Voldemort held onto Draco by his hair. The blonde boy was too tired to struggle any longer. Lucius Malfoy stood by, holding his master's enemy. He had Harry Potter's hands bound together behind the young boy's back, his own wand pointing into Potter's neck.

Harry turned his head at Lucius, "How can you just stand by and watch this? Your son is being tortured!" Harry was screaming. "Your own flesh and blood!"

The older blonde wizard just scoffed, "He stopped being my son after his betrayal! Being in love with..." Lucius turned away from the boy. He looked so disgusted that he couldn't even say the next few words.

The snake like man spoke next, his eyes glowering, "Give yourself in Potter! I know you can't stand seeing your loved one's hurt."

This was true. Harry remembered when Hermione was in danger his first year, with the troll. He and Ron, sweeping in to aid her in the girl's bathroom. They had knocked it out with it's own club, with windardium leviosa.

But this was different. A troll was one thing, this was Voldemort. The same man who had killed countless wizards and witches. Harry's parent's included.

Voldemort announced the torture curse, crucio, and Harry closed his eyes when Draco screamed from the pain.

"Okay!" Harry cried, and the curse stopped. He whimpered in defeat, "Okay..."

Draco's limp body dropped to the ground with a thump, and Lucius pushed Harry forward so that he was at the Dark Lord's feet.

Voldemort smiled and looked down at Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived had given himself in.