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A/N: Sorry it's so short... and I haven't updated recently. Will try to write another couple chapters this weekend.
Chapter Four
Each day for a week, Harry was brought back to Room 101. Each day, Harry was tortured until he could feel nothing and see nothing. Each day Harry refused to talk, and was sent crawling back to his cell. Then, one day – three weeks after he had been captured, the Lord Voldemort slipped Veritaserum into Harry's water. Within the hour, Harry had told all.
When Harry was brought to Room 101 the next day, he sensed that something was amiss. The room was cut in half by a wooden partition, and the Lord seemed smug as he surveyed Harry over his long, thin fingers.
"So, Harry. Have you decided yet to tell me your weakness?" he mocked.
Harry glared with a hatred that could wither flowers. He faltered when his opponent grew even more arrogant.
"Whether you tell me or not, Harry, does not matter anymore. I know all that I need to. There is no escape for you anymore." Voldemort drew back the panel – and there was the only thing that could bring Harry Potter to his knees.
"No," Harry gasped. "Please! Anything – anything else! If you lay a hand on her, I swear – I will –"
"You can do nothing, Harry. I have complete power over you." And with that, he pointed his wand and muttered an incantation.
Hermione erupted in screams.