WE HAVE HARRY POTTER

Part Two

He was sorry. So, so sorry.

He was an idiot. He let himself believe their stupid lies, let them lead him into a trap, and now he had probably ruined his family's lives.

'We've got your wife and children, Potter. And we're not letting them go, unless you hand yourself over.'

'Don't you love them? You would come if you loved them.'

'You should have heard the older redheads screams …'

'What about little James, and Lily and Albus? Looks like they're going the same way as their namesakes now …'

'Come on, Potter! Are you an auror at all?'

'You probably couldn't care less about them. They mean nothing to you, nothing, clearly …'

He gasped, as if he had just been doused in icy cold water.

His captor's words mixed in incessantly with his own, clawing at his head, ripping him open.

Why did he believe them? Why? They were ex Death Eaters, it's not like they could be really trusted, was it?

He remembered the strange recording that the ones who had captured him had done. He could not remember the spell, his mind was to mixed up and shattered that he could hardly remember what happened.

He remembered apologising. Saying sorry, trying to make up for what he had done. He had abandoned Ginny, he had abandoned James, Albus and Lily; he had ruined their lives, he had done what he had always vowed not to do; to leave his children without a father.

Because it was inevitable that he was going to die. Of course he was, these people had no reason to keep him alive any longer than they wanted to talk to him, taunt him, torture him.

His thought's crumbled into oblivion as he heard the door creak open, and he tensed his hands together as much as he was able.

It had been two days, and with no food or water, he was feeling so light headed and weak, it was simply all he could do to stop himself from collapsing at the feet of his captors, he had to show he was strong. For himself, for his family, and even for his captors; they could not know that he was slowly breaking, slowly shattering, that his mind was already cracking under the near constant strain of Cruciatus curses being thrown at him left, right and centre.

So many people would have broken ages ago, but not him. He had seen so much pain in his life that he could hold on to his sanity, and life, for much longer than most people. He had even resisted screaming in pain for the first few times, but then the dam seemed to split right down the middle, and he was a sobbing, screaming wreck.

He refused to plead yet, though. He would never beg.

The man - he assumed that he was a man, but he could easily be a woman. He had started contemplating whether or not these people were even human or not though, recently - walked inside of the small and cramped cell that he was in and closed the door, making the so, so beautiful light that had previously glowed through the gap in the open door cut off with an almighty bang.

The person - maybe he should call these people "it"? - walked to where he lay with such measured steps, such powerful and slow and careful steps that it almost made him shout out in terror.

Because he was so, so scared. He would never admit it to anybody, not even Ginny, but he was so, so petrified.

He could sense the person raise their wand, and he clenched his fists and locked his jaw and scrunched his eyes -

But it was not enough.

He screamed more than he had ever screamed in his life, he felt his bones almost creaking under the toll of the curse, he felt that Basilisk venom fermenting and infecting every single pore in his being, knives where ripping into his flesh, and gouging bits of him out, and pins were stabbing him all over his body -

But he had to stay.

For James.

For Albus.

For Lily.

For Ginny.

Even for the people that were not here anymore; because did he not swear to them, every time that he went on a mission or did something dangerous, that he would never, not for many years, rejoin them?

He promised them this time, and he was not going to break that promise.

- That was depressing to write. I know it's really short, but I felt that I had to include some of what Harry is feeling; to show how bad it really is. I don't think words can really justify just how painful the Cruciatus curse is, but I did my best.
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