Harry glared at him. Lucius and Draco threw Omorose harshly at
Voldemort's feet. She was in a very bad condition, her entire left arm was
covered in blood, the sleeve on her right arm was torn off, there was a
tear in her skirt all the way from her foot to nine inches above her knee,
and she also had a black eye.
Harry wanted to run over and help her, but figured that that would not be such a good idea, considering that there were over a hundred death- eaters around him.
"So. Omorose." Voldemort started, "What have you done now, girl?"
Omorose did not answer him.
"Answer me girl!" he ordered. still, no sound came.
"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Omorose.
An agonizing scream echoed throughout the building, as Omorose grasped her stomach, gasping for breath.
It pained Harry see her in such a condition, but something was holding him back for some reason that he could not explain.
Voldemort took the spell off of her sooner than Harry thought he would, "Now," he asked, "have you decided to tell me?"
Tears of pain were running down Omorose's cheeks. She ran the back of her hand across her face, in attempt to wipe away the tears, and replied in the strongest voice she could, "Yes my lord, I am."
"Why then go on, girl!" he said impatiently.
"Yesterday I heard the Malfoy's whispering and found out that you had ordered them to kill Ron Weasley -- "
"She got in the way m'lord!" a voice that Harry recognized as Malfoy's interrupted, "It was not my fault!"
"Shut-up young Malfoy or I will make you!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand towards Draco, who hastily stepped back into the crowd.
"Now, girl," Voldemort said, in a fake calm voice, "What were you saying?"
"Well I found out the details and appeared there the next day. I -- I saw Malfoy point his wand at Ron and. and I stopped the curse-- "
"And why's that, Omorose, when I gave Draco direct orders to kill Weasley!" Voldemort yelled.
"Well. he-- he seemed like a nice person and I just-- "
"THERE ARE NO EXCUSES YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" Voldemort yelled.
"I-- I am sorry, my lord-- " Omorose started.
"SILENCE!" he screamed.
Omorose immediately shut her mouth.
Voldemort took a deep, deep breath, took out his wand, and pointed it towards Omorose. She bit her lip, awaiting pain. but none came. In fact, Voldemort did the exact opposite everyone expected.
The blood on Omorose's arm slowly seeped back up into her wound, which closed instantly. She took a breath of relief. He then pointed his wand at her eye, which turned from black, to the soft color of her fair skin, like it was before. The tear in her skirt closed up, and the other one of her sleeves disappeared, so that she was wearing a very revealing, strapless belly shirt. Her knotty hair was instantly smooth and shiny red, the way it used to be, all the way down to her waist, with a headpiece at the top, just like the other ones she had worn.
"Now, Omorose," Voldemort said, "You have proven yourself to fight the Imperius curse, so that I am unable to use that on you anymore. Your memory is slowly seeping back also. I do not know why, nor how, but it is. Now, girl, remember, you are bate. You are here, because you need to lure Harry Potter to me, I don't care how you do it, as long as you get him here." -- his voice raised a little at the last few words -- "Now, you have shown strength to withstand the Cruciatus curse, and it has obviously not taught you anything, from your actions. So now, I have thought of a better punishment for you, Omorose, oh yes, a much better punishment. "
He smirked, as Omorose looked worried.
" . Oh Draco . "
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R/R! ~OceanGirl28
Harry wanted to run over and help her, but figured that that would not be such a good idea, considering that there were over a hundred death- eaters around him.
"So. Omorose." Voldemort started, "What have you done now, girl?"
Omorose did not answer him.
"Answer me girl!" he ordered. still, no sound came.
"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Omorose.
An agonizing scream echoed throughout the building, as Omorose grasped her stomach, gasping for breath.
It pained Harry see her in such a condition, but something was holding him back for some reason that he could not explain.
Voldemort took the spell off of her sooner than Harry thought he would, "Now," he asked, "have you decided to tell me?"
Tears of pain were running down Omorose's cheeks. She ran the back of her hand across her face, in attempt to wipe away the tears, and replied in the strongest voice she could, "Yes my lord, I am."
"Why then go on, girl!" he said impatiently.
"Yesterday I heard the Malfoy's whispering and found out that you had ordered them to kill Ron Weasley -- "
"She got in the way m'lord!" a voice that Harry recognized as Malfoy's interrupted, "It was not my fault!"
"Shut-up young Malfoy or I will make you!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand towards Draco, who hastily stepped back into the crowd.
"Now, girl," Voldemort said, in a fake calm voice, "What were you saying?"
"Well I found out the details and appeared there the next day. I -- I saw Malfoy point his wand at Ron and. and I stopped the curse-- "
"And why's that, Omorose, when I gave Draco direct orders to kill Weasley!" Voldemort yelled.
"Well. he-- he seemed like a nice person and I just-- "
"THERE ARE NO EXCUSES YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" Voldemort yelled.
"I-- I am sorry, my lord-- " Omorose started.
"SILENCE!" he screamed.
Omorose immediately shut her mouth.
Voldemort took a deep, deep breath, took out his wand, and pointed it towards Omorose. She bit her lip, awaiting pain. but none came. In fact, Voldemort did the exact opposite everyone expected.
The blood on Omorose's arm slowly seeped back up into her wound, which closed instantly. She took a breath of relief. He then pointed his wand at her eye, which turned from black, to the soft color of her fair skin, like it was before. The tear in her skirt closed up, and the other one of her sleeves disappeared, so that she was wearing a very revealing, strapless belly shirt. Her knotty hair was instantly smooth and shiny red, the way it used to be, all the way down to her waist, with a headpiece at the top, just like the other ones she had worn.
"Now, Omorose," Voldemort said, "You have proven yourself to fight the Imperius curse, so that I am unable to use that on you anymore. Your memory is slowly seeping back also. I do not know why, nor how, but it is. Now, girl, remember, you are bate. You are here, because you need to lure Harry Potter to me, I don't care how you do it, as long as you get him here." -- his voice raised a little at the last few words -- "Now, you have shown strength to withstand the Cruciatus curse, and it has obviously not taught you anything, from your actions. So now, I have thought of a better punishment for you, Omorose, oh yes, a much better punishment. "
He smirked, as Omorose looked worried.
" . Oh Draco . "
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R/R! ~OceanGirl28
