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Chapter 51 **Dark Conversation**

Voldemort no longer looked the same as he had during the Third Task of the TriWizard Tournament.  He now had thick black hair that reminded Harry of his own before Hermione had removed the Abscondo Charm his mother had placed on him.  A sharp, hawkish nose now replaced the two slits that had been a nose.  But everything else was the same.

Voldemort smiled and said, "So, you have decided to grace use with your appearance Harry?"

Several Death Eaters laughed but Harry only fixed Voldemort with a cold glare.

"Ah yes.  I can see quite clearly that you are Severus' son.  Do you know he lied to me about you?  I had to punish young Draco because of it."

Harry remained silent, glaring coldly.

"Nothing to say?  Then perhaps we should force something out of you."

Harry didn't have time to blink when Voldemort pulled out his wand, Harry's wand, and hissed, "Crucio."

Pain ripped through Harry and he curled into a ball, fighting down the scream that wanted to flow through his lips into the dark air.  As he writhed on the floor Voldemort and his Death Eaters watched enthusiastically.

After what seemed like an eternity the curse was taken off Harry.  He lay still on the floor, taking in great gulps of air with each breath.

Voldemort smirked and said, "Another trait of Severus'.  It takes so long to make him scream."  Some of the Death Eaters chuckled at that and Harry felt his blood boil.  He shoved himself up and scowled furiously at Voldemort.

"Leave him alone!"

Voldemort shook his head in a sad sort of way and said, "I'm afraid I cannot do that Harry.  Severus has so much to pay for.  Lying to me, spying for Dumbledore, and not bringing you to me when he found that you were his son."

Harry roared, "I'll kill you if you hurt him!"

"I think not Harry.  Macnair, Nott, take him back to his cell.  Stay there and guard him as well."

As Macnair and Nott grabbed Harry and began to drag him away he kicked at them and yelled.

"I'll kill your if you hurt him!  You hear me Tom Riddle?  I'LL KILL YOU!!"

As Harry vanished down the hall his screams turned into angry hisses that only Voldemort could understand.

Voldemort shook his head and laughed at the threats Harry had made.  Lucius moved forward and asked, "My lord, shouldn't we dispose of him?  He could become a danger."

Voldemort laughed again and waved a long fingered hand.

"He will only become a danger to himself."

Lucius nodded and softly said, "Of course, lord."  As he turned to leave, Draco following him, Voldemort called, "Lucius."

"My lord?"

"You will be in charge of capturing Severus and bringing him to me."

"Yes, my lord."

"And take young Draco with you.  It is time he learned a few things first hand."

"Yes, my lord."

Lucius bowed and he and Draco left the room.

Voldemort chuckled and said, "Soon Severus.  Soon you and your son shall meet your end at my hands."