Chapter VII - Interrogation
"Let's try this one more time..." The man looked up from where he had fallen to see an unearthly figure stepping into the light. He spoke quietly, but the man knew there was nothing quiet about him. "Where is the prophecy?"
The man opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Terror held him captive, unarmed and staring what he was sure was his death in the face. As if instinctively he pawed at the floor, searching for the wand he knew had already been snapped, but he couldn't bring his eyes away from the one person he knew and feared simply by name. There was a pause from Voldemort as he raised his hand and motioned to the shadows.
"Come here."
The darkness around them began to move and shift here and there as people, cloaked in black and masked, shuffled to let one figure through. Unlike the others, this one wore no mask- the man was nearly surprised to see a woman before him. Both the woman and Voldemort stared at him as Voldemort spoke again, his voice chilling the man to the bone.
"Show our guest how we end conversations with the noncompliant."
The woman pulled a wand out of her sleeve and, without so much as a word, flourished it in the man's direction. For a moment excruciating pain ripped through his body, before it was extinguished. Voldemort had taken out his wand and stopped her. It was then that the man heard the last two words he knew he'd ever hear.
"Kill him."