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I'm Kidding

A/N: at the end of my last chapter I announced that it would be the final chapter. I lied, but quite I am hurt, no one tried to talk me out of it. With all the people who are alerted with my new chapters, and you can't even try to talk me out of my decision? I'm hurt. Deeply hurt! You have hurt my feelings! I hope you are happy!

Chapter 17:

Oliver and Madame Pomfrey finally landed after their swirl through space. It was dark and chilly. Oliver knew instantly it wasn't good. He stood slowly. He was still a little sore after his time of being tortured. That was when Oliver noticed. They were standing in an old cemetery.

"Mr. Wood. How wonderful to see you again." He paled. He knew that voice well. He had heard it many times over the last few weeks.

"Wormtail." He gulped. Wormtail chuckled. He held up his bundle.

"Don't forget about the Dark Lord. We've missed you dearly Ollie. The pair of us. And now we have you back." He waved his wand and Oliver was tied up again. He groaned. He was getting tired of being tied up. Even during kinky sex, he always tied someone else up. He had to remember that it wasn't comfortable.

"Fuck!" was all he could think to say. Voldemort chuckled inside his wrap.

"The boy should be finishing the maze soon," Pomfrey spoke up. It seemed as though she wasn't afraid of Voldemort. How, Oliver wasn't sure. He wouldn't admit it, but he was terrified of that gangly creepy looking thing. "You'll have everything you want. Now will you still let me kill the boy?"

"Of course," came the hiss from Voldemort. "We had a deal. You I always liked you my dear lady. In fact, as a boy, I had a bit of a crush on you." Pomfrey blushed. Oliver rolled his eyes. Flattery from a mass murderer, how sweet. "When Potter is dead, you can do whatever you want with our little guest. In fact," voldemort snapped his little fingers and pointed to Pomfrey. Wormtail brought the bundle closer to the nurse. She looked directly into Voldemort's disfigured face. "I will let you have fun now. Just keep him alive. Don't want to ruin tonight's adventures." Pomfrey smiled viciously. Oliver dramatically gulped. Oh boy.

She raised her wand. "Crucio!" She yelled. Pain shot through Oliver yet again. Blood slipped from his nose. His entire body compulsed. His organs and muscles felt as though they were twisting in little spiral patterns. Then she dropped her wand. She stepped closer and knelt down in from of him. Oliver spit his blood on her face.

"Bitch." Pomfrey calmly wiped the blood from her face.

"You had this coming to you little boy." She grabbed his chin. "You spent all of your time trying to act like an adult. A sex god, maybe. But you were nothing but a whore. You manipulated young boys to sleep with you. Countless lives ruined for your amusement. Including my son's."

"I didn't rape your son!" Oliver tried to yell, but his lungs felt like they were on fire. "He came onto me!"

"I know that," Oliver's eyes widened. "I've always known. But I couldn't very well have some faggot living under my roof. Every one thinks I disowned him. I didn't. I killed him." Oliver coughed up more blood. There was something wrong. The Crucatius Curse couldn't do this. He knew that. He's been hit with it enough to know. "And you know what? I didn't feel a drop of remorse. The way I see it. My son died the moment you put your disgusting hands on him." She slapped him. Oliver's teeth loosened inside his gums. Pomfrey instantly calmed down again. "I bet you are wandering what you are feeling right now. It's a little hex I've learned. See what it does is make your lungs collapse, thus killing you. Its how I killed my son." Oliver felt his fear swell up inside of him. "It's a very slow and painful death. However, since I can't actually kill you yet," the tightness in his chest disappeared. "I just figured I'd give you a taste of what you are in for. After the Dark Lord is through with you of course. But what's a good torturing if we don't throw in a little mental torture into the mix." She clapped her hands. Frederick stepped out from behind a mausoleum. He pulled a figure along with him. Oliver clenched the dirt, his skin paled once again.

Eric.

"No!" he yelled. Frederick shoved Eric to the ground. He raised his wand. "No please I'll do anything!" But it was too late.

"Avada Kadavra!" The life left Eric's eyes.