Chapter 9
Punishment
Harry was staring around the room. Since entering this room, there were no signs of his scar hurting. He looked around the enormous place to see no sign of Voldemort.
"What are you doing here?" a voice said out the corner of the room. He stepped out of the dark. It was Severus Snape.
"Potter and his little friend tried to run away," Malfoy said. Snape looked down at Harry who looked straight back.
"I will go and inform the Master," Snape said, walking off. The man that was holding Harry was walking forward to catch up with Snape who turned around to face him.
"What is it Markous?" Snape said, looking at the man who was still holding Harry.
"I am coming with you," Markous said. He looked Snape in the eye until Snape finally nodded.
"Fine, but if he gets mad you get all of the blame," Snape said as he started to walk off again. Markous strode after him. Snape was going through a door that Harry hadn't seen.
Then without warning, Harry's scar was searing with pain. He tried to get loose from Markous, but Markous kept a mighty grip on one of Harry's hands, and his other hand wouldn't move.
Harry felt like screaming but he decided to hold it back as long as he could. Snape was going up a spiral staircase when suddenly a door appeared. Snape opened it and walked in, followed by Markous.
"What is it Severus?" said a high-pitch voice. Harry knew that it was Voldemort.
"Potter and his little friend tried to run away," Snape said coolly. There was a stirring and then out of the darkness Voldemort walked into view.
"Has he now? Who caught him?" Voldemort said, staring at Harry. Harry didn't look back. His head felt as if it would blow up at any second.
"Malfoy and myself," Markous said. Voldemort looked up at him and put a rather sour smile on his face.
"So, the great Markous has been useful to me. How suprising this is, and what do you have to say Potter?" Voldemort said, looking down at Harry once again.
Harry didn't reply. He looked at the ground. He wasn't going to talk to Voldemort; he wouldn't even look at him.
Then Harry heard Voldemort walking towards him. A cold, skinny hand was placed under his chin and he was forced to look up into Voldemort's gleaming, red eyes.
The pain on Harry's scar was horrible. He held back his screams even though it was hard. He continued to look into Voldemort's eyes.
"You're going to have to talk to me sooner or later. I can make you do anything because you belong to me. You can't change that," Voldemort said.
Harry still didn't answer. He didn't believe what Voldemort said. He belonged to no one.
"You belong to me and you know it. There is no way that you can change that. Soon you are going to carry my mark on your arm. That proves that you are my servant,"
"I belong to no one," Harry whispered. Voldemort returned his hand to his side and walked out of view.
"Leave us," Voldemort said. Snape and Markous bowed. Markous let go of Harry and walked out of the room with Snape. When Markous closed the door it disappeared, leaving Voldemort and Harry in total darkness.
Harry looked around the room, trying to make his eyes adjust to the darkness. He was ready for a curse to come at him, full force, but none ever came.
"What am I to do with you?" Voldemort asked in the darkness. Harry saw two gleaming red eyes staring at him. They were the only means of light.
"If you carry my mark, you belong to me-and you know that Harry," Voldemort continued. Harry could tell that Voldemort was drawing closer to him because the pain from his scar.
When the pain on his scar was immense Harry backed up, trying to get as far away from Voldemort as he could.
Harry turned around, not facing Voldemort any longer. Harry heard a few more footsteps and then a hand on his shoulder that made his scar burn fiercely on his forehead.
He hand that was on Harry's shoulder trickled down to his hand. There was a harsh pull from it that made Harry turn around.
"Answer me. Why don't you respond to me? You are one of a kind I can tell, unlike many others that begged for mercy just like your pathetic mother..."
Harry still didn't answer but his mind was racing. He did not belong to Voldemort even if he did carry his mark, which he wouldn't.
Just then Harry heard Voldemort yell a curse. Knowing that no one else was in the room Harry flung himself aside, narrowly missing the blue light heading in his direction.
Voldemort came into Harry's view once again. Harry felt a strange feeling from inside him. It was a flicker of a thought, a feeling...
Voldemort looked down at Harry who had been looking at the floor. Harry felt Voldemort's eyes on him, which made him look up. He thought at first that Voldemort looked scared at first but then he knew that he was just seeing things.
"You shall carry my mark Harry. Yes, that shall be your punishment, I was going to put it off until tomorrow but now for this ordeal you get it right now..."
Voldemort raised his wand. Harry looked up to him just as he was yelling a curse.
Punishment
Harry was staring around the room. Since entering this room, there were no signs of his scar hurting. He looked around the enormous place to see no sign of Voldemort.
"What are you doing here?" a voice said out the corner of the room. He stepped out of the dark. It was Severus Snape.
"Potter and his little friend tried to run away," Malfoy said. Snape looked down at Harry who looked straight back.
"I will go and inform the Master," Snape said, walking off. The man that was holding Harry was walking forward to catch up with Snape who turned around to face him.
"What is it Markous?" Snape said, looking at the man who was still holding Harry.
"I am coming with you," Markous said. He looked Snape in the eye until Snape finally nodded.
"Fine, but if he gets mad you get all of the blame," Snape said as he started to walk off again. Markous strode after him. Snape was going through a door that Harry hadn't seen.
Then without warning, Harry's scar was searing with pain. He tried to get loose from Markous, but Markous kept a mighty grip on one of Harry's hands, and his other hand wouldn't move.
Harry felt like screaming but he decided to hold it back as long as he could. Snape was going up a spiral staircase when suddenly a door appeared. Snape opened it and walked in, followed by Markous.
"What is it Severus?" said a high-pitch voice. Harry knew that it was Voldemort.
"Potter and his little friend tried to run away," Snape said coolly. There was a stirring and then out of the darkness Voldemort walked into view.
"Has he now? Who caught him?" Voldemort said, staring at Harry. Harry didn't look back. His head felt as if it would blow up at any second.
"Malfoy and myself," Markous said. Voldemort looked up at him and put a rather sour smile on his face.
"So, the great Markous has been useful to me. How suprising this is, and what do you have to say Potter?" Voldemort said, looking down at Harry once again.
Harry didn't reply. He looked at the ground. He wasn't going to talk to Voldemort; he wouldn't even look at him.
Then Harry heard Voldemort walking towards him. A cold, skinny hand was placed under his chin and he was forced to look up into Voldemort's gleaming, red eyes.
The pain on Harry's scar was horrible. He held back his screams even though it was hard. He continued to look into Voldemort's eyes.
"You're going to have to talk to me sooner or later. I can make you do anything because you belong to me. You can't change that," Voldemort said.
Harry still didn't answer. He didn't believe what Voldemort said. He belonged to no one.
"You belong to me and you know it. There is no way that you can change that. Soon you are going to carry my mark on your arm. That proves that you are my servant,"
"I belong to no one," Harry whispered. Voldemort returned his hand to his side and walked out of view.
"Leave us," Voldemort said. Snape and Markous bowed. Markous let go of Harry and walked out of the room with Snape. When Markous closed the door it disappeared, leaving Voldemort and Harry in total darkness.
Harry looked around the room, trying to make his eyes adjust to the darkness. He was ready for a curse to come at him, full force, but none ever came.
"What am I to do with you?" Voldemort asked in the darkness. Harry saw two gleaming red eyes staring at him. They were the only means of light.
"If you carry my mark, you belong to me-and you know that Harry," Voldemort continued. Harry could tell that Voldemort was drawing closer to him because the pain from his scar.
When the pain on his scar was immense Harry backed up, trying to get as far away from Voldemort as he could.
Harry turned around, not facing Voldemort any longer. Harry heard a few more footsteps and then a hand on his shoulder that made his scar burn fiercely on his forehead.
He hand that was on Harry's shoulder trickled down to his hand. There was a harsh pull from it that made Harry turn around.
"Answer me. Why don't you respond to me? You are one of a kind I can tell, unlike many others that begged for mercy just like your pathetic mother..."
Harry still didn't answer but his mind was racing. He did not belong to Voldemort even if he did carry his mark, which he wouldn't.
Just then Harry heard Voldemort yell a curse. Knowing that no one else was in the room Harry flung himself aside, narrowly missing the blue light heading in his direction.
Voldemort came into Harry's view once again. Harry felt a strange feeling from inside him. It was a flicker of a thought, a feeling...
Voldemort looked down at Harry who had been looking at the floor. Harry felt Voldemort's eyes on him, which made him look up. He thought at first that Voldemort looked scared at first but then he knew that he was just seeing things.
"You shall carry my mark Harry. Yes, that shall be your punishment, I was going to put it off until tomorrow but now for this ordeal you get it right now..."
Voldemort raised his wand. Harry looked up to him just as he was yelling a curse.