Ok, now it's back in Harry's POV. You won't get to see how the three came in I'm afraid. Remember, this is only a short fic. ENJOY!

The darkness that Harry was consumed in changed. When he opened his eyes he now saw a faint blue light from the very top of the ceiling. He spent minutes trying to decide how it was possible, and he understood that it was early morning and there was a small window in the wall. He must have been only awake during nightfall. Harry smiled and tried to picture birds flying and the mist surrounding him. He would give anything to see nature again. He was colder now but he didn't have the will to warm himself. His back was throbbing and he hoped that his wounds weren't infected. Dying from that was dangerously probable. Harry was given food only twice a day, but he was surprised that they were good meals. It was as if Mrs. Weasley were cooking it for him, but Harry knew that Voldemort just wanted him alive for the time being.

Sleep tempted Harry to return and he obeyed willingly. That was all he really did anymore was eat and sleep. He glanced back up at the light once more, smiled, then drifted off to peace again.

Harry woke with a start hours later. His body tensed, thinking that the Death Eaters had returned and were about to torture him again. He listened but the sound of the metal bars opening didn't reach his ears.

"Harry! Wake up!"

He knew that voice…what were they doing here? Harry rolled from his side onto his stomach slowly and tried to steady himself as the room spun around him.

"Oh, God, Harry! You're still alive! We saw you and were so worried!"

It was them; Ron, Hermione and Ginny. He saw their faint outlines against the bars in the cell beside him and at once Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered weakly. "What happened?"

Hermione's trembling voice replied, "We were caught. We went to find you but they got to us. I'm sorry, Harry. It was my fault. We weren't even supposed to leave the house."

Harry kept himself silent. He was panicked thinking about what Voldemort would do to his friends in order for Harry to confess the Prophecy or to just degrade him of his dignity by begging the Dark Lord to stop.

"Harry," He turned his head heavily and saw a pale hand reach out toward his. It was Ginny. "Hold my hand."

He didn't even try. "I can't."

"Why?" she asked quickly. Ron and Hermione reached their hands out to encourage him, but he didn't move.

"I can't touch you," Harry replied with a hint of anger. "I'm chained."

"What?" Ron asked.

Harry moved his arm and rattled the bloody chain that was clamped onto his left wrist. "See? I can't reach the bars."

A soft grunt came from one of the girls and Harry saw Ginny's hand struggle to push itself farther. He watched her scratch at the floor and feel for his hand. He wanted to touch her so badly. Maybe he could, just this once. Hope reached out to him through her as he fought the pain of the chain on his raw skin. Dragging himself weakly across the floor, Harry held out his arm for her touch. He felt nothing but air, but he pushed harder and at last clasped the tip of her fingers in his.

"You did it, Harry!" she exclaimed. "Just keep fighting it. Everything will end soon, okay?"

He released her hand and his weary arm fell to the ground and made him wince in pain. Harry wasn't sure if he believed her, but if the three of them found him, wouldn't the Order know too?

"What have they done to you?" Hermione asked in a whisper. "They sent us your shirt. Did they really do that to you?"

"I don't know, Hermione, do you see a shirt on him?" Ron snapped. He was bitter at the sight of his best friend chained and left for dead on the dirty ground. If Ron squinted he could just make out the open flesh of his wounds and his tired face. It was enough to make Ron sick.

Hermione quieted herself immediately. "Ron," Ginny hissed, "What's your problem?"

"Look at him, Gin!"

Harry interrupted them quickly to avoid an argument. "What time is it? Does anyone know?"

"I..I..don't know." Hermione whimpered. "We got here around four in the afternoon. I'd say it's been an hour. They stupefied us and that usually lasts an hour. Doesn't it?"

Harry let out a whimper before he could stop himself. "What is it?" Ginny asked.

"They bring food at night. But to get it I have to earn it…you can probably guess how." Harry didn't hear them speak. He listened to the water drip and wondered how he could have slept that long. Why does he have to sleep so much? Was it from the beatings or the hunger? Could it be the boredom or his confinement? He didn't know, but he could feel himself drift off again as if ten minutes speaking with his friends was too exhausting. Their soft voices became incoherent and it frightened him. He could hear only his name over and over, but he said nothing….Would he wake up this time?

Harry had a dream. He was standing in a field green with grass and hills. Along the clearing there were a forest of trees and birds were singing in the clear clouds. In this place he felt peace and warmth. No pain was in his body and there were no worries at all. Under an enormous tree, as tall as the sky, Harry saw three people sitting with their backs to him. He couldn't see who they were, but they seemed oddly familiar.

"Hey!" Harry shouted to the group, hoping that they would turn around. Only one of them turned, he could tell it was a woman, but her image was a blur. She stood up slowly and faced him and gave a small wave. He started to run, but the scenery became hazy and warped. At once he felt pain and hunger…he saw darkness. Harry had awakened again to something outside his door.

There were screams and shouting. Harry was confused from sleep and was blinded by a bright blue light that hovered above him. "Leave him alone! Don't touch him!"

"Shut up you silly girls. Because of your heroics today Potter gets a special dose of treatment, and all of you are coming." The man waved his wand and the chains disappeared off of Harry's wrists. He could see a thick dark ring of dried blood wrap itself around and he felt his stomach tighten.

"You're in for something different tonight, Potter. And guess what? It's going to be more fun than before." The man, whom Harry recognized as Avery, grabbed him by the upper arms and began to drag him out of the cell. He could hear his friends screaming as they were ordered out by three other men and he caught a glimpse of their faces; each stricken with fear and anguish.

Harry knew where they were going. The Death Eaters had threatened him with this room the first day he was captured. It was bigger than the other cells with bright torches and straw strewn about the floor. They told him it was for mass torture. He would be under the mercy of over ten Death Eaters without a hope of leniency at all.

Avery tossed Harry to the ground and the others tied his friends' arms to the wall. Ginny and Ron tried to fight them off but they received a hit in response. Harry wanted to beat those Death Eaters to the ground but he couldn't even move.

"So, Potter, we ended up bringing you to this room after all. You were a good little hero these past few days, but I'm afraid that because you're little friends here tried to play your part you have to suffer for it."

"NO!" Ginny screamed. "You can't do this!"

"Is that so? Well, you should be apologizing to Potter here, not begging me."

Harry felt the weight of his doom crash onto him like a cement wall. There was no way he could survive this…he was barely even alive now. The three of them met his eyes and Harry could see the guilt begin to surface and for a brief second, he hated them with all his heart. Hermione saw this and began to cry.

Harry was terrified of what was going to happen. He rolled onto his stomach to stand but Avery grabbed him by his hair and jerked his head back. "Where do you think you're going? You know the rules."

Yes, he knew the rules. Lay still and let the torture happen. Do nothing. There were only four Death Eaters, not a large group like they had threatened him with. He could see the strands of blond hair under Lucius Malfoy's hood and knew that the shorter one, the man that did nothing, was Draco. Harry was surprised. Never had he seen him before since his kidnapping…he must have murdered Bellatrix the night they raided the Order Headquarters. In his memory he remembered seeing her fall over the balcony. He had cast the spell, it was his doing, but he felt no remorse at all.

The last Death Eater left and there were just the three of them. Harry avoided his friends' eyes in shame for what was about to happen. They were about to see the famous Harry Potter beseech mercy from the very people he fought. He was going to die like a weakling who couldn't stand up for himself anymore.

Lucius walked slowly toward him and Harry braced himself for any sudden movement…he could feel the heavy steps from the man's boots under his hands and it came closer and closer.

"Our Master has suggested that we show you children what the consequences of your actions shall be. Dumbledore was warned that no one but him should be able to enter here, but you have disobeyed that command. Imagine the news… 'Friends of The-Boy-Who-Lived are to Blame for His Death.'"

"Stop it!" Ginny screamed. She didn't want to hear anymore of this. Already she could see Harry begin to move into defense and all Ginny could think about was his animosity towards them.

Lucius laughed, and in an instant he drew forward his wand and sent Harry into a howl of screams. "Crucio!"

Harry twisted uncontrollably and tensed his body so hard he thought he would burst. The ground scratched at his skin and aggravated his sores…all he could think about was wishing it to end. Far off in his mind he heard screaming that didn't belong to him. When Lucius released him Harry gasped heavily, fighting the urge to be sick. Ron and Ginny were hysterical. They jerked the ropes and scraped the ground with their feet in an attempt to save him. Hermione could do nothing. Harry looked at her with a dead stare and realized she would never say anything, ever. The guilt that Hermione had acquired silenced her voice to the petrified stare that could in no way save him at all.

Avery gave Draco a violent shove forward and he stumbled clumsily. "Earn your place again, boy. If you want to live you need to show the Dark Lord what you are capable of."

"Remember, Draco," Malfoy's cold voice warned, bearing no sincerity for his troubled son. "You are the son of a Death Eater. Make me proud."

"No, no, Draco please!" Ginny had tears streaming down her face. He looked at her for a moment but he never said a word. Harry was under his mercy. He thought about their life at Hogwarts and he knew that Draco would be more than willing to torture him…but why did he hesitate?

"Draco! Remember who you are."

Harry felt the tremor of fear escalate in a heartbeat. Draco raised his arm and used a curse he had never heard before. At once something tightened around his neck and cut off his windpipe. Harry grabbed his throat and gagged, trying to rip off the force restricting his air.

"Good." Lucius sneered from somewhere far away. Harry became light-headed and his chest was searing in pain. Slowly he was losing touch with reality and his mind spun. Steadily his movements became weaker and the grip on his neck loose.

"Let him go, Draco! You son of a bi--." A kick from Avery silenced Ron from his rage, but he continued to scream obscenities at the blond Slytherin he had hated his entire life at Hogwarts. Harry was suffocating right in front of his eyes and Draco was going to pay for it.

Avery growled loudly from behind Malfoy and knocked him out of the way. "What are you doing, boy?" Avery flicked the wand in his hand and at once Harry could breathe again. He gasped and chocked, relishing the air that entered his lungs. Hot tears leaked out of Harry's eyes from the duress, but he knew crying wouldn't be the worst of his humiliation.

Draco's voice was shaking. "W..What? I did what you told me!"

Avery slapped the boy across the face and roared at Lucius, "Your son is worth nothing on the lines of the Dark Lord. He tortures because it is an order, not out of free will. He nearly killed Potter right now and who has to report to our Master? Who will take the blame? Oh, he will get your son, mark my words, but we will bear the punishment in return. Get him out of here!"

"No!" Lucius retorted. "He will stay here and learn. He MUST learn, Avery!"

Avery growled to himself and in the hush only Harry's rasping breath and Ginny's cries could be heard. "Fine. But we will see what becomes of this in the end."

The night continued on with more torment and Harry just wanted to die. Draco stood above him again and his mask was gone. He looked up into his deep blue eyes that pooled with tears…tears!...and Harry could have sworn he mouthed the words, "I'm sorry."

"Do it, son. Repay the damage Potter did to you."

"Sectumsempra!"

Hermione made a sharp sound in her throat and Harry closed his eyes…this was going to be it, wasn't it? It was as if he was slapped with warm water and an excruciating pain erupted across his chest. He couldn't move and he felt the warmness of his blood soak the straw beneath him. Everything was turning dark and Harry could swear that he felt detached…as if he was dying.

He saw the field again. He wanted to stay there and never return to the hell he was forced to live in. His peace was short lived. In the stillness between life and death something brought him back. From his many trips to the hospital wing he recognized the potion…blood replenishers.

"You're not dying yet, Potter. You can't have that satisfaction."

Harry didn't care anymore. With dead eyes he stared at the ceiling. His chest rattled but he didn't care. They closed his bleeding wound, but he didn't care about that either. Harry heard a commotion and laughter from the Death Eaters.

"Don't! Leave him alone!" Ginny was shouting at the top of her lungs and Harry tried to open his eyes again after he closed them. When he managed to look at what was above him, he wished he hadn't. He couldn't think of the possibilities of what was happening. All he could comprehend was his best friend standing near him with his wand raised high. "Crucio!"

Harry jerked his body under the curse and let out a scream. He was in shock. What was going on? Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and refused to watch and Harry envied it. She could blind herself from the truth. Ginny was brave and he loved her for trying to help him. She did all she could and he accepted that…but Ron…what went wrong?

How long had he been there? An hour? Forty-five minutes? Darkness crept into his vision and his movements stilled. Back to the unconscious he went with no understanding of the incident at all. Back to his isolation that kept him safe.

I was very tired when I wrote this so I hope it sounds all right. Hit me up with reviews and I'll give you more!