The Prophecy

"Tell me Potter, or I'll force it out off you!" Voldemort barked.
"Never! You want the prophecy? You'll have to make me!" Harry yelled. The on looking students' eyes widened again. They couldn't even say the Dark Lord's name, let alone yell at him.

"The prophecy? You mean the one from the Department of Mysteries?" Ron whispered quickly to Hermione.

Everyone around them seemed to be listening intently, eyes all focused on either Harry, Hermione or Ron, while every few seconds flicking back to look at Voldemort in terror. They had never been told what had happened when some of their classmates had disappeared, only to return bruised and battered in their 5th year. It had been rumored that they had been to the Ministry of Magic, but whenever they queried about the incident, those few students and teachers that knew what had happened always managed to change the subject. Also, since everything kept in the Department of Mysteries was a complete secret, any information about what was inside was rare and valuable. And almost always impossible to obtain.

"It must be… but I thought it was smashed and never heard…" Hermione whispered back, looking confused. Did Harry really know what the prophecy was? If he did, why had he never told them? "Alright Potter, have it your way!" Voldemort snarled, "Imperio!" as he flicked his wand.
Harry felt that same feeling he had felt before in the graveyard that night of his 4th year, that feeling of floating, all his worries were gone and he felt relaxed and happy.
Tell me the prophecy.
No Tell me the prophecy!
Never! I'll never tell you!

The voices fought in his head while the whole school watched Harry, wondering if he was strong enough to throw off the curse once again, as they had watched him do so in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class in their 4th year at Hogwarts.

How dare you refuse me! What is the prophecy! TELL ME NOW POTTER!

"NEVER!" Harry screamed out loud, throwing off the curse completely. The happy feeling was gone, and the realization of whom he was fighting against sunk in again. Small gasps were uttered around the Hall. Harry was able to defeat one of the Unforgivable Curses, one cast, more importantly by the darkest wizard of all time.

"Is that so, Potter?" Voldemort spat venomously, "Well maybe some pain will loosen your tongue"
"Never. I will never give in that easily!" Harry growled.
"We shall see…" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, "Let's find out how long you can last against my Cuciatus Curse… CRUCIO!" Voldemort roared. Harry tried to raise his wand to block the curse, but was still rather dazed from the Imperius Curse; he didn't manage to react quickly enough.
Harry fell to the floor as the curse hit him, withering in pain, but refusing to give Voldemort the satisfaction of crying out. The students around the Hall stared, horrified at the scene before them, or cringed and looked away.

It felt like someone was driving red-hot blades into his body, pain searing up his spine. He was gritting his teeth, trying not to give Voldemort the pleasure of seeing Harry shrieking in the pain that he was causing. Harry tried to hang on, but a scream slipped past his lips before he could stop it, followed quickly by whimpers and other screams that Harry did his best to suppress.

Hermione shrieked, "Stop! Please stop!" while Ron face grew paler and paler by the minute. Ginny was staring at Harry's withering form, tears flowing steadily down her face.
Voldemort lifted his wand and the pain ended. With his eyes watering slightly and his breathing heavy, Harry shakily got back to his feet and stared defiantly at Voldemort.

"I'd advise you tell me the prophecy Harry." Voldemort said dangerously.
"Or what? You'll torture me again? Go ahead! I'll never tell you!" Harry said, raising his wand.
"No Harry, something much worse…" Voldemort said, an evil grin spreading slowly across his face, his eyes not on Harry, but scanning the crowd.
Harry froze as he saw Voldemort's eyes come to rest on Hermione. He waved his wand and she floated towards him while she struggled against the ropes that held her tightly to the splinter of wood that was once one of the house tables.
"Hermione!" Ron called, panicked, as her watched her float away from beside him.

Voldemort turned back to Harry as Hermione came to rest in the air next to him, "So Harry, it's your choice. Tell me the prophecy or I torture the mudblood. I daresay she probably wont take it as well as you did." He said, enjoying the look horror, panic and hatred on Harry's face.
"Don't you dare!" Harry yelled, "Leave my friends out of this! It's me you want"
"Tell me the prophecy, or she dies slowly, and you'll have to watch her suffer." Voldemort held his wand up the Hermione's neck threateningly.
Harry looked to Hermione, the to Voldemort, "Fine"
"Harry! No!" Hermione whimpered, "Don't tell him"
"I have to… I have no choice…" Harry sighed in a defeated tone, looking from her to Ron.