A/N: Hi! So sorry for the delay! I know it's been a while since I last updated this story! In addition to having a severe case of writer's block, I've also recently discovered the Disney's Hidden Worlds game on Facebook and American Horror Story, (which is disturbingly addictive...watched the first 2 seasons in about a week and a half!). Other than that, I honestly don't have a really good excuse for not updating. I know you are all anxiously waiting to read the next chapter, (it's a little short, but I will try to make the next one longer), so enjoy Chapter 9!

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Chapter 9: The Great Escape Attempt

Moments later, Harry found himself being dragged down the dark hallways once more by Lucious Malfoy and Yaxley. They followed close behind Wormtail, who was leading the way to the drawing room, and Snape, who had a tight grip on the chain around Harry's neck.

Even though he knew it was all part of the plan, Harry couldn't help but feel humiliated at his current situation. It was bad enough that he was Voldemort's prisoner without being treated like his pet!

Cautiously, he tested the ropes around his wrists. Snape had tied them before they had left the cell, but kept them slightly loose so that Harry could still get free when the time came. Harry moved his wrists as little as possible, and was satisfied that, so far, Snape had kept his word.

He still wasn't sure if he fully trusted the man.

All too soon, the group reached the large black doors of the drawing room. Just as he had done a few days prior, Wormtail knocked three times with his silver hand, paused for a moment, and entered when he was told to do so. Snape and the others were quick to follow.

The second the doors closed behind them, Harry knew the time had come at last. He took a deep breath through the nose and waited for Snape to give the signal.

He had a feeling this escape plan was not going to go smoothly…

Once again, the room was full of Death Eaters. Snape remained calm and uninterested despite the circumstances. Judging by the look on Harry's face, however, the boy was panicking…but then again, he was supposed to be playing the part of "broken" prisoner.

"Well, Severus," Voldemort almost whispered, "were you successful in breaking the boy?"

Snape allowed himself to have a thin smile.

"Yes, my lord. I think you will be pleased with the results."

"Excellent! You may begin when you are ready," the Dark Lord replied.

The room was dead silent as Snape approached Harry and forced him to his knees. The moment was close now…

Any minute now, said the voice in Harry's head, Be ready to run!

"Just a moment, Severus," said Voldemort, "Put the boy over there!"

Snape paused right in the middle of detaching the chain from Harry's neck. Voldemort was pointing at a large metal pole that had just materialized in front of the fireplace.

Harry felt his heart sink. It was an exact replica of the one from his cell!

"As you wish, my lord," Snape answered with a bow.

He reached down to grab Harry's arm and pulled him to his feet. As he pretended to drag Harry to the torture device, his wand appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, Harry could hear Snape's voice inside his head:

"NOW!"

At his signal, Harry broke free of his bonds and summoned his wand from where it was still sitting on the mantel. The familiar warmth of its phoenix core surrounded him.

Spells shot at him from every direction as he raced for the doors, but he was able to avoid them surprisingly easily.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, POTTER!"

Harry spun around to face Voldemort, his back up against the door.

A lump formed in his throat.

Five Death Eaters had Snape pinned down to the floor, each of them pointing their wands at him. The remaining Death Eaters and Voldemort were focusing their wands at Harry.

The Dark Lord was livid!

"Well, well, well," he said loudly as he pointed his wand at Harry's heart, "It looks like our guest has grown tired of our generous hospitality. The Boy Who Lived runs back to Dumbledore like the coward he is!"

The Death Eaters joined in with their master's laughter.

Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

"I'm not a coward! Incendio!"

Flames flew out of his wand directly towards Voldemort. The Death Eaters shifted uncomfortably, but the Dark Lord didn't even flinch. When the flames were barely an inch away from his pale face, he slowly waved his wand and the flames suddenly changed direction and headed back towards Harry. He ducked just in time to see the burnt wood of the doors…exactly where his head had been a few seconds before.

Voldemort took advantage of Harry's loss of concentration to disarm him. Harry tried to hold onto his wand, but it was too late. Voldemort now had it in his possession once more.

Harry may have lost his wand, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. With his newfound courage, he charged at the room of Death Eaters. He wondered why they weren't attacking him as he punched, kicked, and dived his way back to the front of the drawing room and the Death Eaters who held Snape captive.

"Let him go," Harry ordered, looking angrily at Voldemort, "now!"

Voldemort chuckled.

"Do you hear him, my friends? Potter thinks he has the upper hand in this battle! Well, we will see how he feels after he watches his friend die!"

Harry leapt towards Voldemort in hopes of grabbing his enemy by the throat, but was soon grabbed once more by several Death Eaters. The Boy Who Lived was no match for their iron grip.

Satisfied that the boy could not interfere with his current plans, Voldemort returned his focus to his former spy.

"Good-bye, Severus."

"NO!" screamed Harry as the Dark Lord raised his wand.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to him. Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to see another innocent person die because of him…

SCREECH! BANG! POP!

A horrible sound from the garden of the manor broke the silence of the drawing room. All activity inside the house immediately ceased.

Voldemort looked down at Harry with a sinister smile.

"Ah," he whispered, "It appears we have company!"

The Order of the Phoenix had arrived at last.

A/N: And that is Chapter 9! What did you think? What will happen next? Will the Order succeed in rescuing Harry? Or does Voldemort have more tricks up his sleeve? I have no idea how long this story will be, but my goal is for it to be at least 15 chapters. Don't forget to review, follow, favor, or send me a PM if you like this story! I love hearing from all of you! It makes me feel good that people are still reading this little adventure! I'll try to make the next chapter a little bit longer. See you next time!

Love, Mickeygirl20 :)