Time for me to do this again I guess. I will try to finish this sometime. I really will. I'm already half-way through (I think, I don't really know how it will end yet). bear with me and Give me reviews to keep me going!

Title: What to fight for
Author: NiccoNicco
Form: Chapters
Genre: Angst/Friendship
Rating: T
Summary: one simple mistake can lead to a whole diffrent life.
Disclaimer: I thought we've been through this. If I would be JK Rowling I wouldn't write fanfictions to my own work. come on!

His steps on the stone floor echoed through the halls, as he slowly made his way back into safety. He was soaking wet from the rain pouring down outside. He was dirty, his cloths were ripped and he was exhausted. His once proud face showed defeat, depression and despite. Nothing were as it was once, everything has changed. What he always has been taught had been wrong, everything he believed in was misjudged. He had been a fool for believing them, for making them put these bizarre thoughts in his head.

He had seen things, things he couldn't get out of his head. Nothing about it had been anything near right. Everything was wrong, their beliefs, everything they've been working for. He had made one slip, and that was enough for them to throw him into the dungeons. His father was disappointed, he knew that much. However, he wasn't sure about his mother, if she was relived he'd chose the path his father failed to take, of if she was disappointed in him as well. He knew she was beyond worry. He could see it in her eyes when they dragged him away from her arms. They had been full of hurt, sadness and worry; he didn't like to see her like that. Especially not because of him, it tore him apart.

His cell had been cold, he didn't like cold, and lonely. The cells beside him had at least two people in them, if any. It made him feel more alone than ever. His cell was by the little open window, which made it even cooler, while the others were at the other end. As they threw him in the other prisoners watched him with confusion, anger and hate. It was a noted fact these people didn't like him or his presence. He understood that and he actually wished to be locked away into somewhere empty. He'd rather be all alone than in the company of the people who hated him with all their heart and probably should have killed him if they got the chance. After all, he was the reason they were in there.

He was still in the cell when his last school year had begun and he got so thin, you could see his ribcage clearly. The colour of his skin was almost gone, he hadn't seen the sun in weeks, and his hair was far from his natural colour.

He had been sitting in his usual corner underneath the window, playing with his hands as the door suddenly flew open. He didn't even look up, ha was used by this; someone would come in here and take one of the other prisoners with them upstairs, he would hear screams, curses and laughter for about one hour or more. The victim would either come back down, obviously hurt and broken, or not. It was the hard truth and every one of them knew it. However, those who came down, the death eaters, wouldn't even look in his direction, they wouldn't give him a sneer nor a "hurtful" word, they wouldn't even send him a curse. He, of course, was fine with that, but the others had begun to notice and it made them hate him even further.

This time though, the Death eater opened his cell and walked in. He looked up at the newcomer and got up at his feet. His legs were shaking out of lack of energy, and he stumbled a little, but didn't let them see it hurt him. This was it, if this was the day he was going to die he would walk into the dreaded room with his head held high. The Death Eater grabbed him by the collar and dragged him with him. But instead of walking upstairs, the Death Eater took him towards the others. The Death Eater threw into the grate, which made him fall, and grabbed him by the collar once again and pushed him roughly into the grate again.

The prisoners inside grabbed his arms and used what they had to hurt him as much as they could. The Death Eater laughed and threw him at the floor behind him. His arms were bleeding, as well as his face, and he didn't get up from where he was laying.

A/N:at least three Reviews before I'll update.

Love, NiccoNicco