Voldemort... he remembered dimly. He had lifted the curse. Harry slowly began to regain feeling in his body. His throat was raw. He could not move his legs or his arms. Pain was drowning out any sound. He opened up his watery eyes and saw Voldemort standing above him. He raised his wand. 
                              
No... please... stop... Harry thought.
                              
"Legilimens!" Voldemort said, in his head and Harry saw flashes. He could not stop him. 
                              
The merpeople at the bottom of the sea, Lupin changing into a werewolf, Sirius and James taunting Snape, Dumbledore sitting behind the Pensieve....
                              
"N-no... you can't hear it..." he thought, but he had no strength.
                              
"Legilimens!" Voldemort said telepathically to Harry as Voldemort crawled into his head, and Professor Trelawney's transparent figure rose from the Pensieve.
                              
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES... BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...." 
                              
"No... you... can't... hear... it..." Harry thought weakly, but he could not stop him.
                              
"I will hear it!" Voldemort said, in his mind.
                              
"... AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...."
                              
"No..." he thought weakly.
                              
"Yes!" Voldemort growled.
                              
"...AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.... THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...."
                              
"At last!" Voldemort cried aloud, making Harry jump at his new ability to hear. 
                              
"Very interesting... that is why... if only I had known..." Voldemort said to himself, mulling over the Prophecy his head. 
                              
Harry noticed Bellatrix celebrating and Seamus grinning madly and laughing. Malfoy did not say anything, but was completely white and quivering discreetly. Voldemort, however, stopped and looked back down at Harry.
                              
"That is why you had to survive, Potter. It is why I only could have heard the Prophecy until now. I marked you with that scar. I even transferred some of my powers to you that night," Voldemort said, looking vehemently.
                              
Harry leaned against the chair that was behind him. He did not think he could stand up, but he was slowly regaining his strength. Harry glanced over at Malfoy, who looked deathly pale and looked away from him, disturbed by what he saw.
                              
"...either must die at the hand of the other.... So, it is between you and me. Destiny has spoken. It is just not clear on who kills the other. That will be remedied. We can end this, now. It is either you or me," Voldemort said and rose his wand. 
                              
This is it, Harry thought. He was going to use Avada Kedavra. Suddenly, the door burst open. It was Lucius Malfoy with a cut on his lip. 
                              
"My lord he has escaped!" he said, clearly worn out and beat up. Bellatrix ran out of the room, but Voldemort was furious and Harry's head exploded with a fresh dose of pain. 
                              
"YOU CANNOT GUARD ONE WANDLESS TORTURED PRISONER!!!" Voldemort thundered. Lucius fell on his knees as though a scar had burned on his head, too. Draco started to shake with fear.
                              
"Master please! He just attacked and took me by surprise... master... please forgive me..." he begged, in vain. 
                              
"No, Lucius!" Voldemort spat, kicking his hands off his robes. "You have failed me for the last time! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted vehemently.
                              
Voldemort's wand emitted green light that blasted right through Lucius Malfoy, who fell right over on his back, his eyes frozen in absolute fear. Seamus laughed, but Draco, for a split second, was in shock. He stared at his father lying dead on the corroded floor. When he snapped out of it, he pulled out his wand and charged at Voldemort.
                              
"NO!!!" he yelled, but he was not quick enough.
                              
"Expelliarmus!" Seamus yelled and Malfoy's wand soared out of his hand and Seamus caught it. 
                              
"Crucio!" Seamus said, using Malfoy's own wand on him. 
                              
He held it on him for a long time. Malfoy screamed like Harry had and shook violently. When he finally released the curse, Malfoy was lying on the floor staring at his dead father. Voldemort happily watched his prince at work, but he walked forward and stared cold-heartedly down at Malfoy. 
                              
"First lesson: never leave family behind. They will never forget or surrender," Voldemort said, with a smile.
                              
"Yes, my lord. Malfoy, so nice of you to join us, but..." Seamus started and enjoyed watching Malfoy stare up at him in fear.
                              
Seamus readied the Avada Kedavra Curse, but they were not watching Harry. He pulled out his mother's wand as quietly as possible. As much as he hated Malfoy right now, he could not let them kill him. 
                              
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled as he stood up. 
                              
Seamus's, Malfoy's and his own wand flew from Seamus's hands and robes and landed behind Harry, but Voldemort's wand stayed with him. Voldemort laughed almost happily. 
                              
"Aren't you full of surprises? It is an unwritten rule that wizards carry only one wand, but perhaps this is how it should be. Let us face destiny, Potter," he said, with no trance of fear.
                              
Voldemort and Harry both raised their wands, but Bellatrix reentered the room and threw none other Snape, across the room between Harry and Voldemort. He was shaking and was not able to stand. 
                              
"Got him before he could get a wand and Apparate," she said happily, unperturbed by her brother-in-law lying dead on the floor, but then realized that Harry had a wand. 
                              
Snape looked up at Harry and they both were at a loss as to why each other was there.
                              
"P-Potter?" he said, weakly, but Harry did not respond.
                              
"I hate to break up the touching reunion between Dumbledore's favorite pets... but we need to get to business," Voldemort sneered. Snape returned his attention to Voldemort, but did not say anything else.
                              
"I did want to get more information out of you... but I guess we cannot always get what we want," Voldemort said, directing his wand toward Snape. "You thought you could fool me. Lord Voldemort knows everything, but our time here is at an end." Voldemort's cat eyes flashed blood red and glanced back at him and spat, "You just watch, Harry Potter, and see what is in store for you."
                              
Hewas still outnumbered. Malfoy had not moved since Seamus lifted the Cruciatus Curse and Snape did not have a wand. Harry's only advantage was that Seamus was still unarmed, but Bellatrix and Voldemort were still both armed. Voldemort had enough presence of mind to block whatever spell he would throw against him. Snape was going to die... unless....