A/N: I made a mistake in the last chapter but I went back and fixed it. If you haven't already figured that out. To make this up to my 18 readers I did an extra chapter. Your welcome.

Chapter 7

Harry woke up on the ground.

'Well wouldn't be the first time I've woken up on an unfamiliar floor.' He thought groggily to himself. Then added 'also not the first time I woke up sticky. What is that...'

Shit. His blood.

Reaching a hand around to his back harry felt a neat, round hole in his leather jacket.

Wincing, he reached in to assess the damage.

He found nothing but smooth skin.

'Huh. Well that's a first'

"About done with your nap, potter?" A voice rang out.

"Ugh. Can you please shut up with the sounds?" Harry asked weakly.

"Head feels like you went a few rounds with goblin rye and lost hey?" Rookwood asked almost kindly.

Harry just nodded weakly.

"That might be my fault" Rookwood supplied. "Not the you being a lightweight. A grown man should be able to handle his booze. Especially goblin booze. You've seen how little they are! Takes a lot less to get drunk"

"How did you...no idea what your talking about. So shut up. Now. What happened?" Harry demanded

"You don't remember anything?" He asked, clearly surprised.

"Well...I remember. ...you drew on me!" Harry manager to piece together.

"Um kinda. But I really drew on him" Rookwood nodded to a lump in the doorway.

Looking closer harry could make out a body in that lump. Particularly a head with a hole clean through.

Harry whistled. "That was some shot. The skulls one of the hardest parts of the body."

Rookwood smirked "I know. That's why I had to overpower the shit out the piercing curse. It also explains your head. Dam near shot it off! Ha!"

This just confused harry. And he said so.

"Huh?"

"Well the faster the spell moves the faster it displaces air. I had to get that one off pretty fast to save your lackadaisical ass and with enough power to deal with his hard head. So the spell matrix was denser than normal. With it being so close to the side of your head your ear drums burst" At harry incredulous look he added. "Hey former unspeakable here!"

Reaching a hand up harry could feel dried blood from his ear.

"Don't worry I fixed it when I fixed the hole in your kidney."

Now harry was looking at the man strangely.

"But why?"

"I told you. I'm done. I just want some peace and quiet." He replied softly.

"Even if we kill you we are all still wanted men. I understand I can't just walk free after all I've done. But I don't want the dementors to feast on any happiness I have left. I want a cell anywhere but azkaban. Some reading material. Maybe a way to continue my research. So the question is: can you help me?"

The look he levelled levelled at harry was both hopeful and hopeless. This was a man at the end of his rope, just trying to salvage whatever life he's capable of having. For his part, Harry was undecided. His saving people thing urged him to help. The part dumbledore strived to instill in harry. Mad-eye would throw him in azkaban without a backward glance.

Decisions, decisions.

"Okay, you have to understand there's no way I'm qualified to offer you deals. But!" He raised his hand to quell the outburst from rookwood. "Seeing as you saved my life AND if your willing to offer any information you have about any criminal activity and locations of your former comrades then I promise I'll do everything in my power to fulfill your requests. Good enough?"

Once more letting a sigh escape, rookwood replied "I can accept that. Now we both just need to survive this"

"You mean you don't have a way out of here!?" Harry burst out, incredulously.

"Of course not!" Rookwood snapped. "This isn't my operation, is it? It belongs to robert"

"So the only way out of here is through him?"

"Yes. All the wards are tied to him. I gotta give him credit he locked this down pretty good. Nothing or no one is getting in or out till he says so. Or till he's no longer breathing."

"So then any plan ends with him. Hmmmm I suppose I can just go back to picking picking them off. One by one. That was working pretty well"

"Ahhh" Rookwood interrupted "that was before you lit that place up like the sun"

"Is that how you knew it was me?" Harry theorized.

"Yup! The spell light lit up your face for a second before it left your wand. Your getting sloppy"

"The day I take advice from a death eater is the day I let you walk free."

Rookwood grinned "I'll hold you to that"

Rather than respond harry just rolled his eyes.

"Alright. New plan. Which is no plan. I don't do well at plans. I'm going to head back out. I'll come get you when those idiots are dead, decapitated or dismembered."

"Those all mean pretty much the same thing"

Harry just responded with a feral grin that made rookwood shiver, despite himself.

"Okay I have a plan. Step one no more potter plans" He continued despite Harrys hurt look. "Step two I come up with a plan. But I must warn you. Your not going to like it."

"Well obviously. It's a death eater plan. Im geting hives just thinking about it. Just tell me"

"Alright. First off I'm not sitting around and waiting for you to die. My best chance is going with you to make sure you come out of this alive."

Harry looked dubiously at this "Really? Because i was born yesterday i totally think letting you of all people watch my back is a great idea!"

"What other choice do you have, potter?" Rookwood growled. "There's a lot of wands out there and Robert is no push over. He hasn't gotten as old and as successful as he has by being dumb or unskilled with a wand."

Harry had to agree with that assessment. However grudgingly.

"So the only way I think this is going to work is if I PREPEND your my prisoner to get close enough to jump Robert. As soon as he's dead the wards should fall and we can apparate out of here." He finished triumphantly.

One look at Harrys face should have told him everything he needed to know.

"Nope. Fuck that. Hop the nope Train and ride it all the way to Nopeville. Not happening. And this isn't one of those times when I say 'absolutely not' then all of a sudden I'm your prisoner and we are walking towards robbie."

"Dammit! How the hell did this happen?"

"Will you keep your voice down, idiot? Your gonna give us away." Rookwood hissed in Harrys ear.

Holding the back of Harrys jacket, he frog marched him towards the middle of the warehouse, where Robert was talking with a Avery.

"I seriously have no recollection of how this happened. This is a serious problem!"

"We'll both have a serious problem of being dead if you don't shut up and act right!"

Perhaps seeing the logic in this or perhaps because he felt like it he threw his head back and headbutted the (former?) Death eater in the nose.

Rookwoods grunt of pain alerted the rest of the men to the situation.

Cries of "Yeah!" And "We got him!" Rose from the crowd of people now surrounding the duo. More alarming were the shouts of "let's fuck that boy up!". To harry at least. Getting fucked up was not high on his list of priorities.

Continuing to struggle all the way till they reached the center of the warehouse once again, rookwood have him a shake to quiet him down.

"Well, well, well Mr potter. It's so nice to see you again" Robert began pompously. "I must say you gave us quite the run around. Avery, go round up the rest of the men"

Not looking happy with being ordered around, nonetheless Avery slunk off the find the rest of the idiots...-er men.

Turning to rookwood "Well done, rookwood. Tell me. How did you capture the elusive Mr potter? So quietly too."

Slipping back into his death eater lieutenant persona was easy for rookwood at this point. Just add a little snarl when you talk. Lots of smirks when you don't. Kind of pathetic really.

"The little bastard was hiding in the back offices. I snuck up on him from behind. Apparently planning isn't on of his strong suits." Rookwood managed without too much of a smirk.

Throughout this Harrys head hung low. His face covered in shadows. He struggled not to roll his eyes but didn't quite succeed.

"Nonetheless good show. I think you can have first crack at him. Then the rest of the boys can join in. How about that?" He shouted this part out to the rest of the men surrounding harry.

To harry shock the answering roar was deafening. Either there was more men here than he thought or they really wanted him dead. He found himself hoping for the latter.

'What a strange thing to hope for' harry mused.

At this point Avery walked back into the circle. Unfortunately he positioned himself right between them and Robert.

"Let's get to this. I have some very interesting spells to test out on potter here" Avery stated a raspy voice.

"Hey!" Rookwood interjected. "I have him first. You can have next".

Looking sulky but eventually Avery accepted it.

Rookwood moved in front of harry and looked him in the eye.

"Are you ready for this?" Rookwood aske