DISCLAIMER: I STILL DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.
Harry jumped out of the way with Hermione safely.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, SNAPE?" Harry screamed with a hatred burning brighter than ever for the former Potions teacher.
"Not much, Potter. Just wanted to deliver you to the Dark Lord. Come with me, Potter, and you won't be hurt too badly, in a physical sense. However, emotionally, you will DIE!"
"Why should I trust you? I never had before. Explain to me why I should trust you now," Harry demanded, arms still wrapped around Hermione. "I know you want to, but you can't take my life!"
"Oh, don't worry, Potter. It's not your life the Dark Lord wants. It's hers." He pointed to Hermione with a contorted grin of pure malice. "Hand me the girl, Potter, and you will live. But either way, you will eventually be killed once and for all by the Dark Lord!"
Still can't say your "Dark Lord's" name yet, eh? Well here you go. Voldemort."
"Oh, Potter, now you've done it! Ha! Now I can dispose of both of you at once!" Snape lowered his wand towards Harry's head. "Here you go, Potter. Time to get dirty."
Harry sunk to the ground. Snape was such a dirty fiend. The Imperius Curse. Total control. Snape was now able to make Harry do anything. Including kill.