Harry Potter's Sister

Chapter 28: Please Say This Dramatically: Nooooooooooooo

Harry's POV

When Pettigrew knocked Jenny out again and dragged her threw the archway he came from, I lost all hope.

All happiness drained out if me.

A piece if me is now lost.

And possibly never to return in a million years.

"Now I am going to prove my power by killing him, now, in front of you all. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which one of us is stronger. Now Wormtail, untie him."  Can someone say forceful?

As Wormtail approched me, I tried my best to find the feeling in my legs so I wouldn't tumble to the round. That would be humiliating.

He raised his brand new shiny silver hand and struck a dagger through the chords binding me. I stood up on my own this time and the Death Eaters and Voldemort circled closer together, filling the gaps of missing Death Eaters, in case I tried to escape.

"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort ask me. As if I'll answer to him! Instead of even looking like I knew he was speaking, I just took a step forward as I remembere dthe dueling club that taught me absolutely nothing . . .or so I thought. All I had learned was one Disarming Spell, "Expelliarmus". . .and that seems like no use.

I might as well try if it means getting Jenny back. Although he never said he would giver back. Well it could mean getting Jenny bach because if I live. I can report this and Dumbledore will have a search party looking for my awesome sister.

Okay, she is rubbing off on me, since when do I say awesome? My word has always been brilliant! 

"We bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said, bending a bit. I didn't bow; I didn't accept a frickin' duel!! This guy-if you could call him that-is unbelievable! "Come, the niceties must be observed. . . .Dumbledore would like you to show manners. . . .bow to death, Harry!"

The Death Eaters were laughing and Voldemort was smiling, he makes me sick to my stomach.

"I said, bow," Voldemort said, raisinghis wand - i felt my spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending it ruthlessly forward, and the Deathh Eaters laughed as if they may never see sunrise.

"Very good," spoke Voldemort softly. Okay bald, noseless man! Let's get one thing straight!

I. Am. Not. A. Dog!

"And now you face me like a man. . . .straight backed and proud, the way your ather died. . . .

"And now - we duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before I could do anything to defend myself, he hit me with the Cruciatus Curse. What the shiz balls! 

The pain was so intense! What does it mean? Okay, Jenny was right; I would never want to be hit with this curse for as long as I lived, but apparenty that may stop short and soon. 

I had the sudden urge to say, "That was impressive for a guy as old as you!" But I bit my tongue because that might just not be the best raod to head down right now. 

Instead, I ignored the pain. I scrambled to my feet and since I was so dizzy - cough, Voldy's fault, cough - I ramed straight into the Death Eaters who were watching this like a soccer game. But nly they were having a good time. They pushed me in front of them, towards their master. Cowards.

"A little break," Voldemort began, his slit,nose thingies popping out from excitement, "A little pause,. That hurt, didn't it Harry? You don't want me to do tht again, do you?"