Chapter 11
The Mind Trap
In the room there was a bed that Dumbledore sat on. When Voldemort walked in he kept a firmer grip on Harry, as if he wasn't sure about it. Dumbledore looked up at Voldemort with eyes aflame.
Voldemort just then started digging his nails into Harry's arm that he held him by. Harry tried to get away but it was pointless. Dumbledore only then noticed that Voldemort was holding Harry.
"We meet again Albus, just as I promised," Voldemort said. Harry wasn't sure on how Dumbledore had gotten here. His mind were filling with questions but when Voldemort started speaking again he stopped.
"Now we have another strong one, very strong one. Stronger than the both of us." Voldemort said. Dumbledore didn't give any response. What Voldemort had just said made Harry's stomach lurch.
Both of them? Even stronger than Voldemort? That was a laugh. Harry would never, ever be stronger than either of them.
"It is true and you know it. Ask Albus if you don't believe me Harry," Voldemort said. Harry looked to Dumbledore and he nodded. Harry eyes grew big. If Dumbledore says it is true, that means that it is true.
"Now, you have a choice Albus." Voldemort said, drawing for his wand, "You tell me the Mind Trap curse or else."
Harry was expecting Voldemort to point his wand at Dumbledore and threaten to kill him. That was the way most people gave up information.
Harry was very suprised when he felt a poke on the side of his head.
"Or else the Heir of Gryffindor dies,"
The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled up. Dumbledore was turning white and was shaking.
"You wouldn't..." Dumbledore started but was quickly cut off by Voldemort.
"That is what you thought when I threatened to kill your son. I mean the same thing Albus," Voldemort whispered. Dumbledore was shaking his head slightly. Voldemort gave a huge sigh and then said, "Then you leave me to no choice..."
"NO!" Dumbledore yelled just as Voldemort was starting a curse. Voldemort stopped abruptly and look up to Dumbledore with a smile.
"That is more like it. So, what is the curse?" Voldemort asked once again. Dumbledore whispered something. Harry thought Dumbledore wasn't talking at all because he didn't here him but Voldemort must have.
"Reducto Pardsona? If you had told me that curse 18 years ago you would still have a son," Voldemort said. Then he turned Harry around so they were face to face.
"This is really going to hurt," he said, laughing. When he raised his wand Harry heard, no, more like felt a flicker of a thought that said, "Think about your mother and Father Harry,"
It was Dumbledore's voice. Harry closed his eyes and thought about his Mom and dad.
"Reducto Pardsona!" Voldemort yelled. His wand was sending out jade green sparks and then a flow of purple light.
Harry thought about his dad, a really good seeker. He had three really good friends. Sirius, Lupin and Pettigrew. Pettigrew was the traitor, the reason why his parents were dead.
Harry was feeling immense pain now but he didn't stop thinking.
His Mom...the one he got his eyes from. Sparkling, green eyes. If she didn't die for him he would be dead. She was the only one that Voldemort didn't want to kill.
Harry was trying his best to think about them but the curse was taking affect. His memories where washing away every second...
Just then Harry felt another thought from Dumbledore. "When the curse is done pretend to remember nothing..."
Harry thought a simple OK until he fell to the floor. His mind was racing.
All of the sudden the pain is gone. Harry remembered everything. Just remembering what Dumbledore said, he looked up to Voldemort with a confused look on his face as if he didn't know something.
"Who am I?" Harry asked, knowing he sounded stupid. He thought that Voldemort was trying to read his mind so he cleared it.
"Wonderful, thank you Dumbledore," Voldemort said. Then he looked back to Harry and said, "Your name is Harry Potter and you belong to me."
If Harry wasn't pretending he would have argued but he didn't. He just simply nodded.
"Let's go," Voldemort said, picking Harry up and putting him in his arms. Harry's whole body was numb and he could barley move. He couldn't even feel his scar hurting.
He ignored Voldemort stare, trying to figure out how to get out of there. Then remembering that Voldemort was a mind reader he cleared his mind fast.
"This shall be fun," Voldemort said. Then once again he gave his high, pitched laugh.
The Mind Trap
In the room there was a bed that Dumbledore sat on. When Voldemort walked in he kept a firmer grip on Harry, as if he wasn't sure about it. Dumbledore looked up at Voldemort with eyes aflame.
Voldemort just then started digging his nails into Harry's arm that he held him by. Harry tried to get away but it was pointless. Dumbledore only then noticed that Voldemort was holding Harry.
"We meet again Albus, just as I promised," Voldemort said. Harry wasn't sure on how Dumbledore had gotten here. His mind were filling with questions but when Voldemort started speaking again he stopped.
"Now we have another strong one, very strong one. Stronger than the both of us." Voldemort said. Dumbledore didn't give any response. What Voldemort had just said made Harry's stomach lurch.
Both of them? Even stronger than Voldemort? That was a laugh. Harry would never, ever be stronger than either of them.
"It is true and you know it. Ask Albus if you don't believe me Harry," Voldemort said. Harry looked to Dumbledore and he nodded. Harry eyes grew big. If Dumbledore says it is true, that means that it is true.
"Now, you have a choice Albus." Voldemort said, drawing for his wand, "You tell me the Mind Trap curse or else."
Harry was expecting Voldemort to point his wand at Dumbledore and threaten to kill him. That was the way most people gave up information.
Harry was very suprised when he felt a poke on the side of his head.
"Or else the Heir of Gryffindor dies,"
The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled up. Dumbledore was turning white and was shaking.
"You wouldn't..." Dumbledore started but was quickly cut off by Voldemort.
"That is what you thought when I threatened to kill your son. I mean the same thing Albus," Voldemort whispered. Dumbledore was shaking his head slightly. Voldemort gave a huge sigh and then said, "Then you leave me to no choice..."
"NO!" Dumbledore yelled just as Voldemort was starting a curse. Voldemort stopped abruptly and look up to Dumbledore with a smile.
"That is more like it. So, what is the curse?" Voldemort asked once again. Dumbledore whispered something. Harry thought Dumbledore wasn't talking at all because he didn't here him but Voldemort must have.
"Reducto Pardsona? If you had told me that curse 18 years ago you would still have a son," Voldemort said. Then he turned Harry around so they were face to face.
"This is really going to hurt," he said, laughing. When he raised his wand Harry heard, no, more like felt a flicker of a thought that said, "Think about your mother and Father Harry,"
It was Dumbledore's voice. Harry closed his eyes and thought about his Mom and dad.
"Reducto Pardsona!" Voldemort yelled. His wand was sending out jade green sparks and then a flow of purple light.
Harry thought about his dad, a really good seeker. He had three really good friends. Sirius, Lupin and Pettigrew. Pettigrew was the traitor, the reason why his parents were dead.
Harry was feeling immense pain now but he didn't stop thinking.
His Mom...the one he got his eyes from. Sparkling, green eyes. If she didn't die for him he would be dead. She was the only one that Voldemort didn't want to kill.
Harry was trying his best to think about them but the curse was taking affect. His memories where washing away every second...
Just then Harry felt another thought from Dumbledore. "When the curse is done pretend to remember nothing..."
Harry thought a simple OK until he fell to the floor. His mind was racing.
All of the sudden the pain is gone. Harry remembered everything. Just remembering what Dumbledore said, he looked up to Voldemort with a confused look on his face as if he didn't know something.
"Who am I?" Harry asked, knowing he sounded stupid. He thought that Voldemort was trying to read his mind so he cleared it.
"Wonderful, thank you Dumbledore," Voldemort said. Then he looked back to Harry and said, "Your name is Harry Potter and you belong to me."
If Harry wasn't pretending he would have argued but he didn't. He just simply nodded.
"Let's go," Voldemort said, picking Harry up and putting him in his arms. Harry's whole body was numb and he could barley move. He couldn't even feel his scar hurting.
He ignored Voldemort stare, trying to figure out how to get out of there. Then remembering that Voldemort was a mind reader he cleared his mind fast.
"This shall be fun," Voldemort said. Then once again he gave his high, pitched laugh.