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Harry woke up with a start and immediately tried to sit up, causing the muscles in his arm to pull painfully against whatever restraint it was in. Chains. The clanking of the chain told him that his left hand was restrained to the bed. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and looked around. He was back in the room. Harry shivered involuntarily and pulled the covers closer to himself. It seemed that deathly cold had seeped into his bones. He had never felt so hollow. A thousand questions were swirling in his head. What had attacked him? Who was that woman? Had she made it out alive? Where was she? How had she known his name? And why had she been trying to protect him? But all of them slipped away when...,
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The question had been roared out and Harry felt his heart jump to his throat. It was Voldemort's voice but why did he sound so enraged. Harry's brain was still foggy and he was finding it extremely difficult to piece together thoughts,
"ANSWER ME!"
A shudder ran through his body and he couldn't control the erratic beating of his heart. He had never feared Lord Voldemort before but now…now he was far more than terrified. Voldemort's rage was affecting him extremely adversely and he realized that he couldn't breathe. It was too much. Harry gasped for breath and closed his eyes.
Harry felt Lord Voldemort's presence close to him and he tried to open his eyes. He failed. His eyelids were too heavy,
"What is your name?"
Harry was still gasping for breath. He felt a hand close around his throat and squeeze. His head was pounding, every cell in his body was screaming for oxygen. He writhed and struggled, his free hand desperately tried to pry the fingers away from his neck but Voldemort's grip was relentless. Harry fought until he felt like his head was about to explode. Harry begin to fall. he fell further and further into the darkness until it threatened to swallow him whole. Red and black splotches danced in front of his vision. The coldness he had felt upon waking up was completely gone. A desperate hot wave had come over him, warming him. His heart was beating rapidly in panic. The urgency for air was more apparent than ever.
Harry's hand grew limp and so did his struggling, writhing body. He was going to die. The pressure vanished from his throat and Harry drew in several deep breaths greedily. He gulped and tried to open his eyes again but couldn't. Harry cried out as he felt his hair being gripped and yanked roughly,
"I want answers. And when you have provided them, I shall kill you. Your cooperation throughout this interrogation will determine if I shall make your death painful or painless. Do you understand?"
Harry's scalp was burning with pain,
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Harry nodded his head quickly causing his headache to worsen and the pain in his scalp to flare up. Voldemort released his hair and spoke,
"What is your name?"
Hadn't he told Lord Voldemort his name. When Harry remained silent for a while. Voldemort grabbed onto his hair again and tugged at them threateningly,
"Talk."
Harry swallowed and spoke,
"Harry."
Voldemort tsked and pulled roughly. A cry escaped Harry's lips,
"Your full name."
Harry's eyes watered with the pain,
"Harry Potter."
Voldemort growled and Harry felt several of his hair part from his scalp,
"Tell me about your parents."
Harry tried to speak but the pain in his scalp and head was growing unbearable. He tried to string together words but he was interrupted with a sharp pang of pain every time he tried,
"I…I never knew my parents."
Voldemort laughed maniacally at that,
"How did they die?"
Harry's body was trembling uncontrollably,
"They died in a snow storm."
Harry heard Voldemort laugh again. He didn't understand what was happening or why Lord Voldemort was so enraged? Something told him it wasn't about his most recent adventure. This was different. Why was Lord Voldemort suddenly asking him about his past? And why was he finding the death of his parents so amusing?
"When did they die?"
Harry spoke,
"When I was one year old."
He felt Voldemort's grip loosen on his hair and he repressed a sigh as the pain in his scalp lessened to a more bearable degree,
"Who did you live with after their death?"
Harry realized that his quick replies were the only thing that was going to save him from any more torment. Voldemort was going to kill him after this interrogation. He might as well die painlessly,
"My aunt and uncle."
The next question took Harry off guard,
"Did they care about you?"
Harry wanted to admit how much they had hated him, how terrible his life with them had been but whining about a life he was going to lose to his killer wasn't exactly dignified so he nodded his head,
"They cared about me very much."
Instantly Harry's vision went red as extreme pain shot through his body and he screamed. The pain vanished as soon as it had appeared and Harry just wanted to curl into himself,
"THAT should be your first and last lie."
Harry couldn't comprehend how Voldemort had caused him that much pain. All he knew was that he didn't want to feel it again. He felt Voldemort's finger caress his cheek and Harry shivered involuntarily with dread,
"I have seen your memories. I know exactly how much your relatives cared about you."
Harry tried to open his eyes again and failed miserably. He was beginning to realize that it was probably Voldemort that had done this to prevent him from seeing him. His curiosity was overwhelming his fear again and he didn't like it. It seemed Voldemort was going to kill him as painfully as possible because the questions slipped from his tongue,
"My memories? But how?"
Harry felt Voldemort's grip return on his hair and his scalp protested painfully,
"There is no need for you to know how I watched your memories. All you need to know is that I did and I discovered that your life has been miserable and pitiful."
Harry couldn't stop the bitter laugh that escaped his lips. Voldemort had definitely seen his memories and he was astounded by how aptly he had described his life in two words. Miserable and Pitiful. A cry escaped his lips when Voldemort gripped his chin,
"There is one more thing that you should know before I kill you."
Harry didn't know why but it was as if his body had caught on to the fact that he was going to be killed and he began struggling desperately to get away from Voldemort.
Every thought flew from his head and he grew extremely still as he felt Voldemort's warm breath tickle his ear,
"I killed your parents, Harry. And I shall kill you."
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