Cries of Pain Chapter 9

Harry awoke to faint whispering. "I'm not saying that! I'm just saying the lord wanted him alive!" Harry didn't know who was speaking, but the voice sounded familiar. Peter? No, he was in jail, wasn't he? Harry felt scared, and wanted Sirius more than anything, but he was dead. Harry's thoughts were interupted by yelling. "Get up! My lord wants you alive! Come and eat!" Harry knew this voice, it was Bellatrix. A bottled water and a plate were dropped into his cell, followed by laughing. Harry didn't know how much longer he could take this.

Remus drove home, praying that Sirius and Harry would be there, sitting on the couch watching t.v or playing a game of chess. Glancing at the digital clock under the mirror, he saw that it was almost twelve. Pulling into the driveway, Remus jumped out, and almost tripping, slammed the door shut and ran to the door. Noticing the door was unlocked, Remus felt releived. They were home! Opening the door, Remus looked around, and layed his eyes on Sirius, who was laying on the floor, motionless.

Panicking, Remus went over to him. Shaking his shoulder, Remus noticed his face was beaten and he had a black eye. Sirius slowly opened his eyes, then as if he was remembering something, sat up and looked around quickly. "Harry?" Standing up, Sirius glanced around in panic. Remus saw him run up the stairs and minutes later, returned saying,"He's gone."

Remus was confused. Harry was gone? What had happened? As though Sirius knew what he was thinking, sat on the couch and said, "Harry went upstairs to get his bag, and in the minute he was in there, I was attacked. There was nothing I could do. They took Harry." Sirius put hos head in his hands, and Remus just stood there, taking in what he just heard.

Throughout the night, many members of the order dropped by. Dumbledore sent out a search, but it was no use. Wherever Harry was taken, he wouldn't be saved. He would have to save himself.

A week later, many members had given up hope of his return. By now, Voldemort was sure to have killed him. The Weasley's, Hermoine, Sirius, Remus, and Tonks couldn't accept the fact that they were most likely never going to see Harry again. They were sure Harry was alive somewhere, and they were right.

A/N: Please tell me what you think while reading this. I am getting less and less reviews. I am also thinking of doing a Batman/Robin fic. No judge!

Harry was weak, and slowly dying. He wished that Voldemort would kill him already, not keep him waiting while sick and in pain. One day, when no one was around, Harry actually tried to escape. His wand and pocketknife had been taken, so that was no use. Looking around on the cement, Harry noticed two broken bars in the far right corner. Harry never felt so excited in his life-this was the key to his escape! Crawling over to it, Harry tried pushing his lower body through. Any other day, he wouldn't have fit, but since he lost so much weight, Harry slipped right through. He only had to slip his head under and he'd be home free.

Harry was almost out when he heard footsteps walking towards his cell. In a panic to get out before they saw him, Harry scratched his left cheek on a sharp edge of the metal. Hearing them come closer with every step, Harry looked around. Seeing a shelf and cabinets, he crawled into one just in time. He heard yelling. "He's gone! Voldemort's gonna be pissed!" Harry heard the sound of a slap and,"Ow! Don't worry! I'll send an immediate search out. It will be as if he never left!" They walked out, and Harry climbed out of the caninet. He had to find a way out without being seen. Once outside, he might have a chance.

Remus' full moon was about to occur, but Sirius was too worried about Harry to fully help. Remus understood, and chose to go through it alone. Sirius felt bad, but he would easily be killed by Remus if he was too destracted. Nodding, Remus walked down into the celler to prepare for the night ahead of him.