The Horcrux Mishap
Harry looked down at the locket around Ron's neck. It was changing him, and it wasn't fair. Not only was it unfair to Harry and Hermione, but to Ron too. He had taken the locket off not even five minutes ago, and Ron had offered to take it. He had a moment's indecision, but swiped the locket off of Ron's neck and slipped it around his own. He took up his position as guard. The next morning, Harry was extremely irritable, not only from lack of sleep and food, but also from prolonged exposer with the horcrux. When Ron and Hermione woke up, Ron was in such a good mood that he suggested he take the locket back. Harry flat out refused, saying it was his job to get rid of the Horcruxes, so he should be the one to suffer from it. The next few days passed without incident, unless you count Harry getting so angry he punched a tree until his knuckles bled. On the seventh straight day of wearing the horcrux, however, something did happen. Harry was walking around outside of the tent, trying to think of where Voldemort might be hiding his Horcruxes when suddenly his arms and legs began to feel like lead. His eyelids became heavy and quite as suddenly he couldn't keep himself standing. He fell back into the cool grass and knew no more.
Harry's eyes flew open. He was now laying on cold stone in a dark, drafty room. Three people were standing over him. The ginger, freckled face of Ron had a look of confusion and pure hatred. Hermione's face had a mingled look of concern, confusion, and something that looked like sorrow. It took him a moment to register the third face, Luna Lovegood. She alone seemed nonplused by Harry's presence in the room.
"What's going on, where are we?" Harry asked, sitting up and rubbing his aching head. Ron folded his arms and seemed to be considering saying something to Harry.
"We're in the dungeon of Malfoy manor, we're being detained by Death Eaters for questioning, torture, and, most likely, murder." Harry blinked.
"What, how did..." but Ron cut him off.
"Yeah, you got us chucked in here."
"What are you on about?" Harry asked.
"You disappeared for like thirty minutes, and when you came back, you had a group of Death Eaters with you. You brought them into the tent and gave them the locket." Ron replied. His face, previously screwed up like he was looking at something unpleasant, slid into an expression of understanding and an almost apologetic look. "The locket." He said. Hermione gave a little "Oh." of understanding. "You wore it for too long, it possessed you." Anger, spite, and bitterness welded up inside Harry's chest at Ron's words. The door to the dungeon banged open and Harry flew to his feet. Lucius Malfoy stepped over the threshold with a smug look.
"Ah, Potter." He began. "You're awake now, hm. Perfect, the Dark Lord would like to have a word with you." He reached out and snatched Harry up by the collar. Malfoy tugged Harry down the hall, until they came to large french double doors with a coiled snake painted across both of them.
He pulled Harry, forcibly through the door and threw him to the ground. Harry looked up, and realized he was at the feet of Lord Voldemort.
"Stand up, boy." He hissed. Harry jumped to his feet. "Even you, I trust, have noticed what I did by now?"
"Yes." Harry said in bitter tones of resentment.
"And what may that be, Harry?"
"You used your locket to possess me and force me to bring you Ron and Hermione, and your locket." Voldemort's face split into a wide, sickening grin. Harry sunk to his knees in a low bow, to the shock of everyone in the room besides Voldemort. "You didn't have to do that my lord. I would've done so willingly if you had just asked." As he said this the mark on his left arm tingled a bit as though in agreement.