Just make it stop!
A red-hot poker was pressed into his back and he arched it, like a cat, in
a pointless effort to get away from the pain. The once lean and muscular
body was now thin, weak and scarred from the time he'd been there. How
long was it? Days, Weeks, Months, Years; god only knew how long he'd been
there, he certainly didn't.
The normally pleasant, emerald green eyes were now a shuttered blank void
of nothing. Instead of the piercing green, they were a shadowed silver, a
ruby of red, a sapphire of blue, a moon of white and a depth of black. It
was just one of the many transformations that had taken place over the time
he'd been there.
Occasionally he wondered, when coherent thought was possible despite the
constant pain, if the people back home had noticed his disappearance, and
if they were trying to rescue him. He'd been there for so long that he was
beginning to doubt it. Not even Snape had done it.
He was thrown, as a huddled lump of rags, onto the cold floor in front of the Dark Lord, as he summoned the Death Eaters. Harry didn't cry out as pain shot through his scar, nor as Wormtail placed the cruciatus curse on him again, or even when Voldemort added another, more powerful one to it. He felt the air rush as people apparated around him, Death Eaters coming to the call of their master. "Faithful Death Eaters," Voldemort greeted them, "I wish for you to help me in the breaking of a rather foolish future Death Eater." There was a muted muttering around the circle, Harry lying there in a shivering huddle. He heard someone step forward, "Master, who is it that is rude enough to disregard your invitation?" "Ah, Severus!" Voldemort leered, "I believe I shall not tell you yet, but merely ask for your combined assistance in persuading him of the . benefits of joining our ranks." And the curses were thrown at him time and again for hours, until he was almost dying from agony. He hadn't cried out, or made even a single sound, instead ignoring the whole thing and visualizing a scene that he wished he could experience again: Hogwarts, at the Sorting Ceremony, or the Yule Ball, or any other time at Hogwarts. Finally they called a halt to his punishments and he breathed a sigh of relief as he was allowed to lie there, listening to the meeting continue as a normal meeting should. He ignored the aching in his bones and denied the burning in his stomach. "Severus! Lucius! Stay behind!" Voldemort commanded, ending the meeting and allowing all others to disapparate. Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape bowed deeply, "Master?" they asked simultaneously, "how can we serve you?" "Snape, take the boy back to a cell! I will talk to you later!" Voldemort instructed, turning to Lucius. Harry was barely conscious, when Snape grabbed his robe and dragged him along the rough floor, bouncing him up and down as he passed along the corridor to the first cell, "Who are you?" he heard Snape ask. Barely able to open an eye, Harry murmured indistinct noises and shifted, "Siri. Pad. Lupe. Moon. Pain. Foot. dore." Snape stared and the bedraggled figure on the floor, "Give me some time," he murmured, "and I might actually work out what that meant, but I must go." He hurried back to Voldemort, wondering what agony awaited him.
The scene repeated itself day after day, week after week, until Harry was almost certain that he would break soon. He was dragged back to the meeting room and subjected to the cruciatus for hours on end, time after time until he gave up all hope of Snape discovering his true identity, or Dumbledore swooping in to rescue him. Surely school would have started again, and he would have been missed - unless nobody cared anymore. And then, the fateful day arrived. He was thrown onto the hard floor again, feeling the last remaining unbroken bone in his body snap, he huddled to the ground; ignoring the shooting pain through his spine, and the agony throughout his body. "Today, faithful Death Eaters, is the day that the world learns of my domination!" Voldemort laughed an evil, mirthless laugh, "I am projecting this scene to every Wizarding place in England at this moment, as we swear a new Death Eater to our ranks!" "Master!" Lucius Malfoy slimed, "Can we now know the identity of our new brother?" "I believe," Voldemort said with a smirk, "that it would be an auspicious time to announce the identity, yes. Harry Potter has finally agreed to join us!" There was a surprised intake and Harry took the pause from the cruciatus to raise himself to his feet, "Never!" he said weakly, "I will never join you, Tom!" Snape watched in surprise as he realized that the boy had been his own student, suffering for months, at his and his master's hands - and NOBODY had realized, not even Dumbledore had realized that he had been kidnapped. It was the Sorting Feast at this very moment and nobody had yet noticed Harry's absence. "Submit to the Dark Lord's force, Potter!" Malfoy shouted. Harry drew himself up taller, the gauntness of his face more evident than before as everyone could see through the shredded robes how thin and undernourished his body was. His eyes were devoid of every emotion except hatred, and pain greater than any they could imagine. It was blatantly obvious how broken his body was, with every single bone bent and sticking out at odd angles and many wondered how he could stand with them. "MALFOY!" he said in a whisper, more commanding of attention than even Voldemorts cries, "I will never join the Dark Lord and never submit to his force!" Everyone watching, in Hogwarts, the Ministry and Wizarding Households cheered in support for Harry, but waited with bated breaths for what was most definitely to come next. There was a silence, and then all the Death Eaters fired the Cruciatus curse at him at the same moment. Many of the onlookers winced, having been subjected to the cruciatus at some point or another, barely able to comprehend the pain it must be causing the already injured child to have over thirty curses acting on him at one time. Dumbledore was watching the scene with a piercing blue gaze fixed on the boy, "oh dear," he said softly. When the curses were lifted, something in Harry seemed to have broken. He stood and glared at the Dark Lord, "I will never join you," he said spitting into his enemy's face, "I would kill myself first!" And he raised his hand, pointing his index finger at himself, "Avada Kedavra!" he cried. The familiar green light shot out of his finger, shocking everyone, and hit him dead in the chest. An outraged, or dismayed, howl was heard from everyone who watched the scene (depending on who they were), but none were prepared for what followed. Instead of killing Harry, the light exploded, turning a blinding white and ballooning out to hit every Death Eater, and Voldemort, sucking out their energy, causing them to collapse; unconscious. Harry looked around faintly, "thank Merlin!" he murmured in a profuse prayer, before disarming them all and summoning something. The screen went blank and everyone gasped in shock, "Oh Merlin!" many murmured. Dumbledore was staring at where the screen had been as he said to McGonagall, "get someone on lookout for Snape and Harry. Immediately."
He was thrown, as a huddled lump of rags, onto the cold floor in front of the Dark Lord, as he summoned the Death Eaters. Harry didn't cry out as pain shot through his scar, nor as Wormtail placed the cruciatus curse on him again, or even when Voldemort added another, more powerful one to it. He felt the air rush as people apparated around him, Death Eaters coming to the call of their master. "Faithful Death Eaters," Voldemort greeted them, "I wish for you to help me in the breaking of a rather foolish future Death Eater." There was a muted muttering around the circle, Harry lying there in a shivering huddle. He heard someone step forward, "Master, who is it that is rude enough to disregard your invitation?" "Ah, Severus!" Voldemort leered, "I believe I shall not tell you yet, but merely ask for your combined assistance in persuading him of the . benefits of joining our ranks." And the curses were thrown at him time and again for hours, until he was almost dying from agony. He hadn't cried out, or made even a single sound, instead ignoring the whole thing and visualizing a scene that he wished he could experience again: Hogwarts, at the Sorting Ceremony, or the Yule Ball, or any other time at Hogwarts. Finally they called a halt to his punishments and he breathed a sigh of relief as he was allowed to lie there, listening to the meeting continue as a normal meeting should. He ignored the aching in his bones and denied the burning in his stomach. "Severus! Lucius! Stay behind!" Voldemort commanded, ending the meeting and allowing all others to disapparate. Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape bowed deeply, "Master?" they asked simultaneously, "how can we serve you?" "Snape, take the boy back to a cell! I will talk to you later!" Voldemort instructed, turning to Lucius. Harry was barely conscious, when Snape grabbed his robe and dragged him along the rough floor, bouncing him up and down as he passed along the corridor to the first cell, "Who are you?" he heard Snape ask. Barely able to open an eye, Harry murmured indistinct noises and shifted, "Siri. Pad. Lupe. Moon. Pain. Foot. dore." Snape stared and the bedraggled figure on the floor, "Give me some time," he murmured, "and I might actually work out what that meant, but I must go." He hurried back to Voldemort, wondering what agony awaited him.
The scene repeated itself day after day, week after week, until Harry was almost certain that he would break soon. He was dragged back to the meeting room and subjected to the cruciatus for hours on end, time after time until he gave up all hope of Snape discovering his true identity, or Dumbledore swooping in to rescue him. Surely school would have started again, and he would have been missed - unless nobody cared anymore. And then, the fateful day arrived. He was thrown onto the hard floor again, feeling the last remaining unbroken bone in his body snap, he huddled to the ground; ignoring the shooting pain through his spine, and the agony throughout his body. "Today, faithful Death Eaters, is the day that the world learns of my domination!" Voldemort laughed an evil, mirthless laugh, "I am projecting this scene to every Wizarding place in England at this moment, as we swear a new Death Eater to our ranks!" "Master!" Lucius Malfoy slimed, "Can we now know the identity of our new brother?" "I believe," Voldemort said with a smirk, "that it would be an auspicious time to announce the identity, yes. Harry Potter has finally agreed to join us!" There was a surprised intake and Harry took the pause from the cruciatus to raise himself to his feet, "Never!" he said weakly, "I will never join you, Tom!" Snape watched in surprise as he realized that the boy had been his own student, suffering for months, at his and his master's hands - and NOBODY had realized, not even Dumbledore had realized that he had been kidnapped. It was the Sorting Feast at this very moment and nobody had yet noticed Harry's absence. "Submit to the Dark Lord's force, Potter!" Malfoy shouted. Harry drew himself up taller, the gauntness of his face more evident than before as everyone could see through the shredded robes how thin and undernourished his body was. His eyes were devoid of every emotion except hatred, and pain greater than any they could imagine. It was blatantly obvious how broken his body was, with every single bone bent and sticking out at odd angles and many wondered how he could stand with them. "MALFOY!" he said in a whisper, more commanding of attention than even Voldemorts cries, "I will never join the Dark Lord and never submit to his force!" Everyone watching, in Hogwarts, the Ministry and Wizarding Households cheered in support for Harry, but waited with bated breaths for what was most definitely to come next. There was a silence, and then all the Death Eaters fired the Cruciatus curse at him at the same moment. Many of the onlookers winced, having been subjected to the cruciatus at some point or another, barely able to comprehend the pain it must be causing the already injured child to have over thirty curses acting on him at one time. Dumbledore was watching the scene with a piercing blue gaze fixed on the boy, "oh dear," he said softly. When the curses were lifted, something in Harry seemed to have broken. He stood and glared at the Dark Lord, "I will never join you," he said spitting into his enemy's face, "I would kill myself first!" And he raised his hand, pointing his index finger at himself, "Avada Kedavra!" he cried. The familiar green light shot out of his finger, shocking everyone, and hit him dead in the chest. An outraged, or dismayed, howl was heard from everyone who watched the scene (depending on who they were), but none were prepared for what followed. Instead of killing Harry, the light exploded, turning a blinding white and ballooning out to hit every Death Eater, and Voldemort, sucking out their energy, causing them to collapse; unconscious. Harry looked around faintly, "thank Merlin!" he murmured in a profuse prayer, before disarming them all and summoning something. The screen went blank and everyone gasped in shock, "Oh Merlin!" many murmured. Dumbledore was staring at where the screen had been as he said to McGonagall, "get someone on lookout for Snape and Harry. Immediately."