"Wittle baby Potter is all alone now. Master will be delighted to see you. In fact, I believe he may even give me the opportunity to teach you some manners before he finally kills you."

Harry stood still and tried to ignore Bellatrix's ramblings. He knew he had gotten him into a tight situation but at least he didn't have to worry about the safety of his friends at this point. He could be as reckless as he wanted to be. He looked around the corridor and tried to find a way out. He couldn't face Voldemort yet. He had to escape somehow.

"Don't even think about escaping. There's no escape for you."

Harry looked up at Lucius Malfoy and suddenly spat on him.

"Screw you and your fucking master."

He kicked Bellatrix in the shin and took advantage of her surprise. He broke free and made a run for it. He could feel his heart beat thundering in his ears and the roars of the death eaters. He could feel them chasing him. The sounds of smashing glass, followed by an eerie whispering as their spells missed their target were shattering his ear drums. He could feel the glass raining down on him. And he felt the shards pierce his skin but he knew that he had to keep running. He just couldn't stop. The aisle had just come to an end. He looked around but he didn't know which way was the exit. He turned left and soon enough he was in another aisle filled with shelves and shelves of crystal orbs. Somehow it felt familiar. The whole view felt familiar. He didn't know when he had stopped running and started looking through the shelves. His feet automatically carried him to a shelf and came to a halt in front of it. Harry looked up and he read his own name along with Voldemort's on the shelf and below it was a crystal orb. His hands automatically moved to grasp it and as soon as he pulled it off the shelf, he felt a wand dig into the back of his neck. Harry instantly became still and slowly turned around. Immediately, Bellatrix snatched the orb from his hands and Harry felt black ropes wrap around his arms and wrists like snakes.

"I should cut off that tongue of yours, Potter. You won't be needing it anymore"

Harry almost collapsed on the ground due to the ropes restraining his ankles but he felt a death eater hold him from behind and he felt a wand pressed to his head. He looked up at Bellatrix and smirked,

"I'm shocked that you haven't cursed me yet. Has that snake bastard ordered you not to hurt me?"

At that Bellatrix lashed out and a Harry felt a cutting hex slice through his arm. Instantly blood started pouring out of the wound and started to drip on the floor. He almost cried out in pain but he bit his lower lip to stop himself. He looked up at Bellatrix and grinned,

"I guess he really has ordered you not to harm me and if he hasn't ordered you then I think that you agree with me on the fact that your master really is a snake bastard."

Bellatrix was almost about to curse him when Lucius spoke up,

"Enough, Bella and keep your mouth shut, Potter. The dark lord will deal with your insolence in a few moments. Brace yourself. Your death is very near."

Lucius healed the cut on his arm and grabbed it tightly and Harry had the sensation of being sucked through a tube. But as soon as the feeling had started, it vanished. Harry felt the cool night air strike his face and he felt slightly nauseous. He was afraid of what was coming. The metal gates swung open and Lucius dragged him through them. He felt a loud crack resonate through the air and by the sound of Bellatrix's loud cackles, he knew that the rest of the death eaters had followed. Lucius continued to drag him through the drive way and soon they were standing in front of a great oak door. Harry knew that his doom awaited him on the other side of this door and he felt the fear restricting his breath. The doors opened and again Lucius dragged him through the lavish entrance. Harry felt a dull pain starting to build up in his scar and he knew that Voldemort was close. He tried struggling against the ropes but they tightened around his wrists and ankles and Harry felt them break the skin and draw out blood. The death eaters assembled in front of another wooden door and Harry's scar started to burn. At that moment, he just wanted his heart to stop beating. He wanted to die before Voldemort could kill him. Lucius knocked at the door and the doors swung open. Harry could feel his impending death and he knew that there could be no worse feeling than this.

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