ESCAPE FROM HELL.
Harry was kidnapped after Voldemort's resurrection in the graveyard, a month later he escapes. Can he recover from the horrific torture at Voldemort's hand?
Story Information.
- The Ministry believes Voldemort has returned.
- Cedric is alive and part of the Order. (When Voldemort ordered Pettigrew to kill Cedric, Harry levitated the Triwizard Cup to him, sending Cedric back to Hogwarts.)
- Sirius is free (Dumbledore convinced Fudge to talk to Sirius, giving him Veritaserum, and Sirius showed Fudge the memory of Pettigrew's confession in the Shrieking Shack.)
Everyone thinks Voldemort killed Harry.
PROLOGUE.
Pain.
It was the only thing he felt, the only thing he had known for the last month.
His breath shaking, Harry sat with his back against the wall of his tiny cell. Covering his mouth with a hand as he coughed hoarsely, he grimaced when it came away spotted with blood. Not that he was really worried, none of his injuries were life threatening; he had broken ribs, a broken wrist, numerous cuts and bruises covered his body - But nothing Voldemort did to him would kill him, Voldemort wanted him to beg for death.
It was something he would never do. No matter what Voldemort did, no matter how bad it got, he would not give in!
There was only one option, only one way he could end his pain.
Escape.
It was the last thing anyone would expect. The one thing Voldemort had told him would be impossible.
It wouldn't be easy. The door to his cell was locked from the outside, inside was spelled with anti-disapparition charms... And he didn't have his wand... Harry frowned, remembering when he'd used magic before he'd found out he was a wizard, he hadn't needed a wand then.
Looking around him, he pointed at a piece of brick that had cracked off the wall. "Wingardium leviosa..." A slow grin formed as the lump of brick lifted off the ground, maybe escaping wouldn't be so hard after all.
Harry held back a pained cry as he Pulled himself to his feet. Turning to the back wall, he waved his hand, pointing at the wall. "Bombarda Maxima!"
As the wall exploded, Harry shielded his face with his hands. He was moving before the dust and rubble had settled, staggering over chunks of brick, gritting his teeth as his body throbbed with waves of agony.
He broke into a run as he heard the pounding footsteps coming towards him, gasping as his scar began to burn; he had to escape, he couldn't allow himself to be caught again.
He ran, terror flooding through him as he heard the Death Eater's pursuit. He ducked, dodged and leaped away from the curses fired at him. Sprinting away, leaving the horrors behind him.