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The castle was vast, mist clung to it, obscuring the full view and promising more hidden within the depths of its embrace. Harry's neck craned to look at the turrets, and he swore he heard a bat screeching even though it was only late afternoon. It oozed darkness and Harry could see tendrils of black magic floating around the castle, curling up the walls almost like a lover's caress. Yes this place was evil and Harry shuddered when they were led through the wrought iron gates, passing through them as if they were made of smoke, rippling slightly as they crossed the threshold. Harry felt stifled as the magic coated his own, smothering it and bending it into submission. The courtyard was bare, a slight breeze whistled through the surrounding trees, whispering at Harry as if the spirits of the inhabitants victims were trying to warn them from entering. Walking up the front steps to the entrance hall a figure stood there. He wore the same garb as the Death Eaters but the way he held himself made Harry believe he was superior, perhaps part of the inner circle.

"We have them" said one of their guards.

"Evidently," drawled the man, "take them to the dungeons until our Lord is ready to deal with them."

One of the Death Eater's pushed them inside the castle. Resisting Harry pushed back, the wind outside had picked up and was beating against the windows warning him more persistently not to go down there. Summoning his wandless magic he shoved away two Death Eaters that were stalking towards him, hearing then crashing into the wall behind with satisfaction. However this satisfaction was short lived as the regal Death Eater shot a stunner at him and he collapsed, slumping over onto Ginny before his world faded to black.

Opening his eyes Harry felt a sharp pain flit across his scar, momentarily stunning him before he adjusted to it. Certainly it wasn't as bad as it was in his time, but it had be many months since his scar had hurt and so he wasn't as used to it as he once was. Turning his head he saw with dismay that manacles coated his wrists, a rusty chain exuding from them before meeting the stone wall. Moving his arms he tried to wriggle free but all he succeeded in doing was rattling the chain and as it came into contact with the stone floor a thud resounded around the cell, rousing the other occupants. Ginny was in much the same state as he was and as she gazed blearily into his eyes he felt a surge of pure hope. She was with him and they would get through this together, somehow.

"What happened after I was stunned?" asked Harry, his head throbbing a little at the memory.

"They stunned the rest of us soon after, they thought we would follow your example" replied Ginny smirking.

Hearing a groan he looked into one of the darkened corners and saw a shadow move slowly into sitting position.

"Hello" he called out, his voice echoing off the old stone.

"Professor?" came Lily's voice, it was calm and Harry was surprised at his mother's composure.

"Lily is that you?"

"Yes, James is here too."

Inching along a little until the chain attached to his wrists was stretched as far as it could go, he saw Lily holding James, she looked worn out and frightened but determination shone in her eyes, James meanwhile was shivering and Lily was attempting to quell the tremours, there was a faraway look in his eyes but still they held the same burning determination that Lily's did. Ginny came over next to him and he felt her small hands clasp around his arm.

"Why are we all together? I though Voldemort only wanted us" she whispered in his ear.

"I don't know but knowing Voldemort we'll probably find out soon."

"Harry, he'll be able to read your mind, he'll find out about us!" gasped Ginny.

"He'll prefer to torture us first, I mean I spent practically a year with him in my head and he rarely uses legilimency as he gets more pleasure out of causing physical pain."

"That isn't much of a consolation" said Ginny shuddering.

The door opened preventing Harry was replying, its rusty hinges creaking ominously as two Death Eaters came into the room. Their black cloaks were billowing slightly and their faces covered in masks. From this perspective they looked intimidating and Harry felt himself tense slightly unsure of what to expect.

"Our Lord wishes for your presence, if you try and escape we have orders to contain you under any means necessary," the joy at this was evident in the man's voice, "therefore I wouldn't advise it." His little speech done his companion flicked his wand and the chains flew out of the walls, snaking in the air and joining to create one line. The end of the chair was linked to the first Death Eater and Harry was pulled roughly to his feet and dragged out, the others following helplessly behind him.

They must have been in the dungeons as soon they were walking up a flight of stone steps. He never knew much of Voldemort during the first war, many had been too scared to tell him, fearing that the Dark Lord would hear and punish them from beyond the grave. Coming to the top of the staircase they headed down a corridor, Harry's wrists protesting as the chain was pulled savagely. Going further he heard screams coming from behind a set of double doors, the silver snakes embroidering the doorframe telling Harry that this was their destination. Approaching the doors the screams were cut off abruptly and next thing they knew they were being thrown into the room. Losing his balance Harry fell to his knees, effectively dragging down the others. Looking up he saw that he was in a hall of some sort. The walls and floor were made of the same stone as the ceiling and the walls were bare except from the large glass windows, the intermittent bursts of light failing to warm up the room. A large stone dais rose at the end of the room with steps leading up to it, perched on top of this was a throne where presumably Voldemort sat. All in all it was cold and its appearance severe, exactly like its owner. Hearing a hissing sound Harry turned his head and soon wished he hadn't. Nagini was hissing happily to herself whilst devouring Voldemort's last victim, his eyes were transfixed on the snake's bulging body that he never noticed its owner appear.

"Ah Mr Potter, nice to meet you at last, I have heard so much about you" hissed Voldemort. He looked just as he did when Harry knew him, however his red eyes never contained the wildness his future self would once possess. No, this Voldemort still retained his sanity and that meant that getting out of this would be a lot harder than he had previously thought.

Voldemort strode over to him, his black robes looking immaculate and swishing around him while he walked making him resemble a grotesque demon surrounded by black mist. Stopping in front of him, Harry averted his gaze from the probing red eyes and shivered when Voldemort ran his finger down Harry's arm. His flesh was cold and he felt like a corpse as his scaly finger explored the limb.

"Interesting" he murmured, his breath ghosting over Harry's face.

"What?" asked Harry, the one word laced with loathing.

"You are coated in Salazar's magic, there is literally a shield of it surrounding your skin as though its masking something" Voldemort's voice was soft, lacking the maniacal glee that Harry had grown to associate it with.

"What?"

"At the beginning of the year I felt a large burst of Salazar's magic in the vicinity of Hogwarts and again only a few weeks ago, my spy told me at that time you appeared. I have… always shown an interest in whoever takes the DADA post but this year my spy alerted me that something was different. He reported there were abnormalities about you, things that never fit. Naturally it made me curious, but I wasn't going to act until there was a second burst of magic which forced my hand." said Voldemort, running his fingers down Harry's face, he clearly hadn't lost his love of monologues.

"Hmm, I wonder," he continued thoughtfully, standing back and pulling his wand out of an inside pocket of his robes before hissing slightly, his wand making jagged movements. At any minute Harry was waiting for the tingle across his skin that was the telltale sign of Salazar's magic dissipating. Glancing up at Voldemort's face he let go of the breath that he never even realised he had been holding.

"What makes you think I am not who I profess to be?" challenged Harry, arching an eyebrow.

"I know that you are lying about your identity but I cannot see past Salazar's magic, it is obstructing me. Who are you?"

"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you Voldemort" replied Harry.

"Oh you will" assured Voldemort, his eyes twinkling with malice as he pulled away.

The first crucio hit Harry and he grit his teeth, it felt like hot pokers were breaking into his skin and boiling the blood that flowed beneath. He was vaguely aware of Ginny screaming in horror and James and Lily fighting against the restraints. When the pain was lifted he looked up at Voldemort defiantly.

"I see you have acquired a tolerance for this, let's see how long it lasts."

Once again a wave of pain over took him, dragging him in deeper and oppressing him, he felt it lap at ever nerve in his body as his muscles spasmed. Deeper and deeper he sank until suddenly he surfaced gasping as the curse was removed. As conscious thought returned he became aware that he was lying on the floor and panting heavily. His bones felt like they were filled with lead and wearily he dragged himself up into a sitting position. Ginny's eyes were red rimmed with tear tracks streaked down her cheeks, Lily and James were both pure white and Harry could see that their wrists were rubbed raw as they had tried to escape from the manacles. Smiling weakly he tried to signal that he was alright, the aching in his body reducing this to a grimace of what could only be seen as pain. Looking back at Ginny he saw her smile a little at his bravado and he grinned, this time conveying the right emotion, only she could lift his mood in a situation this dire. Unfortunately Voldemort's shrewd eyes caught this and he stalked over to Ginny. It was a credit to Ginny that she never flinched but instead glared defiantly at him, her eyes not meeting his but still a withering gaze nonetheless. Harry wanted to cry out as Voldemort curled his fingers in Ginny's hair before kneeling and pulling her head back savagely and examining her face.

"You care for him" he uttered, as if it were an alien concept to him. Looking back over at Harry he appeared to reach some conclusion before straightening up and taking a step back. Aiming his wand at her the chamber was suddenly filled with her screams, they echoed off the walls and struck Harry right to the core. Keeping his mouth shut he watched as Ginny writhed against the stone, her back arching as the pain reached its peak. Lifting the curse, all Harry could hear was her panting as she tried to pull herself together. Remaining impassive he hardened his expression as Voldemort glanced at him, the man was displeased and his lips pulled back into a sneer.

"Care to tell me now Potter?" spat Voldemort, his voice filled with rage at the blank look on Harry's face. Glancing over at Ginny he saw her mouth 'No' to him and replied his, voice steady but his heart filled with regret-

"No."

Once again all they heard was Ginny's screaming, flicking his eyes away from her he studied James and Lily. Their faces were still white but bubbling underneath their shock filled eyes was an anger that resembled that of a mother's when her cub is threatened. Once more the curse was lifted and Voldemort looked at Harry, retaining his expressionless look the older wizard sighed.

"Harry, do you really want me to kill her?" asked Voldemort, his voice dangerously sweet.

"No" gasped Harry.

"I'm afraid you've forced my hand, maybe when you see her lifeless corpse you'll be more talkative" with those gently uttered words Voldemort whispered "Avada kedavra" a green light shooting out of his wand as Harry watched on in horror, unable to do anything as it sped closer and closer to Ginny...

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, please don't kill me! *raises hands in surrender*

Important Note: Voldemort was able to feel Salazar's magic as the same magic lies in his core, when Salazar's magic activated Voldemort would have felt a pull towards it as it was so similar to his own, that is why he is so interested in Harry as it was around the time of his arrival and he always takes an interest in the DADA teachers - normally gloating that he would have done a way better job than them xD No the serious reason being to moniter the curse. Peter owled him a copy of the list that the Marauder's were making which only increased Voldemort's curiosity and the last straw was the activation of the hourglass when Harry and Ginny talked to Salazar prompting him to move his plans forward (see I told you that chapter was important!). I hope that clears that up, if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask and I'll do my best to answer them!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it, it wasn't beta'd so if there are any errors please notify me :)