Chapter 12
Lying
Harry didn't like the way Voldemort was holding him. He was holding him like a mother holds his/her baby. Even though he wanted to yell at him and tell him to put him down he couldn't. His voice had seemed to disappeared.
Dumbledore was staring at him. Harry gave him a simple nod to tell him that he was still himself. Dumbledore nodded and looked back to Voldemort.
"What are you going to do to him?" Dumbledore asked him. Voldemort put an awful grin on his face.
"What do you think Albus?" Voldemort asked wickedly. This made Harry shiver. Voldemort seemed to notice because he turned to Harry and looked him in the eye.
"Why did you shiver?" he asked him, giving him a cold, dark stare. Harry knew he had to lie or it would be the end of Dumbledore and himself.
"What do you mean, shiver?" Harry asked him as if he was the stupidest creature on earth. He was sure that Voldemort could see right threw him but he showed not.
"It means to shake and fear one," Voldemort replied to him. Then suddenly, Harry had no idea that this would happen; Voldemort drew one hand and covered Harry's mouth. Harry was freaked for the hair on the back of his neck stood up when this happened.
"Why do you try to lie Harry? I can see right threw you, read your mind." Voldemort said as he was clutching Harry in his grip. He still didn't put Harry down. Voldemort looked up to Dumbledore and started to speak once again.
"Did you give me the wrong spell or is Potter strong enough to overpass that spell also?" he asked him. Dumbledore looked at Harry instead of Voldemort, with a sort of gleam in his eye. Harry didn't return the gaze, he couldn't even think.
"Well?" Voldemort asked once again but this time there was a tone of impatience in his voice. Dumbledore couldn't say anything, he was going to die anyway.
"Do you know the answer Harry?" Voldemort asked, taking off the hand from Harry's mouth. Even if Harry wanted to tell him, which he didn't, he wouldn't be able to. His jaw had been injured by Voldemort's strong grip around it.
Voldemort had his wand out now. He was pointing it at Harry, which brought terror to Dumbledore. Would Voldemort kill him? He couldn't take it in, this had to be just an awful nightmare.
"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed, wand still pointing at Harry. Once again, the pain was so immense that he tried to get free from Voldemort's grip but it was hopeless. He screamed and screamed but there was no way that he could get away from him. Voldemort wouldn't let him go, he wouldn't even let him fall to the ground.
"Cruci...."
"LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" Dumbledore screamed. Voldemort stopped abruptly, looking up to Dumbledore with a sudden look of suprise on his face.
"What did you say to me?" Voldemort asked, now pointing his wand at Dumbledore. Dumbledore didn't seem frighten by this, there was too much anger in him now. Voldemort had gone way to far.
"Leave Harry out of this," Dumbledore said, as calmly as he could but there was a note of anger in his voice. Voldemort looked down to Harry and shook his head slowly.
"Albus, Albus, why would I ever do that? This isn't between you and me anymore; it is between Harry and myself. You were just dropped down to the third most powerful wizard," Voldemort told him.
"What?" Harry said with all of his might. The spell Voldemort had put on him had done its job as it was to; he couldn't even get every word that the two of them were saying. He heard a few words that he caught but it made no sense.
"You will find out sooner or later Harry but now, let me fill you in with a little secret that Albus has been hiding from you your whole life."
"Don't say another word Tom," Dumbledore said fiercely. Voldemort looked up to Dumbledore and smiled.
"Albus here was once one of my Death Eaters."
Lying
Harry didn't like the way Voldemort was holding him. He was holding him like a mother holds his/her baby. Even though he wanted to yell at him and tell him to put him down he couldn't. His voice had seemed to disappeared.
Dumbledore was staring at him. Harry gave him a simple nod to tell him that he was still himself. Dumbledore nodded and looked back to Voldemort.
"What are you going to do to him?" Dumbledore asked him. Voldemort put an awful grin on his face.
"What do you think Albus?" Voldemort asked wickedly. This made Harry shiver. Voldemort seemed to notice because he turned to Harry and looked him in the eye.
"Why did you shiver?" he asked him, giving him a cold, dark stare. Harry knew he had to lie or it would be the end of Dumbledore and himself.
"What do you mean, shiver?" Harry asked him as if he was the stupidest creature on earth. He was sure that Voldemort could see right threw him but he showed not.
"It means to shake and fear one," Voldemort replied to him. Then suddenly, Harry had no idea that this would happen; Voldemort drew one hand and covered Harry's mouth. Harry was freaked for the hair on the back of his neck stood up when this happened.
"Why do you try to lie Harry? I can see right threw you, read your mind." Voldemort said as he was clutching Harry in his grip. He still didn't put Harry down. Voldemort looked up to Dumbledore and started to speak once again.
"Did you give me the wrong spell or is Potter strong enough to overpass that spell also?" he asked him. Dumbledore looked at Harry instead of Voldemort, with a sort of gleam in his eye. Harry didn't return the gaze, he couldn't even think.
"Well?" Voldemort asked once again but this time there was a tone of impatience in his voice. Dumbledore couldn't say anything, he was going to die anyway.
"Do you know the answer Harry?" Voldemort asked, taking off the hand from Harry's mouth. Even if Harry wanted to tell him, which he didn't, he wouldn't be able to. His jaw had been injured by Voldemort's strong grip around it.
Voldemort had his wand out now. He was pointing it at Harry, which brought terror to Dumbledore. Would Voldemort kill him? He couldn't take it in, this had to be just an awful nightmare.
"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed, wand still pointing at Harry. Once again, the pain was so immense that he tried to get free from Voldemort's grip but it was hopeless. He screamed and screamed but there was no way that he could get away from him. Voldemort wouldn't let him go, he wouldn't even let him fall to the ground.
"Cruci...."
"LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" Dumbledore screamed. Voldemort stopped abruptly, looking up to Dumbledore with a sudden look of suprise on his face.
"What did you say to me?" Voldemort asked, now pointing his wand at Dumbledore. Dumbledore didn't seem frighten by this, there was too much anger in him now. Voldemort had gone way to far.
"Leave Harry out of this," Dumbledore said, as calmly as he could but there was a note of anger in his voice. Voldemort looked down to Harry and shook his head slowly.
"Albus, Albus, why would I ever do that? This isn't between you and me anymore; it is between Harry and myself. You were just dropped down to the third most powerful wizard," Voldemort told him.
"What?" Harry said with all of his might. The spell Voldemort had put on him had done its job as it was to; he couldn't even get every word that the two of them were saying. He heard a few words that he caught but it made no sense.
"You will find out sooner or later Harry but now, let me fill you in with a little secret that Albus has been hiding from you your whole life."
"Don't say another word Tom," Dumbledore said fiercely. Voldemort looked up to Dumbledore and smiled.
"Albus here was once one of my Death Eaters."