Veracity
"You doubt me, my Lord?" Severus asked, head bowing - grinding his teeth, but hopefully Voldemort wouldn't notice that.
Voldemort spun his wand lightly, then whirled to return to his throne, laughing. "Of course not, Severus. You may rise."
Severus obediently rose, though stiffly, as Voldemort settled into his throne. Voldemort steepled his fingers, examining Severus curiously.
"You seem different." Voldemort observed. "We aren't entertaining any lingering . . . doubts . . . now, are we?"
"Of course not, my Lord." Severus replied smoothly, meeting Voldemort's eyes with his own . . . green . . . ones?
"What?" Voldemort managed, as Severus' form melted into that of Harry Potter.
Harry silenced Voldemort with a wordless curse.
Voldemort pressed on the ragged slices across his chest, snarling at Harry. "How did you manage-"
"What? Suborning your Potions Master?" Harry taunted. Voldemort looked briefly blank, before rage suffused his features.
Harry gasped, putting a hand up, covering his mouth. "Oh dear, didn't you know that?" he asked, too-sweetly. "You were going to ask about the Polyjuice?"
Voldemort spat an unidentifiable curse at Harry, who dodged easily, stopping at Voldemort's side.
He leaned close, and murmured quietly, "I love him."
Voldemort gaped, not even attempting a shield, and Harry laughed, throwing one final curse.
~Fin~
