&Please read and review, this may not be all that good I wrote this at midnight after drinking 3 mountain dews, soooo...... This is also shorter then the first two chapters but shit happens.&

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Chapter Three

"Harry, long time no see." Voldemort said.

Harry turned to look at Voldemort. "Hey Tom, killed any innocent Muggles lately?"

"You've grown braver since the last time we meet, Harry." Voldemort said. "Usually you just cower in fear when we meet."

"Yea," Harry said sarcastically, "that's why I'm still alive, every time we meet I would cower in fear then you would let me go; that sounds about right."

Voldemort stared coldly at Harry then turned to a Death Eater, "Go kill his relatives."

"Yes, master." Harry recognized the voice to be Lucius Malfoy.

"How did you get out of Askaban, Malfoy?" Harry asked him, it just now crossed his mind that Lucius wasn't in Askaban, even though Draco called his father to tell him Harry was here.

Lucius didn't reply he just walked into the kitchen. Voldemort looked at Harry, he raised his wand, and before Harry could duck or block it, Voldemort yelled, "Cruico!"

Harry dropped down on all fours, his fist and mouth were clenched, and eyes were closed trying to block out the pain. He didn't want to give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Harry couldn't take it though, when, after noticing him not screaming five more Death Eaters joined in torturing him, he through back his head and screamed at the top of his lungs, he just wanted it to end, he wanted to die. When it finally stopped Harry collapsed to the floor a sweaty mess. His hands where bleeding where he dug half moon circles into them. Voldemort grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and dragged him to a standing position, Harry opened one eye to see, Ron, Lupin, and Moody petrified, they, it seemed, tried to stop Voldemort from torturing Harry.

"Kill them," Voldemort said, "And make sure Harry sees it."

"Wait," Harry whispered hoarsely, "You want to know what the prophecy is?"

Voldemort signaled to his Death Eaters to wait. "The prophecy was destroyed." He said.

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LOAD APPROACHES...BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES..." Harry recited, then regaining a little strength then said, "Let them go and you'll hear the rest."

Voldemort stared at Harry coldly then turned to the Death Eaters ready to kill, Ron, Lupin, and Moody, "Leave them and Apparate back." With some pop's all the Death Eaters were gone, leaving Voldemort holding Harry up. "Take a good look Harry," Voldemort said, "If you're lying to me then I'll kill everyone you know and love, while you watch helplessly."

"Don't worry, Voldemort," Harry said, "You keep up your end of the deal I'll keep up mine."

"Good." Voldemort said. Harry took one last look at his friends, hoping against hope they'll be all right. Then Harry and Voldemort vanished with a small pop.

The next few hours were a blur to Harry. All he knew was pain; he figured he was going insane. For one minute he was watching Cedric fall down to the ground, his eyes holding no life. FLASH. Harry watched his mom slowly come out of Voldemort's wand. FLASH. Harry was watching Ron get smacked by the giant queen chess piece. FLASH. He was watching Sirius flying through the veil. FLASH. Ginny was lying on the stone floor of the chamber of secrets pale and cold. FLASH. His mother was pleading for Voldemort to spare him. FLASH. Harry was curled up like a ball on a cold hard stone floor; he was shivering and rocking back and forth.

"How do you like my new curse, Harry"? Voldemort asked looking at Harry from his chair. "It's a curse combing the dementor's powers and the 'Cruicio' pain."

All Harry could do was gasp in short breaths. "You are being very rude, Harry." Voldemort said mockingly. "You are a guest in my house and you won't even talk to me. I don't think I'll invite you to stay for dinner." Voldemort laughed a cruel high-pitched laugh.

Harry, who has slowly regaining his strength, said, "Voldemort, just kill me now."

Voldemort smiled, "I think not, not until you tell me the prophecy."

Harry weighed his option's, if he told Voldemort the prophecy then Voldemort would kill him; if he didn't he would torture Harry till he went insane and kill everyone he knows and love. Harry slowly pushed himself out of the fetal position on the floor then he slowly stood up. "Okay, Voldemort." Harry whispered. "THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LOAD APPROACHES...BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURIVES...THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES..." Harry voice became stronger as he recited the prophecy and the word DIES echoed off the stonewalls.

Voldemort looked thoughtful while staring at Harry. Harry stared defiantly back expecting to die any moment. "So you are going to become quite powerful." Voldemort said looking thoughtful.

"What?" Harry said truly exhausted. "Aren't you just going to kill me now?"

Voldemort ignored Harry's last comment and, more to himself, said, "Well, you must be since you 'have power the Dark Lord knows not'."

"Yes, well," Harry said sarcastically, "can you just kill me now?" Harry patted himself as if looking for something. "I obviously don't have my wand, so this 'power that you know not' I don't have it at this moment." He paused. "Besides I'm getting bored of your mumbling."

"I don't think I'm going to kill you." Voldemort gave a cruel smile. "Wormtail!" He cried.

A short fat balding man scrambled in through the door. "Yes, master."

"Take Harry to a holding cell." Voldemort said dismissively.

"What, my Lord?" Wormtail asked then shrived when Voldemort glared at him for defying him.

"What part did you not understand?" Voldemort growled. "Should I get you a dictionary so you can look up the word 'take'?"

"N-no my Lord, I-its just I thought we were k-killing the boy." Wormtail sputtered.

"Well, Wormtail," Voldemort hissed, "I changed my mind."

"Of course my Lord." Wormtail said and grabbed Harry by the back of the shirt with his silver hand and dragged him out. Wormtail dragged him down a few hallways then opened a cell door and pushed Harry. He stumbled in. He walked to a corner then slowly slid down the wall and put his head in his hands. He didn't understand why Voldemort was keeping him. He had said something about Harry having power, but that still doesn't explain why Voldemort is keeping him alive.

Harry yelled out then banged his fist against the wall out of frustration. When Harry was at Privet Drive, secluded from the world he didn't know anything that Voldemort was up to. Now, when he is breathing the same air as him Harry is still clueless.

Harry got up and slowly walked to the bed in the corner, he fell into it, he didn't want to go to sleep he just wanted to rest his eyes, but that is always the case; he sank into a sleep, none of his questions answered.