Thanks to Emeraldember, bluephoenix36, ejwgirl2 and black-rose23 for reviewing my last fic!

This one should be a bit better, but I'm still learning after all. I'm trying a different theme with this one so I hope someone out their likes it. Be brutal in the reviews! Be nice too, but tell me how to improve please. Oh yeah, and this is not a one off hopefully. Iwill do more chapters when I have time. Please read and review! I can only get better!

Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter yadayadayada and all that stuff too.

Pain and suffering

"Crucio"

The high pitched voice ran through the chamber like a chill down the spine. Harry, who had nearly regained enough energy to stand, fell once again on his knees. He willed himself not to scream, he couldn't, but he could feel the scream running up his body. He screwed his eyes up against the pain, which felt like molten lead, pouring through his veins. His scar was on fire. Then suddenly, he became dimly aware that the pain was leaving. He lay on the floor, unsure if he could move, or if he even wanted to.

"Did you enjoy that potter? Would you like your friends to have a share in our fun? Bring them, Wormtail!"

"Y...y…yes lord…right away sir…"

Harry raised his head a fraction of an inch, to see Wormtail come back into the room with…with Ron. He was conscious, thank god, but Harry could see the pain in his face. He watched, feeling helpless, too weak to do a thing, as wormtail tied his friend to a chair.

"Now Potter, you have a choice. Tell me what I need to know and I'll kill him painlessly. If you don't, I will have no choice but to bring you both great suffering."

"I don't know what you want me to tell you." Harry said desperately, terrified of what would happen to Ron. And it would all be his fault. He didn't care what happened to himself, but he wouldn't let someone else die for his mistakes.

"Tut tut Potter…that simply isn't good enough" Voldemort said, raising his wand, but pointing it directly at Harry.

"No!" thought Harry, but he was not going to say it. He wasn't sure he could survive much more of this.

"Crucio."

For the second time, Harry felt his whole body engulfed in pain. It pulled him down. He knew he was screaming, and didn't care. He wanted to die, anything to make the pain go away. He could hear Ron screaming his name and wanted him to shut up. He was in enough danger as it was. Once again, the pain subsided and Harry was left panting on the floor, wishing to be anywhere but here. "Just let it stop" he thought.

Voldemort seemed not to care about information anymore. He had a mad gleam in his blood red eyes as he turned to Ron.

"Not Ron" thought Harry, "anything but that…kill me"

"Avada…"

Harry screamed, more than he ever had before…

Sorry about the ending and shortness guys, but I was eager to post this and couldn't think of another way to do it. Blame my English teacher and her confounded essays!