I know you probably don't care, but I am very sorry about the huge delay. My sister had her baby and the baby has a heart problem which has left me out of commition for a while. And if you want to know I have started the next chapter. Yay.

Anyway, have fun reading.

Chapter 11

The next day started in full swing. Every Death Eater was awakened by their Dark Marks and summoned to help set up the festivities. Some were bringing in a centeur that they killed, after finding out they taste delicious with a touch of salt on their hides. The centeur's were hard to catch because they were going into hiding and the Death Eater's would only be able to catch the stragglers. Another thing Death Eaters were bringing was captured prisoners from the Ministry of Magic and even some lone rebels from the surrounding area they found.

Harry, on the other hand, was experiencing the beginning of a horrible day. The last few weeks weren't good to him but now it down right sucked. He was being dragged around the whole castle where every Death Eater could see him and Voldemort wouldn't object to anyone who wanted to torture him. Harry knew Voldemort was pissed at him and had something planned for him for the party tonight. Not to mention he was half naked and freezing his ass off.

By the time lunch was over Harry was extremely sore and had a wounded pride. He had been experiencing 50 cruciatus curses, being physically abused repeatedly, and being almost choked to death at least 20 times by that damned collar. So all day Harry had been trying to devise a plan to kill Voldemort, the Muggle way, so that damned collar wouldn't activate. And all Harry had come up with was strangling him with is bare hands.

While Harry was planning so was Voldemort. The Snakes plan was simple-humiliate his pet in the most painful way. With his new spell Voldemort knew Harry's worst memories and what he feared most. His thought was What if I project everything my pet fears and memories on a screen so all my loyal Death Eaters can torment him for the rest of his days with me? This thought was growing in his mind he liked it more and more.

Both Harry and Voldemort entered their chambers during the early evening intending to get dressed for the party that night. Voldemort forced Harry onto the bed and attached his leash to the head board, then peeled off his clothes and joined his pet for a light nap before the party. Harry was so exhausted and cold he didn't protest to the covers being placed on him and fell into a light sleep. He still needed to keep on eye on Voldemort incase he tried anything funny to him.

Later, Harry began to awake feeling fingers dragging up and down his side to his legs. The feeling felt so soothing and sighing in contentment he pushed closer toward the fingers. Then he heard a light chuckle before he flinched and fell off the bed practically choking himself with the collar around his neck. He quickly stood gulping fresh air into his lungs. Harry felt the hand return to his side running a finger along his back, down his spine, and onto his chest.

Harry was getting pissed and growled angrily, "Don't touch me." He tried to pull away, but Voldemort gripped Harry's hip bone tightly. Harry gasped. Voldemort was suddenly straddling Harry from behind. Voldemort's chin was placed on Harry's shoulder.

"You seemed fine with my touch just a little while ago." He kissed his pets neck. Harry grimmest. "Now up." He said while climbing off of Harry. "We have a party to attend in an hour and you need to get into your costume."

Before Harry could stop himself, "What costume? This isn't a Halloween Party." Voldemort smiled and pressed his wand on one of the many whip marks on Harry's back. Harry let out a groan, it hurt like hell.

"Well, pet. I want you to be humiliated beyond belief. So..." He flicked his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. He gasped as the spell hit him in the chest. Harry felt the wind whirl around him as he closed his eyes. When the spell died down, Harry was afraid to open his eyes, but he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Voldemort was still standing in front of him, but he took no notice.

"There that looks better." The Snake held up his hand and...scratched Harry's ear? Oh, but it felt so good. He could almost feel his foot thumping the ground with contentment. Wait, it really was his foot. Harry quickly shook the hand off his head and glared.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Harry rubbed his head and suddenly stopped. He felt a small piece of furry flesh on each side of his head. His eyes widened in realization. "You placed dog ears on me? Why the hell would you do that?"

"Humiliation is one step closer to loss of pride. I think I'm getting closer." Voldemort smirked as he waved his wand which connected Harry's collar to the leash. He used his wand to force Harry on all fours and made sure Harry stayed there. He pulled Harry out the door and Harry trailed behind him with his head hung down.

The letters all reached the rebel leaders the day of Voldemort's celebration. Sirius was the first to see the owl and snatched the letter from the owls talons. The letter had no address or a specific name. Sirius gathered everyone in their group and read the letter out loud.

"To Whom It May Concern,

There are many of you rebels, this I know. I have come into contact with a few of them. Therefore, I must say this is not a trick or a gimmick. The Dark Lord and fellow Death Eaters will be gathering at Hogwarts for a celebration and very few guards will be vigilant. This is my hope that all of the rebels come together to send a surprise attack and diminish as many Death Eaters as possible. You should not live in fear every day of your life. If you all refuse to believe me then I only have one other choice. Harry Potter is still alive only as a slave for the Dark Lord. Do this for him for he has saved many of your lives time and time again.

P.S. Though I loathe to ask, do any of you know about what Potter knows pertaining to Horcruxes?

Sirius was rounding laughing on the ground by now. "Snape is such an idiot. Does he really think we would fall for something like that? I mean, he betrayed us. He took the madman's side." Remus and Neville looked down at Sirius on the ground with disapproving looks.

Hermione snatched the letter from Sirius' hands and examined it carefully. Then she smacked Sirius' head. "Do you not think?" Sirius looked shocked. Hermoine continued, "Why do you think this is Snape? It could be anyone." Her posture had that tell-me-now stance.

Sirius constructed a sheepish smile and said, "I used to copy off him in potions." Hermione gave him a look, "when I didn't study." This time Remus waved his hands in a circle, like a continue on, "which was all the time." Sirius sighed and got up. "So I know his hand writing very well. Ok? My big secret is out."

Remus had thought about something and then said, "How exactly did you copy his paper? He kept his paper hidden all the time."

Sirius gave a doggish smile and answered, "Maybe another time." He took the letter back from Hermione glancing at it once more. "It's Snape."

Neville finally spoke up, "Sirius, what if Professor Snape is telling the truth? What then? Should we go and help? He says there are other rebels like us and I think we should go and kill as many of those disgusting Death Eater scum as possible. For Harry's sake." That was the longest speak Neville had made since they were duped rebels. Hermione, Remus, and Sirus were all in shock at what Neville was suggesting. Neville turned to leave, into 'battle'.

Sirius caught up with Neville and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sirius asked seriously (ironic uh?), "What happened to normal scared Neville?"

"He died when the Light lost the war and Harry was captured and made a slave by that mad man. I am gonna save him, he deserves it. Now I'm going whether you want to or not." Neville shrugged off Sirius' hand and determinedly walked farther away from their campsite when Hermione's voice stopped him.

"Nev, we have to think about things before we rush into them. And I think we have to write a reply back to Snape. I know what Snape is talking about in the P.S. Harry told--" Hermione's voice caught in her throat. "Ron and me at the end of our sixth year. Remus do you have a self inking quill?" She was still upset that Ron didn't make it through the war and still couldn't get over it. Remus produced the quill from this breast pocket inside his robe.

Hermione used the back of the letter and wrote. Hermione read over her note again and again. Once she was satisfied she asked if anyone wanted to reply but no one did. She send her reply with the owl and watched it fly into the distance.

Hermione looked confidently at Neville and said, "I'm ready. Let's kill some of those Death Eater Scum. Neville led the way to the old school grounds and into certain death. (Corny I know, but still it is a good line.)

Draco and Blaise were on their way to Severus' room just an hour before the party. They were dressed in their finest dress robes probably costing around 1,000 Galleons each. Draco's robe was an elegant silky black with a complicated patterning and stitching. Blaise's was a dark blue with sliver lining, but much simpler pattern than Draco's robes.

They reached Severus' room and was about to knock when the door swung open revealing Severus in simple Death Eater robes, not shocking but you know, it's Snape. "Come in, quickly." He ushered them in and told them to sit down. Draco and Blaise looked at each other questioningly, but sat down regardless. They smoothed out their robes, waiting for Snape to tell them why he wanted them here at this particular moment.

Finally, after Snape grabbed a letter from his desk, Snape himself sat down and let out a low sigh. "I received a letter back regarding the statements you collected from Potter, Draco, which I sent to all rebels in hopes they would know more regarding the Horcruxes. According to this said person,

"Yeah I know about Horcruxes. Why do ya want to know? Or better yet, how do you know? Because I know Harry wouldn't tell ya, Death Eater now traitor. If you want to know something more about it you will have to find out from someone else because, frankly, I don't trust you."

"This person has vulgar grammar and horrible chicken scratch, but otherwise we have one person that knows about the Dark Lord's Horcruxes. Which will benefit the rebel's in the long run. Now, hopefully some rebels will show for this party and knock down our forces a little. Keep the Dark Lord on his toes and maybe distracted long enough for Potter to escape." Severus finished. He slowly got up and continued to get ready for the party.

"You're hoping? What if that doesn't happen and all the rebels that come will be slaughtered? Will you take the blame? I mean, yes I want Harry saved but not if the last of the remaining light side is destroyed in the process." Draco was near hysterics.

Snape produced a small smirk, "You know, Draco, you almost sound like Potter. Come on we have a party to attend and be guests of honor."

Blaise spoke up for the first time. "What does being guests of honor mean? I have this feeling that it's not something good, either." He looked up at the two and shook his head, "Forget it. It's probably nothing." He waved his comment off like it was nothing important, but the three knew it was important. "Anyway, we have about ten minutes before the party starts."

The three headed for the door when an owl clipped the only window in the dungeons. Snape walked, (well more like glided) over and unlatched the window letting the owl in. He retrieved the letter and flipped it over reading the context. He read it aloud.

I know what 'Potter' meant. Vol-" But then was crossed out. "Our new lord has seven of these, but two were already destroyed and one is in him. If you want more information set something up.

He read it over in his head before saying, "Well, it seems that one other person knows about these Horcruxes and would be willing to talk about it more in-depth. It would seem Potter told only two people about them."

"But, who would Potter--" Blaise started to say, before it dawned on him.

"Wealsey and Granger." Both Blaise and Draco exclaimed at the same time.

Harry was trailing Voldemort going as slow as he could just so he would be able to stall his humiliation longer. Harry realised a little later that not only did he have ears, but also a large bushy tail. The only reason he even figured this out was when one of the Death Eaters passed by and stepped on it. Harry yelped and turned to glare at the man, but stopped when he realised the tail. Voldemort had stopped to watch the interaction between Harry and the Death Eater.

"Ginabrick, get to the party. I hear we are having centeur." Voldemort ushered him away then turned back to Harry and smirked.

"Why a fucking tail?! Wasn't it enough with the ears? If I could use magic I wou-" Harry started choking as his collar tightened around him. Voldemort made no move to help him, but his smirk widened.

"This is what I love about you, my pet. So unpredictable. You are a challenge." Voldemort kicked Harry in the ribs. This did not help Harry regain his breath. "But, manners are much appreciated in times of need." As Harry started to turn blue, Voldemort knelt down whispering, "Give me a kiss and I'll let you breathe."

Harry wasn't thinking clearly anymore and thought that would be a good idea. Then I won't die. He thought. Harry grabbed Voldemort's neck, bring him down to Harry. He tried to give him a quick kiss, but Voldemort had other ideas. The Snake forced his tongue in and fouled as much of Harry's mouth as possible. Once his tongue was inside Voldemort reduced the pressure on Harry's collar so he could have more fun. When Voldemort was out of breath he let Harry go and just watched him regain his own breath.

"I see you manners are turning around. Now, come. The party is about to start." Voldemort kicked Harry toward the Entrance Hall.

Harry dug his feet in the ground to stop himself from continuing, but he hardly had any strength for the lack of oxygen. With one particularly hard kick to the backside Harry was kicked around the corner. His eyes widened with terror there were too many Death Eaters and surely he would be at the receiving end of all their wands by the end of the night. Harry tried to scoot back out of harms way when Voldemort himself turned the corner. The Snake gave them all the vicious smile, "Get to the party. We have much entertainment tonight." All the Death Eaters hurried into the Great Hall, determined please their Master.

Voldemort turned to Harry who kept his head firmly on the ground. Voldemort gripped Harry's chin forcing Harry to look at him. With his vicious smirk Voldemort whispered into his pet's ear, "I have a surprise for you and I know that everyone of my servants will love it." Then Voldemort straightened up and walked into the hall as if nothing happened.

I also have to admit I have a bit of a writer's block. I know where I want my story to go, just not how to get there. HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

Also give me constructive critizism. I need it and you know it. I also would adore many many many suggestions.

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