Lily at least had to decency to look ashamed, but Potter had the gall to hiss, "Exactly. It is your fault he got abused; you are the creature’s soulmate. He is no son of mine if he is destined to be with the likes of you," somehow breaking the part of the body-binding that prevents speaking. The Dark Lord stilled again, closing his eyes in anger, employing occlumency techniques. When his eyes opened, they were not red like before, his eyes, pupil and whites, were glowing an intense AK green; the same shade as Harry’s. Growling softly, he pointed his wand at his heart before a brilliant ruby light covered him. Even though he was rigid in the body-bind, his eyes have away his fear, widening almost comically. It slowly started filtering into his skin and he whimpered. It continued and he started screaming; once all the light had been absorbed, he was shrieking in pain. His eyes were rolled in the back of his head and he continued a one-tone pitch.