Harry Potter and the Slytherin Connection

Chapter 4

Back to Hogwarts

I did not just cast that curse. I didn't.

The quiet in the compound was telling though. All Harry could do was stare as the other Death Eater helped Malfoy to his feet. Although Harry lacked the power to do the curse properly, especially without a wand, Malfoy had been thrown four feet.

Malfoy leveled a glare at Harry that was a combination of surprise and contempt.

"Oh, dear," said Voldemort. "Harry, have you lost your temper again?"

Harry's anger was still there but now it was accompanied by fear. Now was as good a time as any to test Snape's theory and Voldemort's assurances.

"That's not all I've lost, Voldemort. I'm out of patience as well," said Harry. "I'm leaving."

Harry started walking towards his tent to get his stuff. He only made it half way when he was hit with the full impact of the Cruciatus Curse. Intense, all-consuming pain pierced every inch of his body as he fell to the ground, screaming.

When it stopped, he rolled over and took a couple of deep breaths. He felt Voldemort approaching and struggled to his feet, shaking. Harry turned to face him just as Voldemort reached him.

Voldemort grabbed his face.

"Harry," said Voldemort. "I warned you what would happen if you lost your temper again."

Harry could only stare into those red eyes. The pain was so great. And it was getting worse. Harry's legs were shaking and when they finally gave out, he hit his knees. Voldemort was still holding on, holding his face up so he could see Harry's face.

"How bad is it, Harry?" said Voldemort. "Is it worse than the Cruciatus Curse? So bad you can't even scream."

Voldemort raised his other hand and reached towards Harry's face. The pain was building. Harry felt his whole body screaming out in anguish. Harry stared into those red eyes and felt the hand grow closer. Harry knew what Voldemort was going to do.

Voldemort's finger touched the scar and it felt as if Harry's soul had exploded. The scream was ripped from his lungs and he didn't even feel the ground as he hit it. Voldemort had released him but the pain was still coursing through him.

Harry wasn't sure how long he laid there. Someone approached and bent to one knee before him.

"Potter?" It was Snape.

It took every ounce of strength but Harry managed to push himself to his hands and knees. He felt liquid running down his face. Was he crying? He didn't doubt it. He put a hand to his face and opened his eyes. Complete blackness.

"Potter?" called Snape again and this time Harry looked up. "Good God," Snape muttered. "Harry, can you get up? You're bleeding."

Harry? Snape had never called Harry by his first name in his life but Harry wasn't concerned with blood. He took a deep breath. "I can't see," said Harry.

"All right, Harry. Just hang on. I'll be right back."

Snape returned a few seconds later.

"We have to get you to Hogwarts," said Snape. "And I mean immediately. You'll have to apparate yourself there. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I don't have the strength," said Harry.

"You have too or you'll bleed to death," said Snape. "Focus and you'll make it."

Harry closed his eyes again. This is worse than a nightmare! He concentrated, trying to picture the Gryffindor common room. The atmosphere around him felt different but Harry couldn't stay conscious long enough to figure out where he ended up.

Harry ached all over. It felt like ever fiber of his body was bruised. He tried to lift his arm and every muscle in him protested. He groaned in response but considered at least he wasn't dead.

"Harry?" The voice was Remus Lupin's. "Harry, can you hear me?"

"Yes," said Harry weakly. "Where's Sirius?"

"Sirius is still out looking for you. We're trying to get a message to him," said Remus. "You're very lucky Hermione is such a fanatic about facts. If she hadn't gone back to the tower to get a book, you could have bled to death."

"You mean I'm not dead?" said Harry. "This isn't Hell."

"That isn't funny, Harry," said Remus.

Harry wanted to say that Voldemort would have thought it was but didn't think Remus would have appreciated it. The thought of Voldemort made Harry groan again. "Tell Sirius if I ever lose my temper, he has every right, and my permission, to thrash me."

"Severus told us what happened," said Remus. "It's lucky for you that he convinced Voldemort to let you come back here."

"Severus Snape," said Harry. "You can tell Professor Snape that his debt to my father is paid in full and I am now in his debt."

"Well, as honored as I am to have famous Harry Potter in my debt," Harry heard Snape say, "Save the gratitude for later. I have the potion for your eyes and I'm afraid it's going to hurt."

"More pain," muttered Harry. "Oh good."

"No more than you deserve for the worry you put us through," said Remus.

"I'm sorry," said Harry. "Next time I'll do what I'm told and not what I think is best."

"Wise advice," said Snape. "Are you ready?"

"I guess," said Harry. He felt Snape lean over him and place a drop of liquid into each of his eyes. Harry blinked a couple of times, absorbing the drops. Harry screamed, feeling as if white hot pokers were thrust into his eyes. His hands covered his eyes.

The pain only lasted a second though and Harry took a few breaths to recover.

"Nasty stuff, Professor," said Harry.

"Well, let's see if it worked," said Snape.

Harry moved his hands and blinked a few times as light filled the room. Everything was a blur and he automatically reached for his glasses. He slid them onto his face and peered around.

"Potions," said Harry. "Bottle fame, brew glory, stopper death - and make a blind boy see."

"So you do pay attention in my class," said Snape.

"I do," said Harry. "And the drops worked."

"Good," said Snape. He turned to the door. "You can let them in now."

Mrs. Pomfrey open the door and Ron and Hermione ran in, both of them busting with questions.

They were sitting in the grass near the lake. Harry had just told them everything. He laid down on his back, letting them absorb it. It had been three days since he had woken up in the hospital and although he felt pretty good, he was still weak and tired easily.

"So, you're the heir of Gryffindor," said Ron looking more impressed than jealous. "No wonder you're rich."

"I inherited it, Ron," said Harry. "It isn't like I earned it. I can't help what I was born as. The same as I can't help that my name happens to be Harry Potter - a fact I'm starting not to like at all."

"You wouldn't actually join him though, would you, Harry?"

Harry looked up at Ron. "Join Voldemort," said Harry. "The wizard who murdered my parents, has been trying to kill me since I was a year old, who now treats me like his favorite pet and derives great satisfaction in seeing me in agony? That Voldemort? Of course. I'm looking forward to it."

Ron laughed. Hermione looked horrified.

"Oh, Harry," said Hermione. "It just doesn't seem fair. All the stuff you have to deal with."

"Well as long as I have you two to help me, I guess I'll do all right. And I have a back up plan."

"You do?" said Ron. "What is it?"

"I'll change my name, move to Bulgaria and play Quidditch with Viktor Krum."

"Now that's a bloody brilliant plan," said Ron.

Harry laughed. Staring up at the sky, he was the first to see Hedwig circling. Harry sat up. He got the feeling it wouldn't be good news. Hedwig settled on Harry's out-stretched arm and held out her leg. Harry took the note off and Hedwig soared away.

I hear you are recovering well, Harry. I'm sure it won't be long before I see you again. Don't forget I still have your wand, your broom and your owl.

Oh, and, Harry, you don't happen to be missing a large black dog, are you?

Chapter 5

The Duel

Harry groaned.

"What is it, Harry?" said Hermione.

"Voldemort's got Sirius," Harry told them. "I've got to go back."

"No, Harry," said Hermione. "It's too dangerous."

"I've got to."

"Harry, talk to Dumbledore and Remus first. There has to be some sort of plan," said Ron.

"Well, if there's a plan, they should be keeping me informed because I'm the one who has to deal with him," said Harry, sounding as bitter as he felt. "I have to face the most powerful evil wizard in history and they don't tell me anything." Harry stood up.

"Harry, please-"

Harry ignored Hermione's pleas and closed his eyes, picturing Sirius.

What a nightmare.

Harry was facing the cage where a large black dog got to his feet upon seeing Harry. Harry waited, but Sirius didn't transform. He felt Voldemort approaching behind him and waited until he was close enough.

"Why can't he transform?" said Harry, his eyes still fixed on the form of his godfather.

"Because, Harry, I don't want him too."

Harry turned to face Voldemort. "I'd like to talk to him," said Harry.

"Will you beg me, Harry?" said Voldemort.

"I won't beg you for anything, Voldemort. But it would be a nice gesture on your part."

The chuckle grated on Harry's nerves. Voldemort raised a hand toward Harry's face but stopped inches away. Harry didn't move. He stared into Voldemort's eyes, defiantly enduring the pain in his head.

"So who ever said I was nice?" said Voldemort.

"Well I certainly never did," said Harry.

"Ah, Harry," said Voldemort. "I have missed you." He lowered his hand and waved his wand at the cage. "Very well. We will talk later." He walked away and Harry turned back to the cage where Sirius stood looking down on him with a less than pleasant look on his face.

"Sirius-"

"Not now, Harry," said Sirius. "I'm too angry to hear your explanations. Just listen. I'm here as part of the plan."

"Plan? What plan?"

"I'm the designated hostage to get Voldemort to let you go back to school. We just need to motivate him in that direction."

"Well, I don't like that plan," said Harry. "Why you?"

"Would you rather see Ron or Hermione in this cage?" said Sirius.

"I'd rather not see anyone in it," said Harry, his anger growing. "And I don't mind telling you that I'm not at all happy with the fact that everyone, including Voldemort, is making plans for my life. Not only that, but without even telling me what those plans are."

"Harry, lower your voice-"

"I'm not a child anymore, Sirius-"

"Harry, you haven't lost your temper again all ready?" said Voldemort. "And with your godfather."

"He was just making a point, Voldemort," said Sirius.

Voldemort looked at Harry. "What point was that?"

"It-"

Voldemort silenced Sirius by raising his wand. Sirius immediately turned back into the dog. "Sirius, Harry has a tongue. I'm quite familiar with it, so kindly let him answer for himself." He turned again to Harry. "Well?"

Harry knew he better have a damn good answer, one that would appease Voldemort or he was going to be put in more pain. "I was only stressing that I didn't appreciate having to deal with the most powerful dark wizard in history armed only with ignorance," said Harry.

Voldemort stared hard into Harry's eyes. "Very good, Harry," he said softly then turned to Sirius. "He has a valid point."

Voldemort left them and Harry leaned against the cage and sank to a seat beside it. He felt a paw on his shoulder and looked up. "You may not want to believe it, Sirius, but I'm not as helpless as everyone seems to think I am." Harry sighed and rested his head back on the bars, closing his eyes. "I've managed to take everything he's thrown at me and I'm still alive so I guess that makes me pretty durable."

"Or incredibly lucky."

Harry opened his eyes at the sound of Snape's voice.

"That too," agreed Harry.

"So you didn't do what you were told - again," said Snape, looking disapproving.

"How can I do what I'm told when no one tells me anything."

"Well it hardly matters," said Snape. He looked at Sirius. "It looks as if both plans are progressing exactly the way they were intended."

"Both plans?" said Harry.

"Yes, Dumbledore's and Voldemort's."

"I don't suppose you're going to enlighten me?" said Harry.

"I can't," said Snape.

"I figured as much."

September 1^st was approaching fast and it seemed to Harry that all these plans that were allegedly in effect were getting him no where. Voldemort continued to test Harry's powers, which apparently were increasing at a remarkable pace if Snape and Sirius were to be believed.

Voldemort was pleased though and since both Snape and Sirius kept telling Harry to keep Voldemort happy, Harry guessed he was doing his job.

Harry had been reading more than he had in his life. Mostly out of boredom, but he was learning a great deal about the wizarding world. He was tempted to read Hogwarts, A History (he had a copy in his tent), but decided Hermione might get mad if Harry could answer his own questions about the school.

He had a book about the Dark Arts open in his lap presently as he sat in his chair in front of the fire. Sure enough he found his name in it. He also noted it did indeed state that he was the heir of Gryffindor. Harry wondered why Hermione didn't know that fact before he did.

"You aren't trying to sneak up on me again, are you, Voldemort?" said Harry as he felt the flinch point. Harry had noticed that once Voldemort was close enough, it was usually the time that the pain would make Harry flinch.

There was the chuckle. "No, Harry," said Voldemort as he circled the fire. "I-"

A commotion in the camp drew their attention to a Death Eater who was entering the compound with a prisoner who was tied by the wrists and gagged and blindfolded.

"I guess they found someone for you to play with," said Harry. He dismissed the prisoner until he heard Sirius.

"Harry," called Sirius. "It's Ron."

Harry jumped to his feet and watched as his friend was dragged by his wrists towards the fire.

He immediately turned on Voldemort. "What is the meaning of this? You have-"

"Harry," Voldemort raised a hand. "I have no idea what your friend is doing here."

Voldemort turned to the Death Eater who turned out to be Wormtail, which just made Harry angrier. "What is going on, Wormtail?"

"I found him in Hogsmeade, Master," said Wormtail, looking very pleased. "I thought..."

"You thought?" said Voldemort. "I've been trying to break you of that habit, Wormtail. Did I ask you to acquire another hostage?"

"Well, no, master, but-"

Harry looked from Wormtail, who started looking nervous, to Voldemort, who looked somewhat bored. "You didn't order this?" said Harry.

Voldemort raised his wand and Ron's restraints fell off him. "No, Harry. I didn't."

Harry stepped toward Wormtail and shoved him away from Ron. "You stinking, worthless, miserable traitor. This is how you repay me?" Harry said. "I should have let Sirius tear you apart." He looked over at Ron. "Are you all right?"

Ron looked around anxiously. "Yeah," he said rubbing his wrists.

"What is this?"

Harry flinched as Voldemort took a step closer. But Voldemort was looking at Wormtail because he had fallen to his knees. Harry looked from one to the other. His gaze moved over Peter Pettigrew. "You didn't tell him, did you?" said Harry. "He doesn't know."

Wormtail's mouth was moving soundlessly and he had started to shake.

"Oh my. I don't think I like the sound of this," said Voldemort.

Harry couldn't help himself, he started to laugh. Voldemort looked surprised at the reaction and turned on Wormtail. "What is it that I don't know, Wormtail?" said Voldemort.

Wormtail was sweating now too and glancing around. Harry caught little words like "Master, and sorry, and couldn't."

Voldemort didn't look pleased and he looked at Harry.

"Oh, no," said Harry. "I want to see if he's got the nerve to tell you."

Wormtail looked as if his throat was knotted with fear. Voldemort looked at Ron.

Ron was apparently too surprised at being singled out by Voldemort that he blurted out, "Harry stopped Remus and Sirius from killing him. He saved his-"

"WHAT?" roared Voldemort.

"It's true, Voldemort," Sirius called from across the compound. "Harry stopped us from killing Peter."

Voldemort stared down at Wormtail who was now quivering quite badly. "And when had you intended on telling me that the reason you escaped from your friends was because Harry Potter saved your -" he glanced at Harry, "what were your words? stinking, worthless, miserable hide?"

"Master-"

"Crucio!"

Ron moved away as Wormtail started screaming and writhing next to him. By the look on Ron's face, he was horrified. Harry understood. Ron had never seen a human under the curse before. And although Ron knew Harry had been hit with it a number of times, he had never asked what it felt like.

"Intolerable," said Voldemort. "Not to mention dishonorable." Voldemort reached into his pocket and pulled out Harry's wand. Reaching it out to Harry, he said, "Kill him now."

Harry looked at the wand then up into Voldemort's eyes. "What?"

"The wizard's code is very specific, Harry," said Voldemort. "You have every right to take back the life you saved."

Harry sent a glance to Sirius.

"He's right, Harry," said Sirius. "It's up to you."

Harry looked down at Wormtail. He was looking up pathetically. Harry recalled Dumbledore's words. "I knew your father very well, both at Hogwarts and after. James would have saved him too."

Harry took a step away from Voldemort, even though he would have loved to feel his wand in his hand again. "No I think you're doing well enough punishing him," said Harry.

"Very well," said Voldemort. "If you do not wish to kill him at this time," Voldemort pocketed Harry's wand and turned to Wormtail. "You will take Mr. Weasley straight back to Hogwarts."

"No," said Ron.

"Ron," said Harry, surprised.

Ron turned bravely to Voldemort. His voice was soft but it was clear as he asked, "Can't I - well - visit for a little bit?"

Voldemort approached Ron and lifted his chin to search his expression. Ron, of course didn't feel pain but his eyes were so round that Harry thought his eyes might fall out of their sockets.

"You choose your friends very well, Harry," said Voldemort. "They are both brave and loyal." He released Ron and turned to Harry. "I'll make a bargain with you. Your friend - Ron, is it? - may stay and visit. Maybe he will even assist in testing you today." He turned to Ron. "Would you like to see me test Harry?"

Ron nodded hesitantly.

"Very good," said Voldemort. "Then I will send him back to Hogwarts and you may go with him for the weekend."

"Really," said Harry suspiciously. "Why?"

"I dare say, you need some compensation for Wormtail's behavior. And I need to decide what to do with him." He turned to Wormtail. "Now get out of my sight. I will deal with you later."

Wormtail scurried away.

"So how will we get back?" Ron asked Harry.

"I will deal with that later," said Voldemort.

"I could apparate with him, if you taught him to apparate," said Harry.

"Why would I do that?"

"Well for starters, if would make things a lot easier," said Harry.

Voldemort chucked. "And why should I make things easy for you?"

"Well, it would be nice," said Harry, feeling frustrated. But most of his conversations with Voldemort left him frustrated.

"So, who ever said I was nice?"

"Well, don't look at me," Harry shot back.

Ron was looking back and forth between the two of them.

Voldemort laughed this time. "Harry, why don't you just ask."

Harry glared at him. "Will you teach him?"

"Yes, Harry. If you'd like me too, I will teach him."

Harry stared at him. "Then why the fuss?" said Harry.

"And miss that amusing repartee?" said Voldemort.

Ron couldn't seem to help himself. He snorted on his laugh. Harry looked at him and Ron's smile was contagious. Harry smiled and looked up at Voldemort.

"So, this test," said Harry.

"Ah, yes." Voldemort turned to Ron. "How well do you trust your friend, Ron?"

Ron's chin inched up. "I trust Harry with my life."

"Very good," said Voldemort. "I'm going to see if Harry can successfully put you under the Imperius Curse."

"Really," said Ron, looking at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes to convey that Ron shouldn't worry about it. "But, Harry. It's an Unforgivable Curse."

"I know that, Ron." Harry didn't dare mention that he had all ready done Cruciatus.

"You could get sent to Azkaban," whispered Ron.

Harry sent him a glare. "Would you rather I watch Sirius being tortured," Harry whispered back. He gestured at the cage. "I don't have a choice here."

All humor fled from Ron's expression as his mouth dropped open.

Harry turned back to Voldemort as if he just hadn't had to explain the rules to Ron. "Will I be allowed to use my wand?" said Harry.

Voldemort chuckled. "Harry, don't be so silly."

Which meant no. Harry sighed.

"You're doing magic without a wand?" whispered Ron.

"I don't have much choice there either," said Harry.

Ron looked shocked again and he leaned towards Harry's ear. "Just don't make me do anything stupid, all right."

"Ron," Harry whispered back, "I'm not even sure I can do it without a wand."

"Are you ready, boys?"

They both turned to him. Harry nodded and faced Ron.

"Harry, you will put the curse on your friend and tell him to do two things he would not like doing. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded and looked at Ron.

"You've practiced on me before, Harry," said Ron, reminding Harry of the spells they used before the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. "Go for it."

Harry nodded and looked at ground. Two things that Ron wouldn't like doing. He lifted his head and his hand and looked at Ron.

"Imperio!"

Ron's eyes glazed over. Harry remembered the feeling of complete blissful emptiness that Ron would be feeling if Harry had done it right.

"Crawl to me and kiss my robes," Harry told Ron.

Harry was a little surprised when Ron hesitated. Good, Harry thought, fight it. "Do it," Harry insisted.

Ron fell to his knees, crawled forward and kissed the hem of Harry's robe.

"Stand up," said Harry.

Ron stood up.

"Hit me."

There was no hesitation, this time. Ron's knuckles connected with Harry's jaw. It sent Harry to the ground and broke the curse.

Ron looked down at Harry and was shaking his hand from the pain.

"Nice punch," said Harry.

Ron reached down and helped Harry to his feet. "Well no more than you deserved for that first one. I'm just glad you ordered me to get back at you."

Harry shrugged.

"Very well done, Harry," said Voldemort. He turned to Ron. "And you as well." He turned to Harry and waved towards the forest. "If you will, Harry. We can get the lesson over with quickly, I have things to do."

Harry apparated into the woods. It took Ron a little longer than Harry to get it down. Ron said it was because he had trouble finding a command. But Ron soon could apparate as easily as Harry.

Voldemort said they could leave as soon as they wanted, which they did. Hermione cried for ten minutes straight when they showed up in the common room. Ron went on and on about Harry's skills without a wand, which Hermione gasped over, and about Harry's library, which Hermione drooled over. But Harry was just glad to be back. He had a weekend pass and he didn't intend to waste it.

"Come on, Ron," said Harry. "Let's go flying."

Harry stared into the flames of the fire, still thinking of his weekend. He had played Quidditch with the Weasley's (most of them were at Hogwarts for their protection) and flew frequently around the grounds with Ron and Hermione. Even without his Firebolt, Harry enjoyed it.

He was still wallowing in the glow of that happiness which prevented him from making a comment as he felt Voldemort approach him from behind and walk around the fire.

Harry looked up at him.

"I saw the flinch, Harry," said Voldemort. "I know I didn't sneak up on you."

Harry couldn't help his grin, he felt so warm in front of the fire.

I have a surprise for you today."

"Oh?" Harry looked up. It was his memory of the weekend that made him say, "I don't suppose you're going to let me go back school is it?"

"No, Harry."

Harry sighed, but his humor was still running good. "Well then maybe you'll let me change my name, move to Bulgaria and play Quidditch with Viktor Krum."

That must have really amused him because Voldemort actually laughed. "Oh, my, Harry," said Voldemort. "How incredibly cynical you've become."

"Yeah, well," said Harry, looking up at Voldemort. "You try being famous for simply staying alive and see where it gets you."

Voldemort chuckled again.

"So what's the surprise?" said Harry.

"A very important test," said Voldemort.

"Another test?" said Harry. "Very original."

"A duel, Harry."

Voldemort sounded almost smug and Harry grew worried. All humor vanished from his mind. "A duel? Between who?"

Voldemort gestured toward the compound and Harry searched it until his eyes fell on Lucius Malfoy. Voldemort couldn't be serious. But then someone else stepped up to the group Lucius was talking to. Draco.

"Harry, why don't you look pleased? I was told you are rivals. I would think you'd be happy to duel with your enemy."

"I would if it were a fair duel. Malfoy doesn't play nice with others, Voldemort. He's known me for years and knows all the right buttons to push. I'll end up losing my temper and bleeding to death. Sorry, but no thanks."

Voldemort caught Harry by the chin before he could walk away and stared deeply into his face. "I'm very pleased to hear how well you know your enemy, Harry," said Voldemort. "But I will be the judge of what is fair. We will be playing by my rules and anyone that doesn't follow them, suffers. Do you understand?"

Voldemort released Harry's face and Harry took two steps back, holding his hand to head.

"Do you understand, Harry?"

"Yeah, I get it," said Harry. Harry picked up his book and went to his tent. He had a very terrible feeling that this duel was going to be another nightmare.

Sirius agreed when Harry spoke to him at lunch.

"The important thing is to keep your head."

"I know that, Sirius, but I can never do that when I deal with Malfoy." Harry knew he was complaining but couldn't help it. "He knows what sets me off."

"Well you better get over it quickly because it looks like Voldemort's ready."

Harry turned to see Voldemort in discussion with the Malfoys. Harry didn't wait for Voldemort to call him. He strode over to the group. Malfoy looked at him with satisfied malice.

"Potter," he said.

"Here without your bodyguards, Malfoy," said Harry. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"I don't need them for this."

Harry ignored him and looked to Voldemort. "So, let's have the rules."

"This is to be a simple duel between two wizards of the same age and school year to determine which one is more powerful."

"No contest," said Malfoy.

"Draco be quiet," his father said quickly.

"To even out the field, Harry will not be using a wand."

Draco laughed at this and Harry glared at him. "Well, if I can't have a wand, can you gag Malfoy?"

"What's the matter, Potter? Can't take my comments?"

"No, Draco, it's the sound of your voice," said Harry. "I keep waiting for your voice to change so you might at least sound like a man."

Lucius had to grab Draco by the collar to keep him from leaping forward.

Harry looked back at Voldemort. "I told you exactly what's going to happen, so let's get it over with." With a glance back at Draco, Harry moved across the field.

The observers moved back to give the duelers room and Draco moved to about 20 feet from Harry. They both bowed slightly, both of them keeping eye contact.

As predicted, Draco started in on Harry immediately.

"So the Dark Lord won't let you play with a wand," he said, raising his own. "Afraid you might hurt yourself?"

Harry wasn't sure what curse Draco was going to throw because he raised his hand.

"Expelliarmus!"

But as soon as Harry shouted it, he heard it from Voldemort. Harry wasn't surprised to see that as soon as Draco's wand hit Harry's hand, it flew out of it and landed in Voldemort's.

"Harry, Harry, you're not doing it right," said Voldemort. "The test is to see how you do without a wand."

"Oh, all right, Voldemort, I'll play along," said Harry as Voldemort handed Draco back his wand. Harry looked across the distance at Draco. "So, come on, Malfoy. Let's see what you've got."

Draco sent a curse at him and Harry raised his hand, muttering a deflection. The curse hit his hand and went careening toward some watching Death Eaters. Draco sent another one, which Harry sent right back at him. The curse had Draco staggering around.

"So how do we know who wins, Voldemort?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off Draco.

"I will decide when I've seen enough," said Voldemort.

Draco recovered and was staring at Harry with a combination of outrage and frustration on his face. "So let's see what you've got, Harry," said Draco.

Harry had never heard his name spoken like the word itself was a curse and he almost laughed. Instead, he raised his hand. "Impedimenta!" he shouted.

Draco was knocked off his feet. Harry wasn't expecting Draco to attack from the ground so he barely ducked fast enough to avoid the curse after Draco yelled, "Stupefy!"

"Nice shot, Draco," said Harry. "Almost hit me."

Harry could tell that Draco was getting mad now. If Draco kept his big mouth shut, Harry might survive. But Harry didn't feel quite that lucky.

"So," said Draco, "The master's favorite pet is feeling cocky, is he?"

Harry ignored it - or tried to. "So, he's got you calling him master all ready?" They circled each other slowly.

Draco went on as if Harry hadn't spoken, "But then, you must be his favorite, or you'd be in a cage too," said Draco with a glance at Sirius.

Harry couldn't ignore that. His blood started to boil. "And has Voldemort marked you yet. Burned his sign onto you so everyone would know you are his possession?"

"Just who is the possession, Harry?" Draco taunted. "My father says that is a mark of honor."

"Honor?" scoffed Harry. "I've seen that honor. I've seen your father crawling to Voldemort and kissing the hem of his robes."

"Maybe if your father had had some of that honor, he'd still be alive."

That was the button. Harry saw red as rage swept over him.

"Harry!"

His name being called from two directions as a means of a warning didn't register. All he saw was Draco's smug expression. All he felt was that blinding anger. He raised his hand.

"Crucio!"

Draco Malfoy hit the ground screaming and Harry jerked his hand up, breaking the curse. Harry stared at him as his father helped him to his feet. The quiet in the compound was such that Harry was afraid to breathe. Harry really hadn't expected the curse to work. It didn't the last time he'd used it.

Voldemort said something to Lucius then looked at Harry. Harry's gaze locked in those red eyes and couldn't break away. Behind him, he heard Snape whisper something to Sirius. The rest of the Death Eaters were staring at Harry.

"Pay attention, Draco," said Voldemort as he raised his wand. "Crucio!"

Harry fell to his hands and knees but didn't cry out. The pain was just barely tolerable and after a moment, Harry amazed himself by throwing it off. Harry got to his feet.

"You see, Draco, Harry has been hit with that curse many times and has now learned how to counter it. How, you might ask. Because Harry has experienced pain even greater than the curse. Pain that makes the curse pale by comparison. Isn't that right, Harry?" said Voldemort as he stepped towards Harry.

"Yet even though he knows what awaits him, he stands there. All these years, I have yet to see fear in his eyes when I look at him. And I have looked for it. Ah, there is the flinch." Voldemort stopped a couple of feet away from Harry and waited for Harry to look up.

When Harry didn't look up, Voldemort grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his gaze. The contact instantly put Harry to his knees. "And it's getting worse, isn't it, Harry?" said Voldemort, bending to keep eye contact.

"Voldemort-"

"Be quiet, Sirius," said Voldemort, waving his wand at the cage. He held his wand hand very close to Harry's scar and Harry screamed in pain, his body jolting in reaction. Voldemort simply let go and stood as Harry collapsed on to the ground.

Voldemort turned back to the Malfoys. "But the fact is that Harry told me that this would happen. I told him I would decide the matter. Harry did lose his temper and has been punished."

Harry struggled to sit up. He felt an arm come around him and help him.

"Be quiet, Harry," said Snape. "Voldemort's not done with this lesson."

Harry nodded and Snape left to join the others.

"So tell me Lucius," said Voldemort, "What kind of idiot are you raising?"

"My Lord?"

"It's obvious to me that Harry has shown just how much magical power he has. He has dueled a peer without using a wand, without being hit by single curse and done damage to his opponent. So I ask you, what kind of fool taunts such a wizard to such a degree?"

"Master, you must understand, Draco and Harry have been at odds with each other since their first year. You heard them. It's second nature for them to taunt each other to the breaking point."

"Oh, I do understand, Lucius, indeed I do." Voldemort turned to Draco. "Draco?"

Draco stammered something pathetically, Harry couldn't tell what he said.

"Do you realize, can you comprehend how powerful Harry is? How powerful he will be one day?"

Draco started stammering again, as if he wanted to deny it but was too afraid. How Harry wished Ron was there to see it.

"Draco, do you realize that if Harry had had a wand," Voldemort raised his own, "it would have felt-"

"Crucio!"

When Draco stopped screaming, Voldemort finished his sentence, "Like that."

Voldemort started walking away and Harry quickly got to his feet. "Voldemort!" he called. "Voldemort!" he shouted.

"What is it, Harry?"

"I want to talk to Sirius."

"Not now, Harry," said Voldemort.

"Please!" Harry shouted after him.

Voldemort stopped and slowly turned around. "What did you say to me?"

Harry controlled his voice. "I said, please."

Harry got the chuckle but Voldemort waved his wand at Sirius' cage. "All right, Harry."

Voldemort continued to his tent calling for several Death Eaters to join him.

Harry went straight to Sirius. "So is there a plan now?" said Harry. "I heard Severus talking to you."

"Yes, you played that duel perfectly. It was exactly the demonstration we needed to get you back to Hogwarts."

"Why? What did I do?"

Sirius blinked at him as if he didn't believe his ears. "Harry, don't you realize the strength you just showed today?" Harry blinked back at him. "Not just in raw courage but in magical power. You threw off the Cruciatus Curse and you used it without a wand. Voldemort is practically drooling over the idea of having you on his side. But he needs you to be able to control that power. To do that, you need to go back to school."

"But I can't leave you here," said Harry.

"Listen to me. Voldemort is not going to risk losing his advantage over you. Just do as you're told and I'll be fine."

"What do you want, Voldemort?" said Harry, placing his plate on the ground beside him. He and Sirius had just finished dinner.

"Harry!"

"Oh, it's all right, Sirius. I'm sure Harry is just still a little irritated with me for letting Draco see him in agony yesterday."

"Actually," said Harry, "You made up for that very nicely. Thanks."

"So could it be that today was the day that the train arrives at Hogwarts and someone wasn't on it?"

"Maybe," grumbled Harry.

Harry felt the pain as Voldemort grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to his feet. He let go right away but Harry took a step away.

"You could have just told me to get up, Voldemort. I've may have a short fuse but I'm not stupid."

"No indeed," said Voldemort, reaching for Harry's face. Harry took an extra step back. "But you are going back to school anyway."

"What?"

"Yes, Harry. As powerful as I am, I am not knowledgeable enough to teach you the fundamentals you need to control the powers you are developing. Therefore, you must go back to school."

"And what about Sirius?" said Harry.

"We will make a bargain - a contract, if you will. As long as you adhere to the rules then Sirius will be treated well."

"And what are the rules?"

"You will write to Sirius at least once a week, telling him of your progress and whatever else you wish to tell him-"

"Knowing that you will be reading it first."

Voldemort only smiled and continued, "And you will return here to me at the Christmas break to be tested."

"I can live with that," said Harry.

"Then we have an agreement?"

"Yes," said Harry and stared as Voldemort held out his hand. Hesitantly, Harry prepared himself then put his hand in Voldemort's. Voldemort didn't let go. Harry looked up. Voldemort's free hand reached for Harry's face. Harry pulled his hand out of Voldemort's grip and grabbed Voldemort's arm with both his hands to keep him from touching him.

"But know this, Harry," said Voldemort. "Everything you do, now, will be because I allow it. Everything that effects you, will be because I've allowed it.

Harry didn't like the sound of that. "You're not my keeper," said Harry.

Voldemort's free hand grabbed Harry's chin and Harry hit his knees. "Oh but I am, Harry," said Voldemort. "The entire wizarding world now knows that Harry Potter is under my protection and no one will dare interfere with my plans."

The hand that Harry was gripping was getting closer to his forehead. "Dumbledore," choked Harry.

"Yes, well, he will try, but I have a plan for him as well," said Voldemort.

Harry had no strength left in his arms and was more holding onto to Voldemort rather than restraining him. His hand moved closer to Harry's scar.

"No, Voldemort!" shouted Sirius. "Don't send him back like that!"

"It has to be like that, Sirius."

Harry started to shake as the hand came closer to his head.

"I can't take the chance of Harry apparating not to Hogwarts but to the forest so he can plan a way to help his godfather out of his cage." He glanced up at Sirius. "You know that is a distinct possibility."

"Harry," said Voldemort. "Be a good boy and go straight to school."

The scream erupted from Harry's soul again as Voldemort's hand hit Harry's forehead. Harry collapsed again at Voldemort's feet, shaking and breathing heavy. He pushed himself to his hands and knees. He felt the blood flowing from his scar all ready. Blackness was converging on him. But the pain wouldn't stop. What was he supposed to be doing? Do as you're told. Do as you're told.

It kept echoing in his head. But he could figure out what he had been told through the pain. He heard voices over his head. Through a fog, he focused on the voices.

"You held on too long, Voldemort! He can't concentrate."

Was that Sirius?

"You have to take him. You're the only one who can."

"Sirius, are you begging?"

"Yes, damn it. I'm begging. Please take him."

Take him? Harry didn't understand.

"Oh all right. I dare say it will be fun, showing up in the Great Hall during the feast and dropping Harry Potter at Albus' feet."

Another wave of pain hit Harry as an arm came around his chest and he was pulled to his feet. He screamed.

"Come along, Harry. Think about Hogwarts. Do it now."

Harry heard screaming then dead silence before he hit the ground again. The ground was hard this time though, not grassy.

"Sorry he's late, Albus," he heard over his head. "Do take good care of him."

Then silence again. Then a sort of buzzing whispering.

"Calm down everyone."

Harry recognized that voice.

"Harry? Harry!"

Harry recognized that voice too and tried to answer. Someone rolled him to his back however and the pain was too much. Harry was pulled the rest of the way into blackness.

It was three days before Harry was allowed back to Gryffindor tower. Everyone who knew him treated him normally and Harry felt comfortable there. His trunk was already there, apparently Sirius or Remus had sent it.

The first time back to the Great Hall was another nightmare. As he, Hermione and Ron walked up the isle beside the Gryffindor table, Harry couldn't miss the whispering and staring from the other tables.

"Oh, ignore them, Harry," said Hermione. "Everyone will get used to you being back."

"Yeah," said Ron. "They're all probably still in shock from seeing You-Know-Who materialize in the Great Hall like that."

The question had been plaguing Harry. "Tell me I wasn't the one screaming."

"Well you did scream before You-Know-Who let go of you," Hermione admitted. "But when everyone realize who it was, there were a lot of screams."

"Great," said Harry.

They each found seats and began their breakfast. Then the mail came. Harry was surprised as Hedwig soared toward him. She dropped his Firebolt on the table before him, circled around and landed on his shoulder.

Harry took the package off Hedwig's leg and found two letters and his wand inside. He pocketed his wand and picked up the letters. The first one was from Voldemort.

Harry,

I have sent what you require for school. The cloak however was too big for Hedwig. While Sirius informs me that it does have it's uses in school, I don't really feel it's a requirement so it will remain in your tent for now.

Work hard and you will be rewarded. Remember the contract.

Harry's fist clenched around the letter. "Rewarded," he muttered. "How I hate that man."

"What is it, Harry?" said Ron.

Harry looked up and saw Ron looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Nothing," said Harry. He dared a glance at the staff table and found Dumbledore's blue gaze on him as well.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he picked up the other letter. It was from Sirius.

Dear Harry,

Don't worry about me. Everything is fine here. Voldemort has moved me from the cage to your tent so I'm quite comfortable. He has the tent sealed so I can't get out but at least I have things to do and some privacy.

Try to concentrate on school and enjoy Quidditch. Everything will be just fine.

Sirius

PS And don't forget to write me next week.

"Why don't I believe him?" said Harry.

"What?" said Hermione.

Harry looked up and passed the letter across the table to Ron. Both he and Hermione read the note and looked up.

"Why don't I believe him?" said Harry. "That he's not still in that cage or that everything is going to be fine."

"He just doesn't want you to worry," said Hermione.

"Too late for that," muttered Harry as he picked up his schedule. It was about the same as it usually was. The difference was, that his first week back that he was supposed to write Sirius about was a week of Hell.

Dear Sirius,

Well, I thought I'd be happy to get back to school, but I was mistaken. Since my dramatic entrance on the 1^st it seems that most of the school is avoiding me again. Not that this hasn't happened before, but I was sort of hoping to find some comfort at being in the castle again.

Classes are a nightmare as well. Professor Trelawney is predicting my death in even more horrific ways than the past few years. Snape is keeping me to my word that I'm in his debt and have to behave, so Potions is absolutely boring with none of the verbal sparing we always had. Although, I think the rest of the class is happy because Gryffindor hasn't lost any points in that class because of me.

DADA class is too weird. While everyone else likes Prof. Moody, I prefer the old Professor Moody (who was Crouch). At least he liked me. I mean I know why he was protecting me and helping me, but at least I learned stuff from him. This Mad-Eye Moody looks at me as if I'm about to erupt into some scabby fungus or something.

The best and worst is that the Gryffindor Team has elected me the new Quidditch Captain since Oliver Wood is no longer here. While I argued until I was blue in the face that I wasn't qualified, the whole team agreed that the votes were counted and I was Captain. I'm very disconcerted about this.

Lastly, and what intrigues me the most, is that all my classes have become so easy. I'm not struggling in Transfiguration anymore. In fact, I'm excelling in it. Charms and Spells are a breeze. Granted, Herbology still bores me since I'm not much of a nature person. But I'm finding it easier to get through the lessons.

Some feed back here wouldn't be amiss.

And please tell me you're all right. I can deal with everything here if I know that.

Harry

PS I keep trying to see Professor Dumbledore but he won't see me.

"It's probably no more than he's busy, Harry," Hermione was saying. They were walking through the Halls back toward Gryffindor tower after another failed attempt to speak to Professor Dumbledore.

"Hermione's right," said Ron. "You've just spent a great deal of time with You-Know-Who. I'm sure Dumbledore will want to talk to you as soon as he can."

"That's what you would think. So why won't he talk to me?" said Harry but then he turned to Ron. "And you've met Voldemort. Call him by his damned name all ready."

"Maybe Snape is keeping Dumbledore informed," said Ron, ignoring what Harry had said about Voldemort.

"That's true, Harry," said Hermione. "Maybe Professor Snape is telling him everything, so Dumbledore doesn't have to speak to you as busy as he is."

Harry considered that is was probably true but he would still feel a lot better if Professor Dumbledore would talk to him. If nothing else, to calm Harry's nerves. Harry had always thought Dumbledore liked him. Was Harry doing things right? According to Snape and Sirius, the plans were going exactly as they were supposed to.

Harry didn't get it.

They sat down to lunch and Harry saw Hedwig soaring toward him. After reading the letter she brought him, Harry felt even more confused.

Dear Harry,

I told you, I'm just fine. Stop worrying about me.

I'm sorry your school year didn't start out happily. It can't be easy being Harry Potter but I know you can manage. Plus, I hear the school ghosts like you. That is a plus. Sir Nicholas, Moaning Myrna, the Bloody Baron...even Peeves. Don't forget them Harry, because they may become useful.

Prof. Trelawney can predict all she wants but Divination is a farce. As for Potions, just grin and bear it. At least you aren't getting detention, right.

Moody's reaction to you sounds a bit odd. Are you sure you aren't over reacting because of everything else? I would have thought that Moody would latch onto you and test you just as thoroughly as Voldemort has been doing. Watch him.

As for the simplicity of the classes: Your father hit Wizard Maturity early also. That's what it is. It's simply a growth spurt. Don't worry about. Enjoy it because by your seventh year, you may not have hit your second Maturity yet and everything will be hard again.

Congratulations on making Captain of the Team. And don't worry about it. You're a born leader, Harry. You'll pull it off. Just have a little faith in yourself. Obviously, your teammates think so too.

Keep your eyes open, Harry, and take care.

Sirius

Harry took a deep breath as he saw the PS. It was not Sirius' handwriting.

PS. Harry, the reason Albus won't see you is because he is afraid of your questions. Your vast curious nature demands that you learn the truth and he isn't ready to tell you the truth so he avoids you. I have told you, when you have questions, come to me and I will satisfy that curiosity of yours.

You know I won't lie to you, not when the truth is so much more satisfying.

He let Ron and Hermione read the letter.

"Sirius sounds fine, Harry," Hermione said.

"Yeah," said Ron. "Stop worrying about him because we've got double Potions in 10 minutes."

"Great," muttered Harry.

They made their way down to Snape's dungeon but were stopped in the doorway by Malfoy surrounded by his thugs.

"How's your head, Harry?" said Malfoy.

"Get out of the way, Malfoy," said Harry. "We'll be late for class."

"Oh, yes," he sneered. "You have to be a good boy in Snape's class now don't you."

Hermione seemed to take offense on Harry's behalf because she took a step forward. "Careful, Malfoy. Harry has a wand again."

Since Harry had told them about the duel, Ron started laughing.

Malfoy had pinkened slightly but turned to Harry. "Got wizard trash and Mudbloods fighting your battles for you now, Potter?"

Due to his Quidditch training, Harry's reflexes were as quick as his temper. He had Malfoy by the throat in an instant. "Lay off my friends, Draco," he warned. "Or you will regret it. And I won't need my wand."

Harry was surprised that Crabbe and Goyle didn't pounce on him. But he knew why a minute later.

"Problem here?" said Snape from behind Harry.

Harry let go of Malfoy and was a little surprised at Malfoy's defense.

"Ah, no, Professor," said Malfoy. "We were just discussing why we have different potions assignments for today. Mine is different from the rest of the Slytherin's."

Harry caught on. "And mine is different from the rest of Gryffindor's."

Snape looked from one to the other with a very intense look. "Interesting of you two to notice. If you will all join the class, you'll find out why."

As everyone filed into the classroom, Harry sighed and looked at Malfoy. "Nice save."

"It wouldn't have worked if you hadn't caught on," said Malfoy.

Harry shrugged and they walked into the dungeon and went to their regular stations.

Harry worked diligently on his potion, as did everyone else. He kept hearing Neville Longbottom behind him muttering about how it was never going to come out right. Harry heard Hermione beside him, whispering to him.

Harry turned around. "Look Neville," said Harry softly. Neville looked up at him. "You've got to get a grip. Our first year, you stood up to the three of us. The third year you conquered a boggart. You're the best Herbology student in the year. This is nothing more than Herbology that you cook. You can do this!" Harry told him.

"Problem, Mr. Potter?" said Snape.

"No, Professor." He gave a quick glance at Neville. Neville nodded at him.

"Miss Granger, you aren't helping Mr. Longbottom, are you?"

"No, she isn't, Professor," said Neville. "I have it quite under control."

Harry was impressed at how calm Neville sounded. Normally, Snape scared Neville to death. Apparently, Snape was intrigued to.

"Do you, Longbottom? Good."

Harry threw his last ingredient into his cauldron and a purple puff of smoke wafted out. Across the room, Malfoy's cauldron did the same thing. Harry met his gaze. Malfoy shrugged and they both looked at Snape.

Colored wafts of smoke were erupting from the rest of the class' cauldrons and Snape proclaimed them done.

"Now for the test," said Snape. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, you will each take a sip of your potions."

It sounded like a dare to Harry. He dipped a goblet into cauldron and filled it. Then he looked at Malfoy. He had done the same thing and he raised the cup toward Harry in what was unmistakably a dare. They both drank.

Harry felt the cold envelop him before he felt the dull ache in his stomach. The cold made him shiver yet sweat formed on his brow as the pain in his stomach grew. He felt his knees hit the floor as he grabbed his gut. He looked up and noticed Malfoy was on the floor too. Malfoy was convulsing.

"Well now, it seems that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter have successfully managed to poison themselves," said Snape to several surprised gasps. "The rest of you have the antidote. Who is brave enough to try to save their friend's life. Because, if you did it wrong, it could kill them instantly."

Harry looked up at his classmates. Even Hermione looked worried. Harry slumped to the floor, clutching his stomach.

He heard movement behind him then someone was sitting him up.

"Drink it, Harry."

Harry looked up into Neville's face.

"Drink it. I know I did it right."

"Mr. Longbottom," said Snape. "Interesting."

Harry glanced at Snape.

"How brave do you feel, famous Harry Potter?" said Snape.

His eyes immediately returned to Neville and he nodded, opening his mouth. Neville held the goblet to Harry's lips and Harry drank it.

Within a few seconds, the pain was gone. Harry reached up and grabbed Neville's head. "Thanks, Neville," said Harry.

The Gryffindors exploded with applause and cheers and Neville helped Harry stand up.

"Very good," said Snape. "Fifty points to Gryffindor for that experiment." Then he turned to the Slytherins. "Well, is anyone going to try to save Mr. Malfoy?"

"I hope not," Neville whispered in Harry ear. Harry tried not to laugh.

But the Slytherins looked scared that their potion might kill him rather than cure him, so Harry told Neville. "You do it."

"You can't be serious, Harry?" said Neville.

"It's your time, Neville. Go and be the hero."

Neville looked at Harry skeptically and Harry nodded at him. With a shrug, Neville dipped the goblet back into his cauldron and brought it to Malfoy. Malfoy drank it and the antidote worked.

As Crabbe and Goyle helped Malfoy to his feet, Snape turned to look at Neville as he returned to his station behind Harry.

"Very well. Twenty more points for Gryffindor for Longbottom's compassion." The bell rang. "Class dismissed," said Snape.

Out in the hall, Harry watched as the class converged on Neville. Neville looked like he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. It was a transformation that Harry just stood back and watched.

"That was pretty weird, wasn't it, Potter?"

Harry turned to see that Malfoy had circled the group surrounding Neville to stand beside him. "What was weird?"

"That he actually poisoned us. I mean us."

Harry studied him. There was no malice in his expression, just - well - just interest. "Interesting point," agreed Harry.

"Well I guess he must have had his reasons," said Malfoy, watching the crowd still congratulating Neville. "Guess it's good for us that Longbottom discovered he had a backbone."

Harry felt a little insulted for Neville for the remark. "He's always had one," said Harry.

"Of course," said Malfoy, his eyes still on the crowd. "He comes from a strong family. He just had to find it." Malfoy finally turned his head and looked at Harry. "Well, see you," he said as he moved off down the hall.

Harry stared at Malfoy's back as Crabbe and Goyle fell into step beside him. For sure, the day couldn't get much stranger.

Ron grabbed his arm and started yanking him down the hall. "Come on, Harry. We've got to dump our stuff so we can get to the feast. I'm starved."

Harry laughed and the three of them hurried back up to Gryffindor Tower.

The Great Hall was decorated in full measure for the Halloween Feast. Ron kept a constant stream of conversation about how hungry he was. Hermione was trying to ignore him because he was "Always hungry." Harry was just happy that he could walk down the isle of the Great Hall to a seat at the Gryffindor table without being stared at.

Harry found a seat next to Fred across from Ron and Hermione at the table and waited for the announcements. The Gryffindor table erupted into applause when it was announced that Harry was the new Captain of the Quidditch team and Harry suffered through it, feeling his face turn all shades of red.

"Oh, Harry, stop it," said Hermione. "You were voted in. Deal with it."

"I know. I know."

"Hermione, leave him alone," said Ron.

"The Youngest seeker in the century is going to lead us to another Cup. Right, Harry!" said George.

"Here, here," shouted Angelina.

"Cheers, to the best team Hogwarts has ever seen!" shouted Katie.

The entire table stood for the toast. Harry felt a bit awkward but was caught up with the enthusiasm. When the table sat back down, they noticed Professor Dumbledore on his feet.

"Um...er... sorry Professor," said George.

"That's quite all right, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, who continued with the rest of the announcements. Then he started the feast with a wave of his hands and the words: "Let the feast begin."

The food was as delicious as it always was and the conversation ran like floods all around Harry. He was struggling to hear what Hermione was saying across from him when the pain exploded in his head.

His palm hit his forehead at the same time as the point of a wand stabbed him in the throat.

"Stand up, Harry," said Voldemort.