"Perhaps your defenses are weak enough now. I know you have been learning Occulmency. Trying to keep me out? As if you could, now tell me the Prophecy!" Voldemort snarled.
                              
"N-No," Harry muttered, spitting some blood at Voldemort's feet.
                              
"I always liked it when they fight... but you will tell me... Imperio!" he said.
                              
Harry's mind went blissfully blank. The pain was gone. He felt nothing. There was only a loud voice that told him to say the Prophecy. The words of the Prophecy were coming into his mind and the voice urged him on. 
                              
"Say it... say it... say... the Prophecy... say it...." 
                              
Harry almost started to say it. The words were forming in mind, but then another small voice said, "No... don't do it!" 
                              
"Say it!" the voice said, louder.
                              
"No!" the other voice said more determinately.
                              
"SAY IT, NOW!!!" the voice boomed. 
                              
"NO!!!" Harry yelled aloud, and the world started to come back into focus. 
                              
Somehow, he was back on his feet, facing Voldemort. Pain instantly exploded all over him and he swayed on the spot. He was shaking, but the only thought he had was to resist. He was still standing and facing down Voldemort. His scar was burning with Voldemort's rage. 
                              
"Your resistance is amusing, but it is starting to annoy me! Tell me!" Voldemort shouted. 
                              
Harry throat was so tight from the pain that he could not respond, but he was sure words were not needed to show his contempt for Voldemort.
                              
"Legilimens!" Voldemort shouted, and images of Harry's past started to flash before his eyes.
                              
Cedric's body, the blinded Basilisk lunging at him, Uncle Vernon putting bars on his window.... 
                              
He had to stop him. The pain was making it difficult, but he refocused and tried to clear his head. The room was becoming clearer. He did not need a wand to repel Voldemort's attacks.
                              
"Congratulations, Potter," Voldemort said, shaking off the effects of whatever hex Harry had thrown at him. "But... Legilimens!" 
                              
Nemesis was rearing up, a bloody 'I must not tell lies' was engraved on his hand, Sirius was falling through the veil.... 
                              
Stop him, Harry told himself. He focused again and the world came back into focus. His scar burned in agony, again.
                              
"Legilimens!" Voldemort shouted, again and then Harry heard Voldemort say silently, "Show me...."
                              
Ron, hoisting up the Quidditch Cup, Ginny at the Easter Ball, Prongs was walking toward him, Dumbledore sitting at his desk, the Pensieve was swirling....
                              
"NO!!!" Harry shouted, sending Voldemort reeling back a few feet. Their minds had been connected somehow. Harry was shaken from the last attack and fell to his knees painfully.
                              
Instead of being angry, Voldemort laughed, "Very good, Potter! I do congratulate you, but everyone breaks in the end... believe me, I know!" 
                              
He tried to get up, but Voldemort's high-pitch laugh made his scar burn again and sent him back to his knees. Harry looked up at Voldemort with unadulterated hatred and mumbled, "Never."
                              
"Tsk, tsk. Perhaps, a few more doses of pain will weaken your defenses enough. Crucio!" 
                              
Harry fell forward on the floor again and was seizing in pain. He lost all track of time. Voldemort stopped, but only to hit him again and again. He could not feel anything anymore. He could not move. He forgot where he was.