stubborn, arrogant," he added.

"I am not" James yelled.

Snape turned to James.

"Prove it Potter," Snape said, "You're the one who caused me to treat your son badly."

"Someday I am going to get you Sniverlus," James said through gritted teeth.

"Severus?" Lily asked.

"Sorry Evans, you lost your chance to get my trust," Snape said, "Mudblood."

James struggled even harder to get free.

"Apologise!" James yelled.

"I did last time but your wife wouldn't take it," Snape said.

Harry's insides were flaming, he was just like his father when it came to someone calling someone he loved and cared for a 'Mudblood'.

"Shut up Snape," Harry said angrily.

Snape turned back towards Harry with his lip curled.

"I felt sorry for you when I saw that memory but now you've lost your chance for me not to be like dad was in school," Harry said, "You lost that when I saw you kill Dumbledore."

"But you only know half the story Potter!" Snape spat, "Of both of those stories!"

"Oh yeah! You became mum's friend and then everything hit you when she stopped being your friend," Harry said, "You watched her follow dad around, her hand in his and you wished it was your hand she was holding," he added.

"You little sneak," Snape said, moving towards Harry threateningly but Harry stood his ground.

"As you said before, I only know half the story," Harry said, "You didn't save me from falling off my broom because you knew you'd regret it if you didn't, not because you had a life debt to dad. You did it because you cared about me."

The room's occupants turned completely silent.

"I reminded you of mum, didn't I?" Harry asked with a marauder smirk on his face.

"I never cared a thing about you," Snape said, "You are the son of a Potter and I never did or will care about you."

"Why hold a grudge against me because my father treated you like a nobody at school?" Harry asked, "Did you think I would be identical to him? Did you think I would cause trouble wherever I went?"

Harry paused.

"Because I am none of those things," Harry stated, "I did not cause trouble deliberately." Harry paused again.

"I may look like my dad but looks sometimes don't describe the person's way of thinking or their feelings towards different people," he added.

Snape walked back into the wall of Death Eaters after glancing at Harry in the corner of his eye. Then he pulled his hood back over his head.

"Half-Blood Prince," Harry added quietly so only Snape could hear him.

"Well Harry, You and Severus must be really far apart."

"Quite right," Harry said, "When did you figure that out?"

"Oh! Don't be so harsh Harry," Voldemort said with a hurt voice.

Then Voldemort cast the cruciatus curse at Harry's back but Harry whipped around and pushed the curse back towards the owner with his hands. Voldemort stepped out of the way and the Death Eater wall parted.

"Well, you're obviously in a bad mood Harry and I see that you've learnt a few new tricks since we last met."

"And you're not helping," Harry said, breathing heavily.

Lily and James stood there, terrified.

Dumbledore had always told them, right from when Harry wasn't even born that he would be a very powerful wizard. But they had never seen or knew Harry could do wandless magic when he was angry. Voldemort started to circle Harry and when he touched Harry's scar. Harry fell to the floor in pain, clutching his forehead with his hands.

"I could just kill you right now," Voldemort said, "But I'm going to let the Death Eaters have some fun with you first," he added.

Harry was shivering on the floor and when Voldemort pulled him to his feet Harry was in more pain.

"But firstly, I might have my fun," he added, letting Harry go.

Two Death Eaters grabbed him from behind and pulled him towards the wall.

Harry saw his parents get put in the cell in the corner of the room. The two Death Eaters chained him to the wall and then walked back into the group of Death Eaters. Voldemort walked up to Harry as he struggled against the chains and the two Death Eaters.

"You look so helpless Harry," he said and the Death Eaters laughed.

"Not as much as you think I am," Harry said.

Voldemort started to get angry.

"I think you need to learn some manners of how you should respect me," Voldemort said.

"I'll never respect you, no matter what you do," Harry said, "So, try all you want."

Voldemort got angrier and he pressed his finger on Harry's scar and Harry felt like his head was going to split open.

Voldemort removed his hand.

"Just too bad it doesn't hurt me anymore," he said and then he started cackling evilly. This also caused Harry's scar to blaze with pain.

"You are disgusting," Harry muttered.

"Nagini come here, please," Voldemort hissed.

Lily and James looked worried because they didn't know what he had said. A snake appeared and Harry turned his head so he couldn't see what Voldemort was going to do.

"If you continue with this attitude Harry then I'll have to let Nagini have a nibble from your arm," Voldemort said.

Harry felt something slither up his left arm and he suddenly felt sick to the stomach and started to feel feverish.

"As if you would," Harry said, "You want to kill me yourself," he added, "You've said so many times."

Then Harry felt something pierce his arm. Then he felt red hot liquid enter his arm.

Harry moaned and whined in pain as the poison spread.


A/N: Here we go guys!

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