"Stop! My son knows nothing about the prophecy! There's no need to torture him like this!" Scat cried out anxiously to Voldemort, starting to lurch forward to stop him before a curse struck him, sending him crashing against the wall with a muffled grunt and a faint, tinkling sound.
"Don't interfere with the Dark Lord's work!" Lucius pointed his wand at him, warning, "Unless you want to die in front of your son."
Alistair felt as though he was reaching his breaking point when the pain suddenly subsided a fraction. He took a few deep breaths to steady the agony wracking his body.
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