*EVERYTHING BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING! I'M JUST PLAYING WITH IT!

"CRU---" Malfoy started to shout.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Harry shouted.

Unfortunately, Malfoy dodged it on time.

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy shouted, disarming Harry.

When Harry tried to reach for it, Malfoy made it go further away. Harry stood glaring at his school rival.

"You get out of here and please don't tell anyone. Otherwise I will never talk to you again. "He ordered Moaning Myrtle. She nodded her head timidly and disappeared.

Just great.

"So Potter, I'm surprised you actually tried to do that dark spell. A death eater made that spell. He taught it to other death eaters. "

Harry couldn't believe what he just heard.

Hermione is right. That book is dangerous.

"Well Potter I have to say I'm happy that you came here…." Malfoy said twirling his wand.

Suddenly he pointed it at the door saying a spell, Harry didn't recognize. Then to Harry's shock and dismay, he did the silencing spell.

"No one will hear you Harry. No will be able to get inside here. Now I can avenge my father. CRUCIO!"

With no time to move, the curse hit Harry's chest. It was worse than the graveyard, since Malfoy put it on him longer than Voldemort. Harry gasped for air with his hands and knees on the floor after Malfoy lift the curse off him.

"That was for my father. CRUCIO!" Harry screamed with agony.

"That's for making my father and mother targets."

Harry couldn't help to be curious when Malfoy's voice changed tone. Instead of bragging, it sounded more fearful.

What is he talking about?

"CRUCIO!" Harry screamed again. " That's for making the dark lord threaten me to do his orders.

So he is working for Voldemort.

"So you are death eater?"

Once he said the words, he found Malfoy choking him while pinned against the wall.

"Do you think I ever wanted to be a death eater?" Malfoy asked Harry, his voice trembling.

"You hate muggleborns. And your father …" Harry choked when Malfoy put his hands around his throat.

"I hate working for him." Malfoy said in a low cold voice. "I hate you Potter because you are the reason I had to become a deatheater when I'm only 16! It's your fault!" Malofy let's go of Harry's throat and pointed his wand at him again. CRUCIO!" Harry screamed.

"Why is it my fault Malfoy?"Harry asked panting. Instead of Malfoy kicked his back. Harry moaned in pain.

"You ruined everything! The Dark Lord wants to punish them…by using me…and if I fail…He threatened to kill me Potter! I have to do his order no matter how terrible it is otherwise… IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT"

It's not my fault. It's not my fault.Harry kept telling himself that. But the more he said to himself, as he lay on the floor on his back, the guiltier he felt. Flashes of his parents dying because of the prophesy; his aunt telling him that they never wanted him but had no choice; Cedric dying because he told him to take the cup with him; and Sirus falling through the veil…

"I'm sorry Malfoy." Harry said in a resigned voice. "It is my fault." Malfoy showed surprise on his face for a moment, then anger again.

"Yes it is Potter. And you are going to pay! SECTRUMSEMPRA!" Harry, not bothering to move, screamed as felt a cut across his chest.

He looked at his chest, horrified, to find a deep gash, bleeding continuously.

I can't believe I almost did that spell on him.

"Well Potter now you know what that spell is."

He pointed his wand at Harry, shouting "REDUCTO!"

Harry knew at once his legs were broken when he felt a horrible pain.

"You somehow find ways to escape, can't allow that."

He pulled out a red potion.

"One of the Dark Lord's orders was to confront you and give you this potion. What it's going to do …"

Harry didn't have the strength to fight back when Malfoy forced his mouth open and poured potion down his mouth.

"…it's going to put you in a coma. It won't be easy to survive when the Dark Lord, probably along with other deatheaters, will be torturing you…in ways you never experience…That's what he told me to tell you."

Malfoy walks away from Harry, who lay on the floor, with his chest still bleeding.

"The potion will take effect in an hour; I don't think anyone can find you on time with a silence spell on the door." Malfoy said in a tone with disgust. "Farewell, Potter."

The door shut and Harry panicked. He tried to sit up, but moaned, suspecting his ribs were broken, not just his legs. He saw the blood was pouring out fast from his chest. He looked at the door hopelessly.

"HELP!" He screamed desperately. He wanted someone to get him to the hospital wings, desperate to breathe. He clutched his chest moaning in pain.

No one is going to hear me. He realized bitterly. Some chosen one I am. I'm supposed to defeat Voldemort and I fall into his trap again.Tears began to fall on his face. Maybe it was a good thing I never got to tell Ginny…I would of broke her heart because of this…