A/N: So I know the charcters are quite out of charcter, I don't know but they've all been through and fair bit of changes and I've only noticed now that the effects on which happen to Harry would have made him slightly insane but I think he might be I don't know.
Warnings : Torture scenes, I'm not sure weather they're graphic or not but let's just say they are eh?
NO SLASH! Just making that clear because it will look like it but it isn't haven't got anything against slash I just can't write it well.
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own any of the charcters, thank-you.
Enjoy!
Captured
Chapter 1: Here I am
Cedric was dead, staring wide eyed up at the sky, shocked. Poor sod, in Voldemort's presence and gets killed by Pettigrew.
I'm Harry Potter, the supposed boy-who-lived, the chosen one, I was in fourth year when they got me, Voldemort and his death eaters, finished the final task, Cedric and I were transported here by portkey.
Voldemort's minion Peter Pettigrew tied me to his master's father's tombstone and used me to resurrect him.
Now here any normal villain would kill their bane of existents but not Voldemort, no, he would rather have a long winded speech and duel, we duelled, I surprisingly won but it didn't matter in the end, I couldn't get away fast enough. He grabbed my arm and we apparated to a house, the riddle house.
Let me tell you, having your first apparating experience after completing the Triwizard tournament and the one your apparating with is someone that wants to kill you, not pleasant, not pleasant at all.
That's how I got here, slave of the dark lord; I'm still the chosen one Voldemort's chosen one. Oh they all go on about how lucky I am to serve his evilness; sometimes I think the slaves are just as sinister as their masters.
You see Voldemort has very little needs other than to tournament his bane and have it be able to do nothing, because that's what I was, his bane. Now though, I'm more like his toy, not sexually, I think his got Bellatrix for that.
I know they've been looking for me, the light side, but after a year they've given up, I saw that they found Cedric's body and some believed I killed him.
I've been sneaking papers from other Death Eaters rooms if I try and put in a good word to Voldemort about their torturing skills, of course I have to be completely honest about it so I'm tortured first, naturally.
I'm sixteen now, two years here as harden me up, I can't remember my friends names, I can only remember Sirius, Cedric and Dumbledore, of course I know all the death eaters names though. Bellatrix, Lucius, Draco but he doesn't know I'm here, Severus Snape slimy git, Narcissa, Fenrir Greyback, Petty Peter, Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. all of them.
Oh and mighty Lord Voldemort himself or Tom Riddle, I reckon half of his followers don't even know his a half blood, I think his mother was a squib too, I'll give him something though, for a thoroughly un magical background his got some talent, not good talent but talent, and now I'm sounding like Olivander. Great.
Here he comes now, his bloody cloak whipping round his feet, I don't even know if he wears shoes or not, I never want to see him unclothed again that's for sure.
"Hello Potter, it's that time again." He hissed gleefully, this man no snake, needs a hobby, oh wait, he has one, torturing the chosen one.
I just nod in submission, I mean it's not like I'll get anywhere fighting back, more pain maybe but he likes to be fair.
"I've got a friend tonight, a new recruit. Needs some training and I thought I'd share." He continued to hiss in his snake like voice, the guy is a snake, he has some serious issues.
"Draco, come and see your victim, look him in the eyes." The snake hissed, Draco stepped forward and a smile twitched at my lips, the bloke looked worse for wear, pale, bags under his eyes, his hairs not nearly as slicked as the last time I saw him.
His eyes were dead, they weren't cold no, they were filled with regret and anger but not at me, or it might be at me, god knows what I've done to piss someone off now, I could've accidentally given the great snake face a bad review on his father's torturing skills.
"Go on Draco, say it, curse him." Snake face hissed and I grinned at him, I knew I was making this worse for me but I didn't care, rebellion, in its smallest forms.
"What are you waiting for boy, do it!" Snakey screamed and Draco obliged.
"Crucio!" He yelled and I was in a world of pain, very similar to my normal world but it's worse, thousands of white hot knives stabbing into me, twisting, pulling, dragging, my skin melting off, poison running through my blood, I scream, I scream so loud, it makes it better if only by a small bit.
Then it stops, the pain all stops and I'm there, chained to the wall, hanging, head down breathing in deep breaths, I look up and under my eyes lashes I see his face, it's cold and emotionless but his eyes are horrified, first torture I assume.
"Good boy Draco, again! Make him suffer!" Voldemort screeched, he look so excited it was sickening.
And he did, all types of curses, all types of torture technics and all of them hurting more and more, the chains are burning now, the cool down too quickly to ice burning worse when they were almost on fire, I can feel blood dribbling down my arms. And I'm still screaming, but it's not just physical torture that be too easy, there's mental torture too and Draco administers it all.
My parents deaths, Cedric dying, being chased by Dudley and his gang, thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, watching Sirius' soul be almost suck out, watching Buckbeak die and all the torture sessions, their faces, eye's wide in insanity and delight, Bellatrix giggling as she cursed me over and over.
After what seems like hours it's over, and I'm left alone, shaking, trying to slow down my breathing and heart, it's all over for the night, he'll back tomorrow but it's over for the night, all over.
It almost works, it would have if the door hadn't swung open again, I panicked, I struggled against my chains whimpering, I was weak, it was only one a day, never two, why are they back.
I felt a cold hand on my arm and jerked back, no, they don't ever come close enough to touch me, who is this?
I looked up and saw the pale face of Draco Malfoy for the second time tonight, I draw back again and he shakes his head, he casts a quick look towards the no closed door and grabs my head.
"Potter, I'm telling Dumbledore where you are, he'll come get you, be prepared for it, hang in there Potter." Was what he whispered in my ear before stepping back and going back to the door, I watched as he fixed his face into a cold emotionless mask.
"His fall is coming Potter, and you're going to have to lead it."
