HARRY
I recoiled the second my leg hit the ground. I couldn't take the pain. Although it had been healed, the injuries were still significant. Deatheaters were pushing me along, pushing me on the floor when they felt like it. I recognized most of them. Rookwood, Bellatrix Lestrange, the Carrows, Rowle, and the Malfoys; all wanting me dead or wanting desperately to have their shot at me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I cried out a few times for them to at least carry me. Draco heard me. He tossed Hermione and Ron to someone else and began to help me walk. Ordinarily, I would've glared at him, but this was a kindness I didn't expect. Deatheaters looked at us odd, but none of them said anything. I guess they suspected that Draco just knew I was wanted alive like he'd said in the hospital room. We got to the front of the hospital. I realized they wanted to apparate. I wasn't strong enough yet. I held on to Draco and felt the rush of apparition. I almost doubled over and vomited upon landing. I saw Hermione's face turn an even whiter pale than before. Ron's face was a mix of sympathy and anger. I felt for them. The three of us were dragged down into the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, where we'd been just one short week ago. I was launched onto the floor, hitting with a painful crack that I was sure were a few of my ribs. Ron and Hermione were tossed in a less painful matter. You could tell who the favorites were. Well, meaning I was the one that they wanted alive, yet I was being treated the roughest. Dear God, why was life so screwed up? I laid on the floor while Hermione looked me over. She silently deduced all of the injuries. Let's say for the sense of graphic detail that I was a mess. The door to the dungeon opened and someone walked down in. I couldn't see who it was because my vision was beginning to go fuzzy. The last thing I heard was a surprised gasp from Hermione. I began losing consciousness. I saw a man above me, but I didn't believe it was him. He couldn't be back.
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I awoke in a strange room. It wasn't the dungeon. It wasn't the broom closet we'd been in for a day. My eyes adjusted slowly to the light. Severus Snape and Lord Voldemort were standing above me, looking down on me thoughtfully. I tried to speak, but my voice was practically gone. My limbs felt like they weighed a million pounds. My head was throbbing. My mouth tasted like blood. The conversation between the two men finished, and Lord Voldemort left the room. Snape leaned over me and whispered an incantation. I couldn't feel the immediate effects. He left the room. I didn't know where I was. I wasn't tied down. I flipped off the blankets and saw my leg. It was purple and blue. The bandages had been ripped away to leave this gruesome sight for me to find. I felt my nose and noticed a crack which is where the blood taste had arisen. My left arm was limp. My shirt was gone, lying in a heap on the floor along with mu jeans and sneakers. I had a little bit of blood on my chest, probably from a cut or a curse. I couldn't stand, but I could sit up. I looked around. The room had one window and the walls were grey. I was lying in the only bed. Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be found. Snape came back in. He pushed me back down and began administering potions. I was too weak to fight it. He muttered something unintelligible but forced me on to my feet. Before I toppled over, he caught me and put a pair of crutches under my arms. He led me down the hallway until we reached another room. He made a motion for me to stop moving and opened the door. He pulled out my two best friends. My vocal cords were still fried for some reason, but I managed a small smile. Hermione looked ecstatic and Ron grinned. Snape put his finger to his lips for silence and motioned for us to follow him. I was glad I'd been able to put my clothes back on. Otherwise this would've been super awkward for all of us. We were brought down to a room where deatheaters were seated and silent. It was like the day I lost Ginny all over again. I shuddered at the thought. We were placed directly across from the head of the table where Voldemort sat. He made eye contact with me, but I looked away immediately. Everyone looked at us. I felt my stomach churning with fear and just general nausea. I was scared for my and my friend's lives.
"Potter." He smiled maliciously. My stomach dropped. This might be the end.