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CHAPTER 1- Captured

Harry was laying on his bed, or what you could call his bed. He was tired from all of his chores, but sleep would not claim him. He knew that if he would fall asleep, he would dream of Sirius falling through the vail over and over again. He could never get a good night's sleep. If he did sleep, he would wake up in the middle of the night from his nightmares and then there was always the chance of waking up Uncle Vernon, and that wasn't something he wanted to do.

Harry would work all day long, completing chores. He worked in the burning heat, and never eating more then three slices of bread, some cheese, and a glass of water. He always had to make sure the chores were done exceptionally well. Uncle Vernon used any reason to refuse Harry some food. Harry was already loosing weight, and with sleepless nights, his energy was low. He just wanted to get through the rest of the summer. Only two months remained, and Harry didn't know what he would do. He hadn't heard from Ron or Hermione at all, and since he left Hedwig with Ron, Harry wasn't able to write to them. He didn't even know what was going on in the Wizarding World. Harry wasn't even sure he wanted to know, especially after what happened a month ago. He still blamed himself. If he just would have worked harder on his Occlumency he might have been able to save Sirius, but he hadn't. And that cost Sirius' life. He might had been living with him right now, not worrying about sleep or chores, but having fun with his Godfather, but that was not happening. Instead he was stuck here, doing chores endlessly throughout the day. Slaving away, just waiting for the days to end and sit on the train back to Hogwarts.

The next morning, Harry was working in the garden when he saw an elderly man walk by. He was using his cane for support and moving by slowly. Harry went back to work when he heard a cry. He looked over to where the elderly man was and saw that he fell down. Without another thought, Harry got up and went to the elderly man and reached down to help him up. The elderly man looked up and had an eerie smile on his face.

"Well well well, I never knew it would be this easy…Potter" the man said, and before Harry could do anything, he felt the familiar tug of a Portkey.

Landing in a heap on the ground, Harry looked around himself and saw that he was in a dark room.

"Come on Potter" the elderly man said, pulling him along, "the Dark Lord is waiting, and it's never a good idea to keep him waiting."

Harry didn't know what was going on, but he knew what ever it was, it wasn't good.

He followed the elderly man, and saw as the elderly man started to turn into a middle aged man. Harry was stunned. He couldn't believe he was tricked like this. He felt so stupid.

Finally they made it to a large door. The obvious Death Eater knocked once, and opened the door. He walked forward, the other Death Eaters parting, allowing him to walk to the front. Harry was pushed forward by another Death Eater. He walked to the front and then saw, as the Death Eater was bowing before someone, and then Harry saw the eyes. Red. It was Voldemort. Of course he knew it had to be him, but some part of Harry wished it was all a bad dream, and he was going to wake up soon. Those red eyes landed on Harry.

"Potter…ssso nicsse of you to join usss" Voldemort's voice hissed.

"Tom" Harry boldly said.

"Don't call me by that filthy name! Crucio" Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Harry who fell to the ground shaking in pain, but he wouldn't scream. He wouldn't allow Voldemort that pleasure. Voldemort finally let up.

"You ssseee, you need to shown me some resssspect! I demand ressspect! And if you can't remember, I might need to remind you…Crucio!"

Harry was withering on the floor, and soon he couldn't hold in the screams anymore. He screamed out, and after what seemed like hours, but in reality was only two minutes, Voldemort stopped. Harry just wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to wake up from this dream…this nightmare. He couldn't understand why Voldemort wasn't just killing him. Harry felt stupid for not taking his wand, but since he was just working outside, he didn't take it with him, but left it underneath the loose floorboard in his room. The last time he had it with him, Uncle Vernon saw it and threatened to burn it. Luckily Harry had been able to convince him otherwise and only took it out when he was sure no one would be able to see.

But now he could really use it. At least then he would have had a slight chance to get out of here. He didn't even know how he could alert anyone that he was gone. He doubted that anyone from the Order would know. No one was there when he got taken away and normally he did chores inside of the house, so no one really saw him during the day.

"Now…we have a little surprisssse for our guessst" Voldemort said, "I'm sure you'll be pleasssed."

Harry knew that whatever Voldemort had planned, it definitely wasn't good.

"Nott, bring our guestsss" Voldemort said, and Nott left through the doors.

The room was silent, only Harry's heavy breathing could be heard. Harry was starting to get worried. He had seen the glint in Voldemort's eyes. The doors opened, and Harry heard the shuffling of feet.

"Potter…I'm sure you know thessse people" Voldemort said, motioning to three people behind Harry. Harry turned around, and when he saw the faces of the three people, his eyes went wide.

It was Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Ahh…our guessstssss are here. How nice of you to join ussss. Curcio! Crucio! Crucio!" Voldemort hissed, hitting Ron, Hermione, and Ginny with the curse, causing them to wither on the floor and scream in agony.

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