Harry was lying on the ground; both of his hands were tied behind his back. He was wandless. All around him, he could see the legs of Death Eaters, as they walked around in chaos. He could hear them murmur in low voices. He cursed his life under his breath.

A few meters from him, he could see Hermione lying unconscious, blood soaked in her hair. Close by, Ron was trying to fight Death Eaters, desperately trying to get close to her, tied up as well and without his wand he had no chance. His mouth was opening and closing as he tried to shout, but there was a silencing charm casted on him.

Why. Thought Harry. Just why.

Today started as any other ordinary day. He was spending his holidays at the Burrow with Hermione and all Weasleys. After the lunch, he, Ron and Hermione decided to go for a walk. They were enjoying nice weather, making plans for the rest of holidays, discussing the equipment they would have to buy for the new school year and complaining about having to spend another year at Snape's potion classes. It was a relief to Harry. After what happened at Ministry at the end of the last year, he couldn't relax most of the time but for the moment now he was just talking and laughing like any teenager would.

They were just about to go back when it began.

Suddenly countless spells fired from all sides lighting everything with an array of colours. Harry saw how Hermione was hit with a red flash of light and fell down, hitting her head hard on the rocky road. He saw Ron scream her name and run forward her before rough ropes wrapped around his friend's body.

Harry ducked down immediately when the whole thing started, but it was no use. They hadn't even gotten chance to withdraw their wands. A stunning curse hit him just a second later.

The Death Eaters tied them all, took their wands, then grabbed them and quickly apparated away, carrying them to some unknown driveway in front of a large, dark mansion. They seemed to be in hurry.

Now, they were lying on the ground of a great hall of the mansion. Harry could clearly imagine what was awaiting them. Cruciatus curses, endless pain and in the end, if they were lucky, a rescuing green light of the Avada Kedavra. Tears of anger ran from his eyes. This was all his fault. How could he be so careless? Just walking around, pretending that everything was alright and there was no danger? Now the people he cared about, his best friends were going to die, all because of him.

The door at the far side of the hall opened, and the Death Eaters grew silent. Harry turned his head to see who entered the room, but he couldn't see through the people standing in the way.

"We got him Bellatrix." Called a familiar voice which made him flinch. How could he not recognize the voice of his most hated potion master. Snape! So he was there. He was amongst the people that had attacked him, brought him here and hurt his friends. That traitor! Another wave of anger ran through his body.

He could never forgive him!

"Splendid! Yaxley's information about the boy was indeed right. Our Lord will be pleased." Bellatrix moved toward him and others stepped back to let her pass. Harry could now see her black high heeled boots and when he raised his head, he got a full view of the woman.

Anger coursed through his body. The memory of her laughing while killing his beloved godfather was still too fresh.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She asked, grinning as she approached Harry. "If it isn't the Boy Who Lived." Her words were followed by the laughs of the Death Eaters. Harry glared at her, his whole body shaking with fury.

"So, before the Dark Lord arrives, why don't we have some fun?" She laughed in a high, pitchy voice then pulled out her wand, pointing it at Ron who was still struggling against his bonds.

"Crucio!" she screeched.

Ron twisted in pain, his mouth wide open as he screamed, but there was no sound, since the silencing charm was still in place.

"Stop!" Harry shouted. He didn't know if he was more terrified or angry seeing that bitch hurt someone he loved again.

She lowered her wand now turning her attention back to Harry. "What my boy, you don't like it?" A cruel smile appeared on her face as she took a step closer to him. "So will you keep me company instead? My Lord wants you sane and alive, but no one said I can't play with you."

"You filthy bitch." Harry said, his eyes filled with rage.

She simply smiled, as if pleased with something that was going on in her insane mind. With glee, she pointed her wand at him again.

"Crucio!"

Harry screamed. An unbelievable pain overwhelmed his body. It seemed like years before it finally stopped and left him shaking on the ground, breathing harshly. He closed his eyes, paralyzed with pain. He saw black dashes, when he opened them again but his vision slowly returned.

Belatrix was laughing.

"Now, now, why don't you just apologize for what you called me earlier? I may let you be and play with your friends instead. They're useless anyway."

"Bitch." Harry repeated.

"I'll have to teach you some manners, boy. Crucio!"

At first, Harry screamed again, but as it went on, he couldn't anymore. As the pain continued he didn't have any strength left to do so.

"Stop it." Snape approached the woman and laid his hand on her wand. "He will go mad. Remember, the Dark Lord wants him sane."

There was a look of disapproval in her eyes, but a little while later she hissed and stopped the curse.

"Whatever. I am going to inform My Lord, so watch him closely." She said as she turned away to leave the room. But at the same moment the front door opened.

"The Order of the Phoenix!" someone shouted and the chaos started.