Chapter 46.3- Doom Days

“Crucio” And once again, I felt pain beyond pain. Pain that made me feel like a knife was being taken to all my delicate bits even as I was drowned in a vat of acid while being electrocuted at the same time. Needless to say, even if I did already say it, it was a fuck top one pain and an experience I would be loathe to repeat. Still, i did not want to give in. Voldemort would not be beating me today. Focusing on that thought did not allow me to just ignore the cruciatus but it gave me something to focus on even as my body was put through the worst kind of pain over and over again.

“Legilimens” he said with a laugh, and this time, there was no lag. My thoughts and feelings were already locked up tighter than a bank vault by the time his probe cut into my ,ind. There as nothing for him to find, and so he found nothing. I could see the rage in his deep crimson orbs as he took a step back from me.

“Skilled, Harry Potter. More skilled than anyone your age has any right to be.” He said with a hiss before he turned himself whispering to himself.

Next thing, I knew his head snapped back in my direction, “Crucio” and pain. Just pain. Raw unimaginable pain. Like the world itself as spinning and pain was the only thing that I knew. I felt myself bite into my tongue so hard that I could taste blood in my moth as I stopped myself from screaming only by the barest measures.

“Legilimens” this time, instead of sitting passively by and allowing him to just have his way, I mt his probe of legilimncy with one of my own. I knew his occlumency was impeccable and there would be no chance of me getting anything from him, but I had a plan. A plan? Ha. That was a generous way of referring to what was at best a harebrained scheme. Instead of trying to take anything out, I shoved something in.

All the pain that he had flooded my body with from his barrage of cruciatus’ became his as I took advantage of his surprise and failure to clear his mind on time to push it all at him. It was far from delicate, what I sis. Far from efficient either. It took more mental power than it had any right to but I did not care. All I knew was that I was not the only one in pain anymore as Voldemort screamed out before falling to one knee. He tossed me from his mind with rage but that respite was all I needed.

I felt at the chains holding me down and with a growl brought all my rage to bear and focused on my magic.

“You impudent mongrel. You dare? Avada Kedavra” Voldemort turned his wand upon me from that position but I managed to burn through two links of the chain right in time and I dove at him, allowing the green bolt of magic to fly over my head and destroy the statue instead of causing me any harm. Voldemort tried to fire a spell at me, but his boy seized up at the last moment, an effect of the cruciatus and I landed right on top of him. We wrestled for his wand, but where he was clearly new to his form, I had had mine for a whole now and had been doing more than my fair share of physical training.

When a bolt of magic hit us and wrenched me away, sending me flying until my back hit the base of a statue, I had already grabbed a hold of the wand.

“My wand, Barty. He has my wand” Voldemort hissed, but if Bartemius Crouch Junior felt this would be a repeat of the last time we fought then he was dead wrong.