Disclaimer: Dont own Harry Potter in anyway shape or form. just this plot.

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Chapter4:The Talk

Harry straighten his back unconsciously, evening his breathing to a steady rhythm and waited for Voldemort to make a move.

His scar was throbbing with pain but Harry just ignored it.

He waited, watching the back of the dark green, velvet chair.

Until finally.

"Come to me."

Harry started forward not seeing any other choice that he had. He walked the length of the polished floor, looking at his reflection in one of the mirrors bordering the walls on one side, as he passed. His cheek was scratched from falling down previously, but now it was dried dark, clashing with his pale skin and black hair.

Harry stopped just beside the chair, not wanting to get any closer. Already he could see the unnaturally long and spidery fingers, that with a wand, had killed countless numbers of people.



"Stand before me, Harry."

His scar was roaring with pain now. He tried with determination to not let it show, but he knew that his efforts weren't working.

Harry conceded, and walked to the front of the green chair holding the most feared Wizard of this century.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes bore into Harry's as he sat there in his pitch black robes. His snakelike face boar an expression that gave nothing away to Harry.

Harry gave Voldemort his rapt attention, even though the pain was becoming unbearable by the second.

"How are you doing Harry?" ask Voldemort mockingly. " Not very good I see."

Harry was now turning a vast red from the pain.

"Now to matters of more importance...," said Voldemort, clearly enjoying the anguish happening before his eyes. "You have been a thorn in my side for too long and it is time for me to eliminate the problem."

By this time, Harry was having trouble focusing his eyes and was bitting his lower lip to keep the awful scream in, that was begging to be let loose.



"But it has come to my attention that you may still be a use to me. So I will let you live....for the time being. "slowly hissed the Dark Lord in a dismissive tone .

The room was spinning in front of Harry's eyes, and only vaguely aware of someone grabbing his arms and dragging him back to the dungeons before blacking out.

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A dull throbbing of Harry's scar was what woke him up a few hours later. He was no longer tied up but he was back inside of the dark, damp dungeons.

He slowly got up onto his feet trying to get a better look of his surroundings, entirely grateful that through his ordeal so far that his glasses were still intact.

The area he was being held was everything that he thought it was.....dark and damp.

Nothing distinguished its interiors with the exception of a nondescript looking stone that had a snake engraved in the very corner of it. The snake was about the size of a fingernail, and Harry would of missed it if he didn't see it by chance.

Thinking of some of the mystery books that had belong to Dudley that Harry had read, he started to examine the stone very carefully.

Pushing a prodding in various places were not producing any effects, but the thought that this was some secret passage or hidden doorway was not proving to be anything.

After an hour or so of pacing about, doing nothing but what Voldemort said and what he meant, he heard footsteps approaching the entrance. The door was opened revealing three death eaters with menacing looks.

They swiftly walked around him making a tight circle, closing in on him before Harry could even protest. One of them that Harry didn't recognize held up a small bottle with purplish colored liquid inside.

"Drink." He said bluntly.

Harry started to panic and eyed the open doorway. The was no way he was going to drink this potion in front of him out of his free will.

Harry tried shoving through the tight knit circle, his ultimate goal was for the door, but it was useless because the death eaters were obviously expecting this.

Blocking his way, the men grabbed his arms bringing them behind his back, forced him on his knees and one man yanked his head back by pulling on his black hair.

"Open your mouth," said the man again, grabbing Harry's jaw, trying to pry it open.

Harry was not giving up that easily. He would rather got down with a fight then with acceptance of death.

The death eater holding his hair plugged Harry's nose, blocking his airway. Silence reigned as they all waited for Harry's air to run out.



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hmmm....worth continuing?