Change the Future

GOF 25

Wormtail untied Rory as she stood in front of Voldemort his wand aimed at her.

"Show me what you're capable of" She stood there refusing to do anything barely strong enough to stand "I said show me now"

"No"

"Do you think you have a choice you will show me, now" She shook her head. "Crucio" She fell to the floor screaming barely able to stay conscious. "Stand up" She managed to do as he says swaying slightly. "Show me"

"I won't" he aims his wand at her again sending her flying towards where Cedric's body lays as she loses consciousness.

James hugged his daughter as everyone looked at them.

"Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand." Voldemort said looking at Harry. Wormtail approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied. Wormtail raised his new silver hand, pulled out the wad of material gagging Harry, and then, with one swipe, cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone. The Death Eaters closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around him and Voldemort, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled. Wormtail walked out of the circle to the place where Rory and Cedric's bodies lay and returned with Harry's wand, which he thrust roughly into Harry's hand without looking at him. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of watching Death Eaters. "You have been taught how to duel Harry Potter?" said Voldemort softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness. "We bow to each other. Harry," Voldemort said, bending a little, but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry. "Come, the niceties must be observed... Dumbledore would like you to show manners... Bow to death, Harry... " The Death Eaters were laughing again. Voldemorts lipless mouth was smiling. Harry did not bow.

"You have two stubborn kids" Andromeda said smiling at Rory and Harry.

"I said, bow," Voldemort said, raising his wand - and Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever. "Very good," Voldemort said softly, and as he raised his wand the pressure bearing down upon Harry lifted too. "And now you face me, like a man straight-backed and proud, the way your father died"

James looks up at the screen at the mention of his death.

"And now - we duel." Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus Curse. He was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life. And then it stopped. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was shaking as uncontrollably he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eaters, and they pushed him away, back toward Voldemort.

"You all proud of that. Your master torturing a 17 and a 14 year old kid" Sirius said glaring at the Death Eaters in the hall.

"A little break," Voldemort said, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "a little pause... That hurt, didn't it Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?" Harry didn't answer. "I asked you whether you want me to do that again," Voldemort said softly. "Answer me! Imperio"

"I WON'T!" And these words burst from Harry's mouth; they echoed through the graveyard.

"You won't?" Voldemort said quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing now. "You won't say no? Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die... Perhaps another little dose of pain?" Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready, he flung himself sideways onto the ground; he rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemorts father, and he heard it crack as the curse missed him. "We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry. You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel? Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry? Come out, Harry come out and play, then it will be quick it might even be painless I would not know I have never died" Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end had come. Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone. Harry stood up, he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort. Voldemort was ready. As Harry shouted,