𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟎𝟐 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥, a cold sweat spread all throughout his skin with the strangest tingling feeling, sure he knew it, but this was Voldemort — he was anxious, nervous and livid.

Voldemort was rushing towards a hard heavy door which was guarded by one Peter Pettigrew, who transformed into a rat just as Voldemort flung him aside with a swift flick of his wand, he flew down a stone corridor, inside of them were multiple cells conjoined with one another and at the very end there was one that was lit only by a single candle that was simply a pile of wax on a plate — he rounded the corner and there she stood, Ophelia.

He wasn't how it possible how Voldemort moved so quickly all he knew was that Voldemort was now in the cell with Ophelia with his long bony hand clutched around her throat.

GET OFF OF HER!

"How did you do it?" He hissed at her, she gasped a little but grinned.

"Do what Tom?"

"You KNOW!" He bellowed, throwing her to the floor grabbing her by the hair and dragging her face to meet his once again as he seemed down at her -- "You dare lie to me!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" She bellowed back, he gripped her throat tighter, "What is it that you think I've done?!"

He grimaced down at her —
"How did you do it?"

"Do what?!"

"You were in my mind."

"I have no control over what preoccupies your thoughts Tom, that's on you — though I should remind you that I am still a minor-ugh!" She gasped as he gripped her throat to the point where she could feel her windpipe being crushed.

"Legillimens!" He cried inside his mind, the pressure building on her mind as she let out a gasp of pain, she looked up at him, yet it was though she was starting right through him, like she was looking right at Harry himself, he realised a moment later — "I'm in Azkaban!" She shouted.

She stared at Voldemort's face as it slowly turned into one of amusement as he watched her try to speak once again.

"I'm in Azkaban!" She tried again, she spoke the words in her mind but was mute, her lips wouldn't move to form the word Azkaban and as her eyes widened as she realised what he must've done Voldemort beamed back at her, triumph spread over his waxy features.

"A very very good attempt." He said coldly, "Very intuitive... very convincing."

She shuddered as his hand moved from her hair to her throat, his fingers splayed across her skin to hold her face close to his so they could see every detail of one another's face.

DON'T TOUCH HER!

So Harry could see every detail of what he had done to her, he knew it was to get under his skin — as though this was some sort of sport to undermine him - he saw the deep set circles under her eyes, the sporadic healing scars across her face, neck and shoulders - he saw the malice behind her eyes as she glared up at him, her gleaming purple eyes searching for any sign of him.

"But I too, learn from my mistakes... see, I realised when your mother was killed that the information sealed had to be given willingly... we could do anything to you and you wouldn't give up what you knew... and neither could the subject of the secret, if James and Lily Potter wanted to come to me directly and divulge the secret they could not... it had to be the secret keeper..."