Disclaimer: I am a school kid. I am not blond. I am fourteen years of age, so therefore I conclude I am not J.K Rowling.

Chapter Four Harrys Pov
I woke up once more and I was again in my cell. Nightmares plagued me everytime I slept but gladly never when I passed out which was good as this was what I had been doing. Though many people by now would have just given in to Voldemort but I refused. This man was the man who had killed my parents and Cedric and so many others.
I would never commit to being a murderer unless it was him I was murdering. I knew I would have to murder him one day but I would still feel the murder upon my conscience even if it made the world a better place. I wouldn't feel sorry that he was dead in a million years though. My thought wondered back to George. And Fred. I missed them strongly. George was my boy friend and Fred one of my best friends and like a brother to me.
I imagined I was laying in Georges arms and it helped calm me as I knew it wouldn't be long until Voldemort or one of his lackeys came in and either tortured me for information I would refuse to give or cut me in hope that I would feel pain. Seems someone forgot to mention that I have cut myself plenty of times in the past and this would be no different.
They cut and cut at me trying to get a reaction but nothing ever reacted to their cuts. It didn't hurt me any more than usual. I imagined I was still in Georges arms and was safe. It helped sooth my jumbles of nerves. My legs and arms wouldn't stop shaking. I tried to hold them in place but I had a lot of trouble controlling my body these days.
My stomach growled fiercely. I sighed. They had given me two pieces of bread every three days and a cup of water a day. I was so thirsty and hungry but I wouldn't let myself dwell on it. I couldn't. I turned over stiffly and went back to sleep.
James's Pov
I sat in my room waiting for my parents to decided my punishment. My Dad was still at work and that worried me as I knew he would have had a long stressful day and when Mum told him he would be furious at me. I would be giving him more work. I lay on my bed knowing when I heard the floo that he would be back.
Around ten minutes later the floo went off and I gulped. I heard them discussing something. My mothers voice was low. That voice meant I was in so so so much trouble. I heard my father sort of growl before he came upstairs. He slammed the door open and began to pace.
" James how could you be so stupid!" He shouted.
" I'm sorry."
" No James this boy, Harry he probably won't live. If he dies how will you feel then. Also the Aurors probably won't even be able to help him as we have tons and tons of work to do. Dumbledore will probably be the one who deals with this and hes busy too. If Harry doesn't survive you will have two more enemies. Fred and George won't ever speak to you. You know that Dumbledore had to tell Millicent about this and as Mininster she won't be allowed to welcome you as an Auror anymore. Not only have you endangered a boys life you have also created many people more work and lost all prospects of you ever doing the job you want." He shouted.
" But Dad can't you..." I started to protest.
" No James not even as head Auror can I go back on her words and hire you. Also I wouldn't want too. I couldn't hire someone who would do something so stupid that it would maybe get some more of my Aurors killed."
With that he left making me feel incredibly guilty.
A few weeks later.
It was getting close to Christmas when the wards on the house were attacked.
" STAY TOGETHER!" Dad shouted.
There was only the three of us and when we looked we saw there were eighteen Death Eaters. They charged in and the house shook with the sudden force. We all stood back to back and hoped for the best. We began casting curses managing to stun eight and bind them but the others had no time to help them.
Suddenly two spells flew towards me and I instantly knew what they were. The killing curse. I ducked and shouted for my parents to do the same. However it was too late. They had turned at my shout and it had hit them in the chests. One curse each.
" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!" I screamed as they dropped to the ground.
In that moment the Death Eaters took advantage and grabbed me and stunned me. Stunned I couldn't fight. They threw my wand to one side and smiled as Ministry Officials arrived and they carted me off. The journey was dizzy and not much of it stuck in my mind. I was brought back to my senses when I was renervated and throw into a cell.
" LET ME OUT! I WILL KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU?! LET ME OUT!"
A soft whimpering sound came from one side of the room and I felt silent.
" Whos there?!" I demanded.
Another whimper came.
I approached them carefully knowing that they wouldn't be able to attack me as they were too weak and had no wand they could use.
I walked closer and saw a small familiar looking boy. He was trembling in pain and shivering and sweating with fever. His small body was covered in cuts and his glasses were smashed to pieces. His eyes were a light green and his brownish sort of hair lay on his forehead slicked with sweat and what I saw was clearly blood.
" Harry!"
Sirius's Pov
I opened the paper. My parents had given me it in hope that the recent wrongdoings that had got me suspended meant that I was going to be joinging HIM. They were delusional. Never ever would I join that Bastard.
The headline of the paper caught my eye.
POTTERS KILLED OR CAPTURED.
Last night around eight o'clock the Potters of Godrics Hollow were attacked in their seems that the death eaters managed to break through their wands and wanted to kill them so they could get rid of an important Healer and the Head of the Auror Department.
It has been concluded that two killing curses were shot at the Son of Dorea and Charlus Potter, James however he ducked warning his parents to do the same however James had shouted it too late.
Charlus and Dorea Potter were killed at Eight Fifteen last night. James Potter being grief stricken managed to be captured. Ministry Workers managed to arrive just as the Death Eaters disapparated.
Where abouts of James Potter are still unknown however top Aurors are doing all they can to find him aswell as Harry Peterson who was captured in Hogsmeade about a month ago. We hope for the best for James and Harrys discovery and rescue.
There was a lot more text that I didn't bother to pay attention too. James had been captured.
James Pov
" Harry?" I said once more.
He whimpered not bothering to answer. He was curled into a ball and was holding his arms over his head in an effort to protect himself from me.
" Harry, its James I won't hurt you." I said.
He screamed as I touched his shoulder. He backed away into the wall crying out with pain from every movement. Just then the door to the cell swung open. A large man came in shutting the door behind him. He grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck.
" Peterson he has decided he wants to talk to you again." He said.
Harry whimpered painfully. The man walked out with me screaming at him.
" HEY LEAVE HIM ALONE! GET OFF HIM!" I screamed.
It was no use though. The man laughed and carried on walking locking the cell door behind him. I could hear the footsteps as they went. First they went left along the passage and then I could hear their footsteps echoing above me.
There was a few moments of murmuring from someone before screams of pain tore through the air and I winced at the sounds. It was terrible. It stopped suddenly. I felt fearful. Did this mean Harry was dead it was my fault he was in here in the first place.
More murmered talking.
More screams of pain.
This carried on for hours.
A few hours later an unconsious limp Harry was thrown into the cell where his head smashed against the back wall. I hurried over and saw that he was bleeding freely from many new cuts and his arms and legs were shaking all over the place from the pain. His face was streaked with tears and blood.
" Harry."
I shook him awake and a few moments later he woke. He coughed harshly. I patted him on the back which made him scream in pain. I hadn't even thought. He turned to the side and was sick desperatly to one side. it was littered with blood and stomach acid apart from that it looked as if he didn't have anything else in his stomach apart from that.
" Harry." I said.
He didn't say anything. He just lay back down as he couldn't move. He had sick in his hair. He couldn't move to get it out though. He couldn't move to even move away from it. I picked him up not caring if a lot of his clothes were covered in sick.
I moved him to the corner of the room and took my shoes and socks off. I took the socks to one side and put my shoes back on. I was glad the socks were reasonable clean though I knew that Harry wouldn't mind either way.
I took one sock and wiped the sick off him. It was all in his hair which I started on. I wiped it away and then started on some of the cuts with the clean side of that sock. He hissed in pain as I did it.
" I'm so sorry Harry." I apologised.
He just whimpered and coughed dryly.
" Get some sleep." I said.
He did so.
A few hours later I woke to the sound of whimpering.
" Georgie please...please...help. Fred...help...please."
" Harry?"
" No...no...ow." He whimpered.
" Harry!" I cried.
He screamed as he shot awake and the man on duty stuck his head around the door and crucioed Harry for a few minutes. Harry screamed with pain and when the curse was lifted and the man left Harry was spazming in pain.
I sat and talked trying to soothe him knowing nothing else would help. Eventually we both ended up going back to sleep.