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Chapter 10

Before Harry realised both he and Voldemort made it to their room. Voldemort grip on his pet slipped, causing Harry to fall on the cold floor. Harry attempted to rise, only to be kicked in the ribs sending him flying across the room.

"My, my, my aren't you a naughty little servant." Voldemort toed Harry with his foot, effectively turning him over. "Trying to escape the likes of me? You should know better then that, isn't that right my pet?" The Snake's menacing gaze pushed Harry farther into the room, up until he brushed the wall. No where else to run. "Harry, do you know what happens to my servants who try and leave the life I graciously gave them?"

Harry stared just below Voldemorts eyes, on his snake-like nose. He knew the answer, of course, and he would have gladly died right then instead of taking this torture any longer, but now he knew there were still rebels outside these walls regrouping. They were waiting for the right moment to attack to finish what Voldemort had started, but what Harry also realised was that there was still that stupid prophecy that had to be dealt with. He needed his life intact and stay sane and survive like he had told himself countless times before. Damn.

"Well, pet?" Voldemort knocked him on the side of his head, making Harry's head swim.

Harry slowly looked up into those red eyes that glimmered with the emotion of satisfaction. "You torture and kill them." Harry thought for a second then said, "sir." This day has gone on long enough with him exhausting all of Voldemort's patience. Now he would "behave" for lack of better word just to survive the next day.

"Ha, better. You are learning, and yes that is what I do to servants who disobey me. But the fact of that matter is you are a special servant and will receive much worse punishment." Harry's eyes widened ever so slightly.

"I will venture a guess that you thought you could escape punishment from me by suddenly learning manners." Voldemort closed the gap between him and Harry, placing his one hand on his cheek caressing it, while the other swiftly spun Harry around and into Voldmort's embrace. His hand moved to Harry's messy, and now very dirty, hair stroking it, like a kid would his dog. "Oh, you poor senseless pet, you do not know any better and is utterly alone in the world except me for comfort." Harry was disgusted and struggled. "Now none of that." Voldemort smacked Harry on the cheek, hard.

The Snake ever so slowly moved Harry and him to a room Harry had never been in before. Using his free hand the snake-like man open the door and tossed Harry inside. Harry slid, giving him a floor burn on his left side. He then scrambled to sit up as Voldemort produced his wand.

Suddenly Harry found himself chained to the wall hands above his head, cold stone against his back, and a small trickle of water sliding down his left side. Harry shivered, it was freezing in here. He yanked at the chains knowing it would do any good, but he had to make sure. Maybe magic would help him again.

"See this room Harry? Since I have been a resident here in the Great School of Hogwarts I have wondered what to do with this room. It was too cold to sleep in and too damp to store things in. Now I thought to myself, 'My pet is in need of some obedience' and this room is perfect for conditioning. Don't you agree?"

"Conditioning for what? I am not your slave or pet or whatever you think I am...sir. This damn party of yours is getting to you head. Sir." Harry tried so hard to remember the respect factor, but it wasn't working.

"Ah, the manner you show now astounds me, my pet. But, I can not have another one of those episodes were you bottle everything up and destroys our room." With the wave of my magic wand, your troubles will soon be gone. With the flick of wrist...(A/N: Which movie is that from?) Voldemort flicked his wrist and Harry felt his collar tighten, slowly choking him.

"What did...you do, Volde...mort?" His sentence came in gasps, barely getting enough air into his lungs.

"What did I do, you say? The only thing that would keep you from using your magic against me." Voldemort crouched in front of Harry, where he outstretched his arm and just touched the collar. The collar loosened considerably and left Harry gasping for breath. "Anytime you even think about using magic that collar will tighten and you will only get enough air so you won't die. Unconscious maybe, but definitely not dead." The Dark Lord stood walking to the door. Just as he was about to close the door, he pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. "I created this spell and I wanted to test it out. Sweet dreams, my pet." Closing the door behind him.

While Harry and Voldemort were conversing, Snape, Draco, and Blaise had congregated in Snape's office. They were arguing about what could be done about Harry Potter. Of course, they were getting nowhere because they could not decide on an answer.

"Why can't we just rescue Potter and skip town?"

"You, Draco, should know that would not be possible. The Dark Lord would be on us like Potter is connected with his scar. Our Marks also give him some vague idea of where we are. We would be dead and only the lone rebel groups would not be enough to save Potter. Do you want to get out of the Dark ages our Master has put us in?"

Draco and Blaise stared wide-eyed at Snape. Though Draco knew the real Snape, this was new. He did not think his Godfather had any respect of anyone but himself. They both nodded their head viciously.

Blaise was the one who spoke up first. "But how can we rise out of the Dark ages if Potter is our Master's servant..." Blaise thought for a moment then said, "pet..." and thought again before saying, "slave. What is he suppose to be, I mean he does it all."

Draco slapped the back of Blaise's head. "Who cares what he is now. We have to focus on how to save him." Draco looked from Snape to Blaise, then said in a quiet whisper, "I promised him."

Snape grabbed Draco's shoulder's, "You promised him, Draco? What has gotten into you? Draco, you have not been this obsessed with someone since Pansy was on your tail. Why Potter? Why now?" Snape gently pushed Draco into a cushiony chair before seating down in the chair next to him. "Blaise sit down please." Blaise sat.

Before Snape could continue, Blasie blurted, "Do you like Harry Potter, Draco? I thought you didn't swing that way?" Snape reached over and slapped Blaise upside the head as Draco had done moments before.

"Blaise!" Snape spat warningly.

Draco just kind of sat back and thought about what Blaise had said earlier. "You know..."he started. "I think I have always cared for Harry, if I think about it. The first day of school I remember seeing Harry for the first time real closely. I remember thinking he was boyishly handsome. I asked for his hand of friendship, but...he refused." Draco stood and started to pace. "I felt so rejected, but I still cared for him, even if I didn't show it."

Snape rose and started toward Draco menacingly. Draco backed into a wall and Snape punched the wall just to the right of Draco's face. "This can not go on Draco! We have more difficult things to worry about than you having feelings for Harry Potter! We have gather help-"

"Is this true Draco?" Voldemort was standing in the door way with a wide smirk on his face. The three men bowed on the floor. "You care for my lowly pet? This is definitely interesting." Voldemort slinked up to the bowed form of Draco. The Dark Lord held his hand by Draco's. "Come. Let us discuss my pet together in a more private setting." Draco glanced disgustedly at the hand, but gripped it anyway. He was pulled up and pressed into a hug. He soon was escorted out of Snape's office and set outside.

Before the Dark Lord shut the door behind him, he mentioned, "Zabini, Snape do get up. We wouldn't want our guests of honor to be groveling at my feet tomorrow, now would we?" The two stood up straightening their robes. Both looked mildly confused, but Snape wiped that look off his face instantly.

"Think of it a day off of being my servants and be treated like royalty. Since all of you captured my pet again, I think it would be a fitting reward." Voldemort shut the door and turned back to Draco. "Now...shall we?" He swept his arm towards the long corridor ahead of them.

Draco thought back to what his father had instilled in his head so long ago. All he remembered was listen to our Master, he knows all. Just go back to proper edict. "Yes, Master we shall." The disgusting words flowed off his tongue.

They walked down the corridor, Voldemort slightly in the lead and Draco not far behind. For several minutes neither spoke, then "Draco is this true, my Harry invokes your interest, yes?" Voldemort does not wait for an answer before continuing. "I could lend him to you for awhile, like I did with your father. Would you like that, Draco? After I'm finished punishing him, of course."

Draco's heart sped up. He would give Harry to him? Well, for a night a least, but would be a great opportunity for planning. If only he could discuss this with his Godfather and Blaise. Draco went back to his cool demeanor. "Yes, Master I would enjoy that thoroughly." They walked in silence again.

Draco's mind drifted to Harry. A sudden thought came to him. What punishment was bestowed on Harry? "May I be so bold as to ask a question, Master?" Ugh! where were these words coming from?

Voldemort produced his wand and twirled it ideally. "Yes." They kept on walking.

"Master, what has become of Har--your pet? For punishment? And the other prisoners?"

"My, My. Full of questions, but you have interest. Draco, you have the potential of being my heir, once I am gone." The Dark Lord slung his arm around Draco waist. Draco was thinking, The creep.

"My little servant is testing out my newly invented spell and the prisoners are at the mercy of my Death Eaters. They won't be killed," Voldemort continued catching a glance of Draco's slight horror struck face. He pulled Draco so that he was pressing into his side. "we have much use for them. They are the main entertainment of our party tomorrow."

Again, they walked on. Draco didn't recognize these hallways and he, though he didn't want to admit it, was scared. "Master? Where exactly are we going?"

Voldemort stopped in front of what looked to be a newly fixed door. Draco quickly looked around trying to figure out if he could get out of here if needed. Voldemort looked at Draco and smirked. "I thought you would want to see what my spell has done to my pet. Of course, it is still in the testing phase and there might be some set backs." Voldemort flicked his wand at the side wall, revealing the viewing window.

Inside the room the was Harry chained to the wall, bare-chest shuttering as if chilled. Or choking. He was banging his head against the back wall and squeezing his eyes shut. Draco would have pressed his face against the window to look closer, if only he weren't a Malfoy and didn't have pride.

Draco instead said, "What kind of spell is it?"

"Ah. That is the question, isn't it?" Voldemort said. Then said simply, "Guess."

Draco furrowed his brow. What the hell did he mean by that, Guess? "Some type of sophisticated Dark Spell you created M' Lord?"

"Simple answer, no creativity at all. Just like your father." Voldemort gripped Draco's shoulder and pulled him to his side again. "No. This spell is...shall we say a dementor and a boggart together in one room. Harry can see his worst fears and feel his worst memories or actions, and best of all he can't escape it."

Draco was dumbfounded. This spell would be able to bring anyone to there knees. I have to tell Severus about this and soon.

"Do you want to see him, in the flesh?" He moved towards the door, unlocking it, and slipped in canceling the spell.

Draco quickly glance through the window. Harry had stopped banging his head, but the shaking continued. He saw Voldemort kneel down by Harry and then through the, which was slightly open, he heard, "Harry. I told you, you can't even think of magic or that co--" The words were cut off as Draco heard the chains unhinge themselves from Harry's arms.

Harry grasped weakly at Voldemorts robes, his voice weak when his said hoarsely, "I swear I'm gonna kill you one of these days. I'm gonna escape an' make sure every piece of soul you have is destroyed an'-" Voldemort picked him up bridal style and carried him out by Draco.

Voldemort gripped him tightly and placed his head on Harry's. Harry was to exhausted to push him off, but gave Draco a pleading glance. "You see, Draco no matter how much you seemingly care about my pet, he is mine. Do not forget it."

When Draco came back from visiting with mostly Voldemort and a little of Harry, he realised something. What did Harry mean when he say every piece of soul you have...? Another thing to ask Severus.

Draco re-entered Snape's office and found Blaise and Snape wearing the floor down. He quirked his eyebrow then said, "Worried, were we?" Both stopped pacing abruptly and quickly walked toward Draco to ensure there were no bodily injuries. Cautiously prodding Draco with their wands they found no harm done and backed up doing a once over before they declared he was fine. But of course he wasn't fine, at least mentally.

Snape spoke first. "Draco, why don't you sit down and tells us what happened and then we'll figure out what our Master's motive is for our being Guests of Honor." Draco gratefully sat down on the very well cushioned couch and slowly nodded in understanding.

He dug himself further into the cushions before speaking. "The Dark Lord just wanted to be sure that I knew who Harry really belonged to; him. I know this sounds bad, but, the Dark Lord said that I would be able to use Harry when he was done with him and trained him or something. There still is a chance, though."

Snape gazed into Draco's eyes, checking for a lie, but Draco showed no indication it was a lie. Then he said calmly, "Draco understand something, the Dark Lord is very powerful and at the moment he can do anything he wants to Harry, but once we bring the rebels together and start attacks he won't have time for Harry and we will be able to have more chances to help him escape."

Snape crossed the room toward his desk drawer and pulled out a quill, ink, and parchment. He began constructing a letter to duplicate and send to the rebel groups around the country.

Draco looked thoughtfully for a minute before saying, "Well if that's the plan how are we going to tell Harry? Our Master will not allow us time with him by ourselves, he will think something is up."

Blaise chimed in, "We'll figure it out later. I'd like to know what's with us being guests of honor?"

Snape was just finishing the letter when Draco suddenly jumped up and walked briskly toward Severus' bookcases. He ran his fingers over the spines as he continued searching.

"Draco? What are you doing? We were just about to talk about us being guests of honor and I want to know about that." Blaise said annoyed.

Draco pulled a thick volume out of the bookcase and flipped to the Table of Contents. He found something he was looking for and turned to that page. Blaise didn't want to wait and he walked up to Draco and snatched the book away.

"What the hell was that for? I was just about to find something."

"Find what?" Blaise opened to the page Draco was on. The title read, Wanting to Live Forever, and he read a little further down. "What is all this rubbish?"

Draco looked at Blaise to Severus then answered. "When I saw Harry, the Dark Lord had him under a new spell he created, he said it was like a boggart and dementor together and Harry could, and I quote, 'see his worst fears and feel his worst memories or actions.' And that's could be potentially life destroying if the Dark Lord perfected his spell. Then-"

Blaise interupted, "But what does this to do with what you were looking for?" Severus placed the letter down and leaned on the desk, interested.

"I'm getting to that part, dolt. Anyway, then our Master let him out and Harry was telling him that he would find all his souls and destroy them. I got to thinking I need to tell you, Severus about this and then I remember father saying something about tearing your soul in half and you would be able to live immortal, so to speak. So I was looking to see if Severus had a book on souls and find my answer. Satisfied?"

Blaise looked dumbfounded. Severus had a motionless mask in place and causually said, "What you are thinking of, Draco, is a Horcrux and it seems Potter knows something about our Master that no one else knows." Snape returned to the letter and wrote, P.S. Though I loathe to ask, do any of you know about what Potter knows pertaining to Horcrux's? Then he duplicated the letter and summoned his owl, Trisan. "You take these to all the rebel groups you can and wait for there replies." Trisan hooted softly and soared away.

Blaise was nodded his head thoughtfully and grabbed Draco by the collar and pulled him close, "Now can we talk about this guest of honor thing? I'm dying here." Draco was so caught up in helping Harry he forgot about Blaise and almost Snape. He patted Blasie on the head and pushed him away. He was laughing now and Blaise joined in. Draco was still laughing when he strode over to Blaise and punched him in the face. Blaise stopped laughing holding his nose which was bleeding freely now. "What wad dat for?"

Draco glanced at him and smiled, "Don't ever mess with my robes again." It was Snape's turn to laugh. Draco straightened his robes, grabbed his book, and started to plan for tomorrows party.

Oh this isn't my favourite chapter. I keep thinking I was forgetting something. I promise next chapter will be the party. What will the Guests of Honor have up their sleeves or what am I talking about again? Never mind.

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