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Harry P.O.V (*Remember Dumbledore is seeing all this since he's reading Harry's mind)
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Harry woke up finding himself lying on his back on a cold floor. His body shivered from the cold bricks that formed the wall against his back as he sat up. He felt something hard around his wrists. He down at them to find they were shackled by long chains against the wall. After a better look at his surroundings, it looked like he was in a prison. He stood up and tried pulled to pull the shackled chains. However, the more he pulled, the more his wrists burned from them.
"How do you like the potion you were given Potter? I'm sure it wasn't such a horrible taste."
Harry's froze when the door in front of him opened and watched Voldemort glide into the dark cell. He tried to ignore the sharp tingling feeling from his scar
"Voldemort." Harry said with disdain.
"Oh little Potter still hasn't learned not to say the Dark Lord's name. May I my Lord?"
Harry felt hatred boil inside him when saw the murderer walk in that killed his godfather.
"Of course Bellatrix. I think punishing Potter should be entertaining for now. Voldemort said also pointed they wands at Harry's chest.
"CRUCIO!" Harry screamed as he withered on the ground. Harry always thought it would hurt from 2 torture spells, but he never imagined it to be this painful. They kept the spell on him until he was too tired to move or think.
"Stand up Potter or I'll make you." Voldemort threatened when the pain was finally gone.
Harry reluctantly obeyed using the wall to support his shaky leg, since he didn't want to lie on the ground facing Voldemort or Belatrix.
"What do you want Voldemort? And why did you have Malfoy give me that potion? Where are we?" Voldemort lip curled.
"Well to answer you last question, we are in you mind. Thanks to the potion, inside your mind is now a dark prison. Do you like the view Potter?'
My mind?
"No, I don't."Harry answered honestly.
It reminded him memories of being locked up in the cupboard or in his room at the Dursleys.
Voldemort ignored his comment.
"Well before I tell you about he potion more, I'll give you chance to tell me what you know about the prophesy."
"I don't know anything." Harry lied stubbornly.
Voldemort nodded his head toward Bellatrix.
"CRUCIO!"
Harry fell down on his knees and screamed in agony.
"Tell me what the prophesy is, or you will deal with the effects of the potion." Voldemort said coolly, running his finger down Harry's scar.
Harry bit back his lip to stop himself from screaming.
"Why should I? Going to use the torture spell on me until I say I know what it is when I don't?" Harry said with more confidence than he really has.
"So you rather deal with the potion effects instead of telling me the truth Potter? You're going to waste your parents' and Sirius' sacrifices?" Voldemort said causually running his finger again on Harry's scar, making it burn horribly again. This time, he couldn't hold back his scream.
"They will understand." Harry said quietly avoiding Voldemort's eyes.
The truth was Harry wasn't sure if his parents or Sirus would be ashamed of him if Voldemort killed him through this trap. He could help to wonder if they would regret getting killed for him.
There was a long silence before Voldemort and took his hand off Harry's forehead.
"I guess I have no choice but to have the potion destroy you instead." Voldemort said quietly with an evil smirk.
"What is that supposed to mean? Harry said in a confident tone trying to hide his fear.
"The potion obviously put you into coma. But it does more than that Potter. Just now Belatrix and I were able to torture you in your mind. But those are not the only reasons why I gave you that potion."
"What else can the potion do?" Harry asked afraid of the answer.
"Love has always been your strength, hasn't it Potter?" Voldemort asked causally.
"Yes." Harry said with pride.
"Then would this alert you when I tell you I can weaken your strength." Harry panicked.
"What do you mean?"
Voldemort smiled as he flicked his wand and an hour glass showed up on top of his hand. Then he flicked is wand, the small hour glass turn larger, and appeared right beside Harry.
Harry got a better look at the hour glass, its frame around the glass looking as dark black as the night's sky. Judging the size, it seems to be 2 times bigger than his height. Inside, he notices a long, thin, transparent tube going down the middle of the hour glass, with water flowing from the end to the floor. He then looked at the top to see where the water was coming from. A huge flask like container sat on top of the tube, holding a lot of water.
Comprehension that dawned on Harry turned to panic: The amount of water was enough to fill the hourglass, and if Voldemort put Harry inside that…
"This is your plan? To drown me?" Harry asked doing the best to hide his fear that he couldn't swim well. "That's supposed to weaken my strength to love?"
"My, my, Potter boy is smarter than he looks!" Belatrix said putting her had on Harry's chin.
Immediately Harry wrenched his chin out of her gasp and backed away with disgust.
"Don't touch me you murderer!"
Belatrix just smirked at him with her wand pointed at him.
"CRUCIO!"
"Don't worry Potter you won't die from drowning in water." Voldemort told Harry after the spell was lifted. "When it fills all the way up…let's just say after I activate a spell, you will forget about those who love you and only remember those who hate you and any guilt you have." Harry panicked.
"WHAT?!"
"Basically, your will to live and fight will be crushed ." Voldemort rephrased. "I believe you are still guilty about your godfather? I can't blame you, since it was your fault."
No, it wasn't my fault. It wasn't. Harry kept telling himself. However, deep down, he didn't believe those words. .
"I'm sure your friends are going to try to help you. But I'm going to make it difficult for them.
"How are you going to do that?" Harry asked dreading the answer.
"You see Potter, your mind is not only a prison, it's also right now like a maze. They are so many doors to open, lot of corridors to run through. It won't be easy for him or her to find the door to your prison. "Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry.
With a blink of an eye, Harry found himself standing in the puddle of water inside the hour glass. Then he felt his arms go around the pole, above his shoulders, and felt a rope tie his wrist together.
He struggled to free his hands, desperate to be able to get out of the soar position, only the ropes tighten the more he tried.
"Don't bother to try Potter. You're only hurting yourself more. Those will never come off without magic."
Defeated, Harry stopped struggling, mostly because he didn't think he could stand anymore pressure from the ropes. He glared hatefully at Voldemort when he placed is hand on the glass.
"This hour glass is enchanted. You can never break out this yourself until Belatrix and I are forced out of your mind by someone close to you." Voldemort explained to a paled face Harry, as he moved his hand on the glass. "I'm going to give you an hour, before I put activate the spell on you. I promise before I destroy you, I will find out the prophesy. " After saying that, Voldemort started to walk out the door. "Oh, and I will know when someone find you. It should be fun to take away another love one in front of you. Love is such a horrible weakness, if you ask me."
"Enjoy you memories while you still can Potter!" Belatrix said, laughing with glee, as she followed Voldemort.
When Harry saw the door close, he finally let the tears, he was holding back, fall down on his face.
"I'm so sorry mom, dad, Sirus, Professor Dumbledore, and everyone." Harry sobbed, watching the water on the floor now cover his shoes. "I failed all of you."
Dumbledore gasped when he finally pulled himself from Harry's mind.
"Professor what's going on? Why did Harry look like he was attacked by the torture spell?" Ron asked worried.
"Why were his wrists burning?" Hermione asked frantically. "Was Voldemort injuring him?" Dumbledore shook his head.
"We don't have much time. We only have an hour. Severus and I figured out a solution, but it requires for you Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, as Harry's closest friends, to answer this important question.
"What is it professor?" Hermione asked.
"Do you know who Harry is in love with?"
Everyone, except Professor Snape, stared at the headmaster, shocked silence.
So what do you guys think about the evil potion now? I thought it would make sense Voldemort would try to weaken Harry's strength to love, since he does know that's what saved him since he was a baby.
I hope you guys like this idea.
If you guys are confused about anything, let me know!
Thank you SaphiraMorgan for your advice and help!
Next chapter might take a while. I'm struggling a little bit on the dialogue and details.
I bet all of you know what shocking news Ginny is going to receive!
Who do you think is going to tell Dumbledore who Harry is in love with Ginny? If you ask me, it's pretty obvious.