Harry looked over at Daria. "Well, that's it then." He felt extremely
messed up. He knew he should have been terrified, but instead he felt
extraordinarily calm. He shook his head. "You know Anya, I stood up for you
to Sirius. I knew you were no good…I just didn't want to believe it." Anya
glared at him. "I'm not the bad guy here Harry! I'm not the one who left a
young girl to die with a deatheater! I'm not the one who was going to leave
that same girl alone at hospital, again! No, Harry Potter, that was you!
You and Dumbledore! That's why I tricked you! That's why I told Voldemort
where Dumbledore was hiding! That's why I led you here!"
"As touching as your story is, Anya, there are more important things to be discussed." Voldemort said caustically, his eyes burning with anticipation. "I have nothing else to say to you Anya. Leave." "But my Lord," Anya said hopefully, "I thought you'd want me here, to assist you in- " "No. I have no use for you any longer. Leave now, or I will make you!" Anya looked ashamed. "Yes, my Lord. Where should I go?" "I don't care, just leave." Anya threw some floo powder in the fire. "London," she said. "I'm not finsihed with you yet Harry." And she disappeared.
"Harry Potter. You once again fell for my trap." Voldemort smiled a horrible grin. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist Anya. She was so beautiful. And had such a sad life." He laughed a high pitched, mirthless laugh. "You are so easy to bend to my will, Harry. It was almost too easy. Before I kill you, I will give you the satisfaction of knowing exactly how ingenious my plan was." He got up from his chair. "Do not even try to escape, Potter. There are deatheaters guarding the doors. It'll be worse if you do." He started to pace in front of the steadily burning fire. "You must have been surprised when you arrived at Hogwarts this year," Voldemort hissed, "You must have been so upset when you heard your hero-worshipped headmaster had died. And my plan went perfectly. With help from Anya, I easily had Dumbledore kidnapped I knew that if I told Lucius Malfoy to apply for the job, he would get it. The minister has a weakness for Malfoy, you see. Lucius has given so much to charity over the years…he couldn't refuse." The fire illuminated Voldemort's white face. "And then, I ordered Mr. Malfoy to expel you the first chance he got. I knew it wouldn't be difficult. I couldn't have hoped that you'd get into trouble the first day! And then Lucius wrote the report to the doctors informing them that you were mental and had attacked another student. They accepted it without question, after all the articles written about you last year. I'm sure you remember, Rita Skeeter. Yes, and then Anya led you straight to me. Anya, with a stroke of brilliance I wouldn't have thought possible of her, convinced you that she was your friend. It's always easy to fool such trusting people as yourself." Voldemort sneered. "And now you are here, alone and friendless, with no idea of the kind of torture you are about to be put through. You put me through years of torture. Now it's time you know what it feels like." He raised his wand. "Crucio!" Harry felt as if a hot iron had been pressed onto his body. He was being ripped apart, he wanted it to stop, his body couldn't take this. It kept going longer than ever. His skin was being stabbed, it was worse than ever before. Aching, burning, stinging, all combined. Why wouldn't it stop! Oh, When would it stop?
It stopped. Harry was still screaming when he realized it. He collapsed, exhausted, to the ground, his eyes closed. He could still feel the stinging sensation tingling on his skin. Why had it stopped? He could hear growling, and snapping from above him, but his body would not permit him to move. Every thought that was occurring seemed to make his head hurt even worse. Instead, he just blocked it all out.
Harry awoke to someone sprinkling water on his face. Sirius and Lupin were standing over him, looking worried. Sirius was splashing water on Harry's face. They suddenly realized Harry was awake. "Harry," Lupin said, "are you alright?" "yea," Harry said, still feeling dazed, "Wha-What happened?" "We got you out of there," Sirius said, "Luckily, Lupin was a werewolf. Voldemort didn't want to be bit." Lupin grinned. "We barely had to do anything. Sirius knocked Voldemort to the floor from behind. He din't even notice, he was to busy torturing you. Sirius yelled over the comotion from the deatheatrers who had entered, "Everyone stand back! This is a werewolf, and unless you wan to be eaten alive or cursed for life, I suggest you leave!" Then they all scurried off like the cowards they are. Voldemort apparated, and we grabbed you." "Let me get thtis traight," Harry said, grinning at Lupin, "You scared away Lord Voldemort?" Lupin shrugged. "You should thank Sirius. It was his idea. It was rather funny. Voldemort didn't know I'd taken the Wolvesbane…" Harry smiled. But then he quickly stopped. "What do we do now?" "Well…we need to find Dumbledore…but that could take ages…we'd need a professional auror, someone who could get the job done fast before it's too late. Unfortunatly, non eof the aurors really acept the fact that Voldemort has returned, do therefor, it gets complicated…" Harry sighed. He knew they were running out of time. He suddenly was visited by the vision of Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom, lying thoughtlessly in the hospital beds. He remembered the story of how they had once been great aurors, until they were tortured by deatheaters, using the cruciatus curse. They had lost their mind after that. Then it hit Harry. They need to save Dumbledore. And for that they'd need professional aurors. And for that, they'd need the Longottoms. And for that he'd need a miracle. And for that he needed…
"As touching as your story is, Anya, there are more important things to be discussed." Voldemort said caustically, his eyes burning with anticipation. "I have nothing else to say to you Anya. Leave." "But my Lord," Anya said hopefully, "I thought you'd want me here, to assist you in- " "No. I have no use for you any longer. Leave now, or I will make you!" Anya looked ashamed. "Yes, my Lord. Where should I go?" "I don't care, just leave." Anya threw some floo powder in the fire. "London," she said. "I'm not finsihed with you yet Harry." And she disappeared.
"Harry Potter. You once again fell for my trap." Voldemort smiled a horrible grin. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist Anya. She was so beautiful. And had such a sad life." He laughed a high pitched, mirthless laugh. "You are so easy to bend to my will, Harry. It was almost too easy. Before I kill you, I will give you the satisfaction of knowing exactly how ingenious my plan was." He got up from his chair. "Do not even try to escape, Potter. There are deatheaters guarding the doors. It'll be worse if you do." He started to pace in front of the steadily burning fire. "You must have been surprised when you arrived at Hogwarts this year," Voldemort hissed, "You must have been so upset when you heard your hero-worshipped headmaster had died. And my plan went perfectly. With help from Anya, I easily had Dumbledore kidnapped I knew that if I told Lucius Malfoy to apply for the job, he would get it. The minister has a weakness for Malfoy, you see. Lucius has given so much to charity over the years…he couldn't refuse." The fire illuminated Voldemort's white face. "And then, I ordered Mr. Malfoy to expel you the first chance he got. I knew it wouldn't be difficult. I couldn't have hoped that you'd get into trouble the first day! And then Lucius wrote the report to the doctors informing them that you were mental and had attacked another student. They accepted it without question, after all the articles written about you last year. I'm sure you remember, Rita Skeeter. Yes, and then Anya led you straight to me. Anya, with a stroke of brilliance I wouldn't have thought possible of her, convinced you that she was your friend. It's always easy to fool such trusting people as yourself." Voldemort sneered. "And now you are here, alone and friendless, with no idea of the kind of torture you are about to be put through. You put me through years of torture. Now it's time you know what it feels like." He raised his wand. "Crucio!" Harry felt as if a hot iron had been pressed onto his body. He was being ripped apart, he wanted it to stop, his body couldn't take this. It kept going longer than ever. His skin was being stabbed, it was worse than ever before. Aching, burning, stinging, all combined. Why wouldn't it stop! Oh, When would it stop?
It stopped. Harry was still screaming when he realized it. He collapsed, exhausted, to the ground, his eyes closed. He could still feel the stinging sensation tingling on his skin. Why had it stopped? He could hear growling, and snapping from above him, but his body would not permit him to move. Every thought that was occurring seemed to make his head hurt even worse. Instead, he just blocked it all out.
Harry awoke to someone sprinkling water on his face. Sirius and Lupin were standing over him, looking worried. Sirius was splashing water on Harry's face. They suddenly realized Harry was awake. "Harry," Lupin said, "are you alright?" "yea," Harry said, still feeling dazed, "Wha-What happened?" "We got you out of there," Sirius said, "Luckily, Lupin was a werewolf. Voldemort didn't want to be bit." Lupin grinned. "We barely had to do anything. Sirius knocked Voldemort to the floor from behind. He din't even notice, he was to busy torturing you. Sirius yelled over the comotion from the deatheatrers who had entered, "Everyone stand back! This is a werewolf, and unless you wan to be eaten alive or cursed for life, I suggest you leave!" Then they all scurried off like the cowards they are. Voldemort apparated, and we grabbed you." "Let me get thtis traight," Harry said, grinning at Lupin, "You scared away Lord Voldemort?" Lupin shrugged. "You should thank Sirius. It was his idea. It was rather funny. Voldemort didn't know I'd taken the Wolvesbane…" Harry smiled. But then he quickly stopped. "What do we do now?" "Well…we need to find Dumbledore…but that could take ages…we'd need a professional auror, someone who could get the job done fast before it's too late. Unfortunatly, non eof the aurors really acept the fact that Voldemort has returned, do therefor, it gets complicated…" Harry sighed. He knew they were running out of time. He suddenly was visited by the vision of Mr. And Mrs. Longbottom, lying thoughtlessly in the hospital beds. He remembered the story of how they had once been great aurors, until they were tortured by deatheaters, using the cruciatus curse. They had lost their mind after that. Then it hit Harry. They need to save Dumbledore. And for that they'd need professional aurors. And for that, they'd need the Longottoms. And for that he'd need a miracle. And for that he needed…