DISCLAIMER!

No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own harry potter or any characters/ Songs/ Poems etc. you might recognise.

The five marauders

Chapter 20

Jamie POV

At first I screamed. The pain was worse then anything I have ever felt before. I fell to the floor again, and started to writher in pain. I was screaming louder then I have ever before. It felt as if white-hot knives were piercing every inch of my skin. But then, when the curse was lifted, I heard laughter coming from the masked people, and realised they were laughing at my cries of pain.

I cannot stand people laughing at me.

"Well Jemmia? Will you join me?" Lord Voldemort asked again.

"When hell freezes over," I muttered, and was hit with the curse again.

But this time I let the stubborn and brave Gryffindor take over. I did writhe in pain again, but I let no scream emit from my mouth. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I'm in so much pain.

He held the curse for longer this time, as if checking how much longer I could endure without screaming. After what seemed like forever, the curse lifted, and I let my body relax, but then tense once more, as I was crucio-d again.

I didn't let a scream escape this time either, but I couldn't stop the tear that rolled down my cheek as I thrashed around the floor, with my arms still tied behind my back.

Voldemort lifted the curse for the third time, but I didn't let my body relax, in fear of being hit with the curse again.

"I'm impressed," He said.

I looked up at him, and once again, met his cruel eyes.

"Even my own Death Eaters aren't strong or stubborn enough to endure the pain of the Cruciatus Curse."

To prove his point, he pointed the wand at a random masked person, who I guessed was one of his 'Death Eaters' (whatever they are), his eyes never leaving mine. She fell to the ground, screaming.

Voldemort lifted the curse after a few seconds, by which I have already calmed down from the Cruciatus Curse. The woman was sobbing, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, since I now knew what a pain this curse caused.

"If you join me, I could help you become the most powerful and most feared witch that existed," Voldemort whispered, "We could both get rid of all the filthy muggles, mudbloods and blood-traitors. We could rule the world."

"And what if I'm best friends with muggles, mudbloods and blood-traitors?" I glowered.

Voldemort once again, smirked evilly, "I could force you."

I stood up bravely, but it must have looked a bit comical since my hands were still tied behind my back.

"I'm not afraid," I declared, "Not of you. Not of torture. Not of anything."

He carried on smirking, "When I said I could force you, I didn't necessarily mean with torture."

He once again pointed his wand at me, but this time said, "Imperio."

I expected pain, but instead, I felt a wonderful feeling. I felt as if I was floating, and every troubling thought and worry were washed away. All I felt was happiness. I felt happier then I ever had in my life, and I let my body relax.

I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I heard the voice I already felt hate towards, bounce around my head

"Join me, Jamie. Together we can rule the world."

Why not? I mean, it would mean no torture, and it would be fun to rule the world. I would be feared by many, and many others would look up to me. I would be the most powerful witch in the world. My parents would be so proud. Sirius…

Sirius would hate it! He'd think I've betrayed him.

I shut my eyes tighter, and let my thoughts of Sirius push the voice of the evil wizard away.

"Join me, Jamie. JOIN ME!"

"NO!" I yelled out loud, my eyes flying open, and falling to my knees.

"No?" Voldemort asked, his face showing no emotion, "This is the second unforgivable curse you've conquered. I would check if you would be able to conquer my favourite one, Avada Kadavra, as well, but it would be a pity to lose you."

He walked up to where I was kneeling, facing the ground, and lifted my chin up with his bony fingers. His hands were cold, but I managed not to shiver as I looked into those crimson eyes.

"For now, we'll have to put you in the guest room."

With one final look into my eyes, he let go of my chin, and strolled out of the room, leaving me with the Death Eaters.

"A curious one, aren't we?" One asked, grabbing me by the collar, and roughly pulling me up.

"Just a stupid and naïve child, that one is," The woman who was tortured said, "The Dark Lord offers her a position many would kill for, yet she's still too stubborn to accept it."

She took off her mask, and stared at me, with dark, yet slightly familiar eyes.

"You're Bellatrix Black," It wasn't a question. I would recognise the eyes of a Black anywhere.

"It's Lestrange now," She replied, "How do you know me, girl?"

"Lets just say I'm on close terms with a cousin of yours."

She half closed her heavy-lidded eyes, "You're that little girl my blood-traitor cousin was talking about all the time at my aunt's home, are you not?"

"I must be. From what I know, he's not on friendly terms with any other females."

She smirked at me, "At least now I know that my baby cousin has some taste in women."

With that she turned and left, followed by another man, who I guessed to be her husband.

I looked at the other Death Eaters who were still present. They were all curiously watching the scene.

After a while, the one who pulled me up, finally spoke.

"Go on, you all have other business then to just stare at this one all day!"

Why did they keep on referring to me as This one? I have a name, after all.

Once all the death eaters left the room, the man once again grabbed my collar, and pulled me out of the room.

"Don't try anything, or it might be the last thing you do," He warned.

He pulled me through a corridor, down a staircase, through groups of other death eaters, all of which watched us as we passed with curiosity, and finally pushed me into a room, where I landed painfully on the floor.

The man pointed his wand at me, and I felt the ropes around my wrists fall to the ground. He sent me one last look, and walked back out, shutting the door firmly behind him.

I pushed myself up, and started massaging my wrists, while looking around the room. It was at least five times more dusty then the room I was previously in. It had one little window, through which I could see the morning sun come up. The only other thing in the room was a bed with a mouldy mattress and a thin blanket and ripped pillow. This wasn't a guest room. This was a cell.

I was still in the cell two days later. I was hungry and thirsty. They didn't give me food or water for two whole days. I heard the longest a child my age could survive without water is three days, which means that if I didn't get anything to drink any time soon, I would completely dehydrate myself.

I had to use the furthest corner of my room as a place for my business, so the smell in the room was now also awful. This was like torture. I was forced to live in such terrible condition, with not a drop of water, or a crumb of bread to fill my empty stomach.

I was feeling dizzy and sick all the time now. I felt as if I might pass out any minute. I barely acknowledged when some man came into my room, and dragged me by the arm up some staircases, through some corridors, and in through a door. When he let go of me, I fell to my hands and knees, not able to support my weight too well.

I only realised what happened when I lifted my head and met the red gaze again.

"You're starving and thirsty, child," The high-pitched voice stated.

I didn't even argue, I just carried on staring into his eyes.

Lord Voldemort waved his wand, and directly in front of me appeared a big jar of water. I barely looked at it, before turning me head away. I don't trust him.

"Won't you drink Jemmia?" Voldemort asked, amusement obvious in his voice.

"I don't trust you," I told him. I didn't recognise my own voice, it was so hoarse. I guess that's what not drinking or speaking for two whole days does to a person.

Voldemort laughed a cruel laugh, that sent chills up my spine.

"You can drink it, it's not poisoned if that's what you're afraid of. What good would you be to me dead?"

I looked at the jar of water, and couldn't help myself. I drank viciously until not a drop of water was left. My thirst was over for now.

"I summoned you here," Voldie said, "Because I want to push you. I want to see your limits. I want to see how far you will go before you finally accept my offer."

I looked up at him again, and my face was met with a beam of red light.

Lily POV

Yesterday, the day Jamie went missing, dinner was unusually quiet. The four male marauders were unnaturally quiet, and even Peter didn't eat anything.

I'm not a pessimist, I was pretty sure that Jamie was ok. After all, Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the world. I assured myself that Jamie must have gone home for some reason. Maybe one of her parents was ill, or maybe one of her brothers got engaged. I was sure she was Ok.

Today I found out how wrong I was. It was during breakfast, when my copy of the Daily Prophet came, that I found out what really happened to my friend.

When I read the headline of the first page, I almost spat out my juice over the newspaper, and I straight away turned my head towards the four marauders, who were sitting with their heads down, not eating anything. I noticed I wasn't the only one, many other students who have pre-ordered the Daily Prophet were staring at the four boys with compassion.

I turned back to the newspaper and read:

First-year kidnapped straight from the grounds of Hogwarts

Last night, a young girl named Jemmia (Jamie) White was forcefully taken from the grounds of Hogwarts. It is known to the ministry, that behind her kidnapping is the same man that is behind the deaths and disappearances of thousands of other people (More on him on pages 2-3).

Jamie White, is known as the troublemaker of Hogwarts, along with her four friends, they are known all over the school as 'Marauders'.

Jamie is an intelligent young witch, who the Hogwarts professor hinted, might be a true natural in Charms.

The ministry believes, that the dark wizard who has kidnapped the young girl might be seeking the powers of a true natural, even though she is only eleven-years-old.

I didn't want to read on, I already knew all those things about my friend. Instead I turned to the next page, and read about the Dark Wizard who kidnapped my friend. The ministry finally decided to let the world know about the sick minded person.

According to this article, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, as they called him, is a powerful wizard obsessed with blood purity. He is not afraid of putting others in pain to get what he wants. He is not afraid to use the unforgivables on anyone. I let a tear roll down my cheek as I thought about what he could do to Jamie.

And, of course, it had to happen days before Christmas eve.

Jamie POV

"You are weaker then when I first tortured you," Voldemort whispered.

It was the third time today he used the Cruciatus curse on me. I don't know what he expected, after all, he starved and thirsted me for two days.

When he first threw the curse at me, I already forgot what the pain felt like, and I let out a cry of agony when the hot daggers pierced my skin.

On the second go, I managed to keep my scream in, but I started digging my nails into the palms of my hands, leaving five moon-shaped, bleeding wounds on each palm.

The third time, I couldn't hold it any longer. I was too weak. I let tears run freely down my cheeks, and I let out many gasps of pain, but still no scream.

Voldemort once again forced me to stand with a spell. He walked over to me, and grabbed my chin with those white, cold fingers.

I managed to hold back the other tears that were threatening to fall, as I stared into those red eyes.

There was one thought that kept me sane every time I was tortured, and there was the same thought that made me stand straight and brave in front of Voldemort.

Once this is all over, you'll be back with the marauders. Back with Sirius.

"Take her back, but this time make sure she is not dehydrated when I summon her again," Voldemort ordered, and marched out of the room.

I was once again grabbed by the collar, and pulled to my room.

The person once again, roughly pushed me onto the floor, but this time when he waved his wand, a jar of water and a glass appeared before he left.

When I knew he wouldn't come back, I fell on the bed and let the tears roll.

I just want this torture to end.