A/N: I know I haven't updated in almost or is it over half a year?...oops... but guess what all my other stories are kinda on hold as I may or may not of lost the memory stick that holds all my stories... *Avoids all pointy things that are being flung my way* Wait who through the teddy? *snatch* anyways, Sorry but my muse has gone crazy and depanded I write this, sorry about the lack of editing my editer and muse are sadly still at school. Stupid university (which I also go to...hmm) Anyways I hope you enjoy the very begining of a new story which already has most of a second chapter *hopeful look* ok on to the story!

Story!

"Just join me, all this will end when you do." There was no reply to the deep voice, only the sound of shallow breaths filled the room.

"After so long you are still so stubborn? Fine, curcio!" This time a scream answered the voice. The voice was over used and hoarse.

"Bastard." It was the only thing that could be choked out from the closed off throat after the curse finally ended. A chuckle was his answer.

"I will return in one hour, I expect you to be more cooperative and to ensure that you are Bellatrix will be playing with you while I'm gone. Enjoy Harry." With that Voldemort walked out of the from as a cackling Bellatrix walked in.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he had lost track of how long he had been in this cell, chained in the same positions, against the wall with his hands up over his head, suspended over the floor facing the ceiling his arms and legs pulled tight to the side, or simply suspended with his hands above his head. All while one of his many tormentors torterd him or drained him of his magic.

Which was extremely successful.

And yet none of his friends had tried to come get him, not even the Order had tried, maybe he had been gone for so long that they thought him dead and it useless to even try to save him. Had Voldemort won and taken over? Where his friends safe? Where they even still alive?

A slash across his chest woke him from his daydreaming, a gasp forced its way out of his sore throat as Bellatrix cackled again.

"Itty Potter, want to play?" Harry didn't have a chance to answer as more cuts were slashed across his body. Opening more wounds then Harry cared to count.

When Voldemort came back Harry couldn't even hold his head up he was so drained of everything, magic, energy, blood. But apparently his nerve endings where not yet finished because as soon as Harry felt Voldemort's hand on his chin, he screamed in pain.

He wanted so badly to be away from the pain, away from the loneliness away from this evil bastard that could do nothing but hurt everything in his path!

He just wanted to be safe.

Before he could even really think about it his magic lashed out, Harry didn't know what happened after that, he simply closed his eyes to the swirl of colours. He could hear screams pierce the air but he didn't know if they came from himself or from Voldemort, and to be honest he didn't quite care. The pain in his gut was over powering and swirl of colour disorienting.

Then it all just seemed to stop.

The colours faded to be white, the pain finally numbed, the screams fell silent.