Time to End

Chapter 1 The BREAK OUT

Cirith Ungol.

Cirith Ungol. They kept him there for two years. Two years full of misery.

Well atleast he had kept his sanity. Knowing he was innocent had affected him the way it did to Sirius.

Only one message was there in his mind. "Kill Voldemort", he hated the mere thought of Voldemort. He hated him with every fiber of his body. He knew he couldn't get out of the place because it was Voldemorts own Prison. He was pronounced 'dead' in his sixth year but infact he was in Voldemorts stockade being a victim to Voldemorts daily 'Crucio sessions' as he liked to call it. Voldemort extracted his power everyday. He felt like shit. Being there tortured every single day.

" You've got another date with the Dark Lord right know, so come with me easily or I'll have to use force" said Lucius Malfoy. Harry knowing the usual painful process crawled after Lucius. Leading him to a chamber he left. Harry looked at the Iron Maiden and the Torture Rack.

"Hope you are right Potter, today Macnair will provide the torture because I have some work at the Font." With that he apparated.

"Well, well well I see wee Potty here has to be tortured. Well that has to be fun isn't it".

After torturing him a couple of times he stopped. "Well that was definitely fun don't u think so" a sudden blast was heard from the other room. " Well Potter u got lucky."

He hurried from the room. After a couple of seconds six dozen death-eaters rushed into the room. " Don't let Potter, go no matter what" Macnair yelled. A couple of minutes went by and then THUD. A body hit the floor. A single figure was on the gargoyle hanging on the uppermost section of the wall. The figure wore a red cloak and had a thin face with burning red-eyes.

"What a single demon-slayer against a whole herd of death-eaters, you have to be kidding". With that he jumped from the ledge and with a trademark somersault he took out his guns and took out as many people he could in that single movement. On reaching the ground, he in one fluid movement took out Alastor and swiped the head from three death-eaters in that move.

Doing some amazing swipes and moves it was only time before every one of the death-eaters lay there dead, cut to pieces. Looking at the bodies the figure smiled triumphantly. After walking around for inspecting the bodies he finally spotted the body he wanted.

"Wotcher, Harry" he said before picking his body and leaving Cirith Ungol a burning heap.

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Well here it is my first fic. I would like to thank Ben, Sheen rox, Patrick Darzen and last but not least RiNuN and DescendantOfVoldemort for their inspiration. Thanx Ben (onoM) for everything If u want any work done just drop me a line.