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Chapter 3: The Imposter




Harry stared. His eyes darting back and forth from his wand to 'Snape's' scowling face. Suddenly a reckless rage filled him. A rage that had been building up inside him since the death of Sirius.


"It was pretty stupid of you to come here, you know." He said, his eyes glazing over with hatred. "One Death Eater in a house filled with good witches and wizards. You can't accomplish much."


The Imposter's eyes seemed to grow even colder. Bullets of ice seemed to replace them, ready at any moment to release themselves on Harry.


"Oh yes…yes, you're right, Harry." The Imposter said tilting his head slightly. His face become an even more wicked scowl. "I can't accomplish much, except maybe killing you."


"Why would you want to kill me?" Harry glared.


"My you learn slowly. How did you survive the Dark Lord all those times?" The Imposter snickered. "But I suppose it is harder to kill a rat then it might look. They find ways to weasel into even the tinniest cracks."


Harry stared angrily at 'Snape'. The reckless rage still pulsing through his veins like a drug.


"Anyway…Tell me, what are they planning? For surely they are planning something." he said as he began to pace.


"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said coldly.


"Ooh, but you do, Harry. I know you do." 'Snape' said as he returned to his place at the bed posts and began tapping his wand impatiently against his left hand. Harry's wand now sticking slightly out of his left pocket. "Sit down. You'll be in less of a position to try anything stupid. I don't want to kill you before I have to."


Harry didn't move. Instead he stood there defiantly glaring at the Imposter.


"Oh, alright! I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." The Imposter said waving his hand impatiently in the air and pointing his wand at Harry intolerantly. Suddenly sharp pains began shooting through Harry's legs, weaving their way through his muscles like needles through cloth.


"Sit!" the Imposter growled. But Harry would not budge. He was determined not to give in. And to his dismay the pain only got worse until finally his legs gave out from underneath him as a stabbing pain shooted through his calves. He hit the floor with thud.


"Good." 'Snape' said grinning maliciously. "Little Harry learned to sit! I bet your parents will be so proud when you tell them….Wait a moment. They're dead! My mistake." His grin became even larger now, exposing his or rather Snape's yellow teeth.


"You're never going to get away with this. Even if you kill me, they'll find you!" Harry said through gritted teeth.


"Now, what was I saying before? Oh yes! You were about to tell me what they are planning! So go on! Tell." He said as though Harry hadn't said anything at all.



"I told you! I know nothing!" Harry yelled. He hoped someone would hear him downstairs though he doubted very much that they would. They were probably working busily in the noisy kitchen; oblivious to what was going on just above their heads.


"Shall we do this the hard way, Harry? I guess so…" The Imposter said an evil grin spreading across his face as he pointed his wand at Harry.


Suddenly an immense pressure began to build in Harry's head. Tighter and tighter it seemed to press on his brain. It felt like his whole head might explode at any second. He wanted to scream. It became so intense that Harry was convinced someone was crushing his skull. He bit his lip as hard as he could. He would not scream for this…this…thing in front of him. He was not going give him that satisfaction.


"Just tell me, Harry, and it'll go away." The Imposter said looking pleased.


"NEVER!" Harry choked and as he said this the pressure lifted giving him the chance to think. He knew nothing, and he knew that even if he did know something he would never tell. They could torture him all they like. At least he would die doing what's right. He would die bravely like his parents and Sirius.


"Oh, but I'm afraid you will tell me, Harry. You most certainly will."


The pressure began once again. This time it was not only in Harry's head but in his whole body. Every organ felt like it was ready to burst. Harry couldn't stand the pain much longer. The room was growing dim. 'Snape's' face becoming fainter…


"Harry?! Harry dear, are you awake? Oh Ron, would you be a love and go fetch Harry? Poor boy must be asleep. He's had a long day." Came the distance voice of Mrs. Weasley as the footsteps of Ron echoed up the steps.


The pressure began to disappear once again. The room and it's colors reappearing vibrantly. 'Snape' looked worried. Suddenly he lunged at Harry and grabbed him by the shoulders.


"Tell me! Tell me now! Hurry!" he said shaking Harry. But Harry was too weak to speak and wouldn't if he could. "TELL ME!!" he began shaking Harry even harder as something fell out of his left pocket.


"Harry? Are you awake? Who's in there with you?" Ron's said his voice soaking through the door.


The door knob began to turn and the Imposter let go of Harry and sprang up.


"You've been saved this time, Harry. Make no mistake there won't be a next." And with that he dissapperated.


"Harry?" Ron said poking his head through the door. "Who's voice was tha- Mum! Come quick! Harry's hurt!"




Author's note: I actually hate this chapter with a passion. I was going to re-write it all, but I decided out of laziness to just leave it be.