Wheee, I'm finally on double numbers!

After the incident where Alana was Crucioed she and Harry became...friends...sort of. Well, they could at least talk for a bit without fighting.

Alana was still weak from the crucio and although Harry felt sorry for her he could not begin to wonder in what sort of condition Hermione was in. Did Voldemort really not harm her?

Thinking more about it he realized that Voldemort probably kept her alive. Hopefully.

So, maybe he could rescue her. A few problems immediately sprang to his mind.

1. He had no idea where she was being held.

2. He had no way of escaping himself.

3. He did not have a wand.

Harry sighed. The odd really were against him. He had looked through some books on wandless magic, but after a few hours of trying he found to his dismay that he could not even muster a tiny spark of light.

Harry really had no idea what to do. He knew that since the ministry now knows that Harry is being abused they can take him away from Voldemort. So, if he managed to escape the ministry would not come dragging him back.

Well, maybe if he could find out where Hermione was he could steal some death eater's wand. It would be better then nothing. Or maybe he could find out where his own wand was.

He really, really hoped that Voldemort had not snapped it.

Suddenly a voice interupted his thoughts,"I need someone to talk to and since your the best I've got I might as well talk to you "

He looked at Alana and tried not to say something back. She was still limping slightly. "Hi." He said tightly.

"Hi, I just came back from my dad lecturing me on not annoying you-know-who. For the fourth time. Does he really not think I have learned my lesson?"

"He is probably just worried. Plus I hear Voldemort is angry at him about that. And the attack on Hogwarts went wrong. So, yea..."

Alana really looked sorry about putting her father in such a position. "I'll make up for it. One day I will take his place when is too old."

Suddenly an idea struck Harry,"Alana could you maybe find out where my friend Hermione is being held?"

Alana looked at him,"Next your probably going to ask me distract the death eaters guarding the floo fireplace and sneak you some floo powder."

Harry decided not to tell her that he was going to ask her something along the lines of that," Comon, Alana I would have done it for you."

She stared at him,"Honestly, Harry? Are you trying to be Slytherin, 'cause you suck."

Harry glared,"Well, sorry for caring about my friend who might be tortured at this very moment." He growled angrily.

"Well, sorry for caring about my dad who might be killed if I did something like that." She hissed, getting up,"We have to go to dinner anyway."

Harry cursed as he remembered that he was supposed to eat with Voldemort and his death eaters. What a joyous experiance that is going to be.

He reluctantly followed Alana to the dining room. It was massive with everything decorated in green and silver of course. The cutlery was silver and everything seemed incerdibly expensive.

Harry aimed for the seat farthest away from Voldemort. Alana followed. It seemed like she did not enjoy talking to death eaters any more that he did.

The sat in a awkward silence.

The room slowly filled up. Harry recognized a few faces and was surprised by how bad Alana's father looked. It seemed that Voldemort had decided to punish him.

Harry did like the man at all. He had literally come up with a way for Voldemort to kill Harry afterall, but he could see how Alana might be worried.

The dinner was filled with hushed conversations from the death eaters. Harry and Alana began talking again although the conversation was strained.

At the head of the table Voldemort was busy talking to some of his higher ranking death eaters.

The whole thing was pretty boring. Harry could not wait to get away from it.

When everyone finally finished and began to leave he and Alana were the first people out of the door. Harry walked back to his room. He had gotten some other books that might help with his escape plans.

When he reached his room he was surprised to find the door open. He cautiosly walked in.

"Hello, Harry." Voldemort said, looking up from the book he was reading.

Harry inwardly cringed as he realized it was one of the books he thought might help him escape. It was entitled "Teleportation Runes and their Uses."

He really hoped Voldemort would not put two and two together.

"Trying to escape, Harry?"

"Uh..."

"I find it ironic that you have a book on Onculumecy and yet you still forget not to look into my eyes."

Harry mentally kicked himself.

"Would you really endanger the mudblood's life?" Voldemort asked.

"I...how do I know she is even alive!" Harry said,"For all I know you killed her long ago. Maybe..." Harry tried not to think about it. He would not give up on Hermione.

"Really? You think I'd kill a poor defenseless girl?" Voldemort said in a hurt voice.

"Shut up, you bloody half blood." Harry hissed.

Suddenly Voldemort was next to him. Harry stepped back, but realized he was against the wall. "Well, aren't you brave today, Harry?"

Suddenly his scar was on fire. His head felt like it was exploding into a thousand pieces. Tears ran down his face as he tried not to cry out in pain. He would not give Voldemort the satisfaction.

Then it stopped. Harry fell to the ground. "Poor little Horcrux." Voldemort whispered.

Harry looked up,"What?" He managed to ask.

"Nothing." The dark wizard said, looking down at Harry.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked in a pain filled voice.

"Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me when I go to the Drakon Mountains. Your friend is being held in one of my forts there. You could go visit her, but since you were so rude...I think not."Voldemort said.

Harry knew Voldemort wanted him to beg, but there was no way. But, this might be his only chance to find out where Hermione was. So he swallowed his pride and said,"I...am really sorry. Please I have to see her. I won't ever stand up to you again or do anything you don't like or... please." Harry tried to keep all defiance out of his voice, with was not so hard considering he was laying on the ground, practically whimpering with pain.

Voldemort looked at him,"Mmhh, well I'm going to have to punish you in some way."

"Can't you find another way. Please?" Harry added trying his best to sound lost and pathetic.

"Maybe. I'll think about it. Plus you are in no state to be traveling." Voldemort said.

Harry managed to refrain from pointing out that it was Voldemort who put him in this state. "I...uh, no I'm fine. Really..."

"Very well, Harry. We'll see how you feel tomorrow."

"We're leaving tomorrow?!" Harry asked, shocked.

"Yes, if you don't want to come..." Voldemort said.

"No, no tomorrow is fine." Harry quickly said.

"I'll see you then. Night, Harry." Voldemort said

Harry realized Voldemort was waiting for him to reply. "Er...bye."Harry mumbled.

Voldemort smirked before dissaparating.

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