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Chapter 7: The Big Question

There was something going on, I know it........ and I'm going to find out in anyway possible.....even if I need to force the dark lord to do so...

Harry sneaked into The Slytherin Dorms in the middle of the night and sat on Tom's bed once more. He raised his wand and put privacy wards around them. Tom raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner at him. Harry emotionlessly looked at him with his strangely darkened emerald eyes. It was darkened to the point of it almost look black.

"Well? Are you going to stare at me the whole night or are you going to ask me something?" drawled Tom. Tom was, in fact, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. He's dreading what Harry's here for. Dreading.

"Well….I wanted to know what you wanted back then," said Harry quietly. Strangely, Tom does not feel the presence of the emerald aura of the Nameless in the air around them. It only means one thing: Harry's not here for a normal talk. He's here for an interrogation. Tom felt his insides get cold. I shouldn't fear him. No, it's not fear at all.

"What I wanted back then?" Seeing a dark emotion on Harry's face that almost brought shivers to him, Tom kept his voice as quiet as Harry's....He knows when to be serious about something, after all. The look on Harry's face was all he needed to know.

"You know, when you tortured Sirius, you wanted something…"

Flashback: Page 726-728 of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

He was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last.....The black door swung open for him as usual, and here he was in the circular room with its many doors....

Straight across the stone floor and through the second door....patches of dancing light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanic clicking, but no time to explore, he must hurry....

He jogged the last few feet to the third door, which swung open just like the others...

Once again he was in the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres....His heart was beating very fast now...He was going to get in there this time...When he reached number ninety-seven he turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows...

But there was a shape on the floor at the very end, a black shape moving upon the floor like a wounded animal...Harry's stomach contracted with fear...with excitement...

A voice issued from his own mouth, a high, cold voice empty of any human kindness, "Take it for me...Lift it down, now...I cannot touch it...but you can..."

The black shape upon the floor shifted a little. Harry saw a long-fingered white hand clutching a wand rise on the end of his own arm...heard the high, cold voice say, "Crucio!"

The man on the floor let out a scream of pain, attempted to stand but fell back, writhing. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand, the curse lifted, and the figure groaned and became motionless.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting..."

Very slowly, his arms trembling, the man on the ground raised his shoulders a few inches and lifted his head. His face was bloodstained and gaunt, twisted in pain and yet frigid with defiance...

"You'll have to kill me," whispered Sirius.

"Undoubtedly I shall in the end," said the cold voice. "But you will fetch it for me first, Black...You think you have felt pain thus far? Think again...We have hours ahead of us and nobody to hear you scream..."

Harry rushed there instantly, when he, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Neville came there after escaping Umbridge and using thestrals, Sirius was already unconscious. It turned out that the dark lord got bored of torturing him and simply used Legilimency at him. Fortunately, the information is unable to be seen since the oath he made to Dumbledore insured that. In the end, Lord Voldemort simply left him there to die from blood loss and went to find other ways so that he himself can touch it. Harry and the group, which now included Sirius, ran into other death eaters who were trying to help their master in finding the weapon. They ran into Voldemort and Harry battled with him while Dumbledore and the Order came, helping the D.A. members out. Then Harry and Voldemort was transported here.

End of Flashback

Tom released a deep sigh, preparing himself. When did he start answering this boy's questions truthfully? He doesn't know. His instincts of self-preservation is buzzing, pushing him to tell the truth. And so he did tell the truth.

"It was a weapon I wanted," said Tom quietly, looking at anywhere except Harry's darkened, scary eyes.

"A weapon? What weapon? The weapon that the ministry thinks Dumbledore is creating?"

"Yes....except he wasn't creating the weapon, he was protecting it. From me. From you. From the both of us."

"What was it?"

"The Veil of Death"

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