He walked towards the door and closed it,his usual silent steps loud due to anger. The Dark Lord’s magic was released. It went towards Potter’s magical core before stopping and retracting. Two can play at.causing psychological damage. Voldemort growled, putting all of his hatred and intent to harm into the wordless torture curse. All of a sudden there was a flood of agonizing screams; piercing through the air like a sharp blade would flesh. It was a symphony to Harry, for he knew instinctively it was the father he abhorred. He smirked softly and started giggling while it rang delightedly in his ears. The Dark Lord stood over the writhing man, with his wand pointed and face lined with fury.