Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter and everything recognisable belongs to J K Rowling. Also this story is inspired by 'A Shattered Prophesy' by Project Dark Overlord.

Wow! I guess you guys liked that last chapter, huh? Thanks a million for all your reviews. Okay, here's the next chappie. For all those wondering how long this story is, I still have a good few chapters planned. I think it all will end on or around 60 chapters. Okay now this chappie's alot longer than the last few so enjoy!

Chapter Fifty Four

It took over one hour to finally calm Damien down. At first he was ready to go downstairs and tell his parents everything, but the other three knew that Damien was just angry and didn't really want to do that. He was just desperately looking for a way to make Harry stay.

When Lily came upstairs to tell Damien they were ready to go home, Damien managed to trudge out of the room with his head hanging low. Lily looked compassionately at her son, misreading his emotions thinking that he was upset because of his dad.

"He'll calm down, Damy. Just give him some space" she said as she wrapped an arm around the younger boy's shoulders and hugged him.

Damien didn't reply. He was caught up with what he should do. If he kept quiet now, they would all lose Harry, perhaps for forever. Damien saw his Dad standing next to the fireplace, ready to leave. There was only Mrs Weasley in the room. Everyone else had left. Damien decided that he was going to ignore what everyone else said and just tell his dad everything.

"Dad"

James looked around at him but didn't reply.

Before Damien could say anything though, the words that Ginny had said only a few minutes ago came back to him.

'Harry's lived his whole life as if he were in a cage. A very elaborate cage but it was a life of confinement nevertheless. Voldemort never let Harry live a proper life. If you really love him, Damy, you have to set him free. He won't be happy if you force him into doing anything. Let him go. It's what he wants. For once Harry should be able to do what he wants'

Damien's new found strength crumbled as he remembered her words. He knew that Ginny had as much of a reason to want Harry to stay as he did. But if she could let him go, Damien would have to try as well.

"Damy?" Lily asked as they were all waiting to see what Damien wanted to say.

Damien just shook his head to gesture that he didn't have anything to say.

James went into the Fireplace to go home first. Then Damien would go and then Lily.

Just as the fireplace turned green and James vanished, Damien moved towards the fireplace. He passed the window and looked outside on instinct. He stopped just for a moment.

Harry was still outside. He watched Harry move out from the shadows, only slightly so that Damien could see him. Damien willed himself not to go running outside. Damien discreetly nodded his head towards Harry, eyes brimming with tears again. Harry raised his hand very slowly gesturing goodbye to him. Damien raised his hand as well and then ran it through his hair, to disguise his reluctant goodbye.

Damien was forced to move, as he couldn't just stand next to the window. He saw Harry move away as he started to walk towards the fireplace. Harry disappeared into the shadows again just as Damien tore his eyes away from him. With his head bent low, Damien rushed into the fireplace. He could barely manage to speak due to the lump at the back of his throat. He caught a glance of his mum. She was looking at him with a worried expression. She knew there was something bothering him besides James behaviour towards him. Lily decided she would talk with him later and see what was going on.

Damien arrived at Godric's Hollow and rushed to his room, locking the door behind him. He knew he would break down if anyone spoke to him tonight.

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Damien was back at the Burrow. It had now been two days since Harry had came to visit them. By now, Harry had probably left. James and Lily had to meet the Arthur and Molly and so had brought Damien along as well. Hermione had come over as soon as Damien had arrived. The four friends sat in Ron's room, not really knowing what to say.

At long last Hermione brought up the subject.

"Has anyone heard anything more from him?" at this everyone shook their heads.

"He must be long gone by now" Ron said hesitantly.

Damien didn't say anything.

"Where do you suppose he went?" Hermione asked.

Damien has spent the last two days wondering where Harry had gone. He had been so mad at Harry he hadn't even thought about asking where Harry was going. Not the Harry would have told him in any case.

"Don't know, but I bet you anything he went with Draco Malfoy" Ginny answered.

"What makes you say that?" Ron asked.

"Well, that day we saw them together. Malfoy had said that Harry should consider his 'offer' and Harry had replied that once he was finished he might consider it. I think that Malfoy was asking Harry to leave with him. I can bet you anything that's what that conversation was about" Ginny finished.

Damien wondered about this. It was a possibility. Harry was best friends with the blond Slytherin. He probably went with him. The thought made Damien's blood run cold. Harry trusted that obnoxious, arrogant stuck up idiot more than his own family. 'But he's known him a lot longer than his family. Why shouldn't he trust him and be closer to him.' a voice in his head told him. Damien shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on the conversation happening before him.

The four friends continued to discuss the possibilities of where Harry might be. None of them heard the commotion happening downstairs and only realised something was wrong when someone came bursting through Ron's door. Damien jumped along with the rest of them as the door smashed open and Fred and George stood before them, panting and breathing hard. They had obviously run the whole way upstairs.

"Fred? George? What are you guys doing here? When did you come over?" Ginny started to say but was cut off as the twins started babbling something. They were talking over each other and none of their words made any sense. They seemed to be excited over something.

"Whoa! Hold up. One at a time!" Ron shouted over the noise the twins were making.

"We just came from the shop! We had to come after the news! You guys have heard haven't you?" Fred asked with a curious look at the four teens.

"Heard what? What news are you going on about?" Hermione asked.

By the looks on the twin's faces, it must be big news.

"Blimey! Where have you been? It's been all over the news for the last two hours! They've caught him. The Ministry finally captured him!" Fred continued.

"Captured who?" Ginny asked, thinking the Ministry might have managed to catch Voldemort.

"The Dark Prince! Harry! They've caught Harry" George answered excitedly.

It was as if the air had vanished. Damien struggled to breathe as the words sunk in. Harry had been caught! He hadn't managed to get away in time. He was finally captured. Damien was vaguely aware of the shouts around him.

"WHAT! When? How did this happen?" Ron shouted.

"Don't know. We just heard the news ourselves. The entire Wizarding world is beside themselves with joy. They've been after him for what, seven months or so? Finally got him now. In less than two hours he's getting the Kiss" Fred told them.

That seemed to make Damien snap out of his shock. He tore out of the room, stumbling at the stairs but managing to keep upright. 'They can't do this! They can't give him the Kiss! They just can't. This can't be happening' he thought as he ran down the stairs. His legs felt weak but Damien willed himself not to collapse.

He reached the Wealsey's kitchen and saw, what could only be described as, pandemonium happening. Mr Weasley, Sirius and Remus all seemed to be shouting different things to each other. He saw an Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt, trying to answer all the different questions. Mrs Weasley was standing next to Lily who seemed to be watching the whole scene unfold before her with a strange look on her face. Damien spotted his dad looking paler than he had ever seen him. He only caught a glimpse of him though as in the next second he tore from the kitchen to go to the Ministry. Sirius, Remus, Arthur and Kingsley ran outside to join James. They left the small kitchen and ran to the apparating spot. Mrs Weasley was trying to figure out what she should say to Lily, who Damien noticed wasn't crying or in a hysterical mess. This scared Damien more than seeing her having a breakdown.

Lily was still standing next to the door, staring at the spot James had been only seconds before. Her eyes had glazed over. She was in shock! Damien wished he had the energy to go over and comfort her, but Damien was the one who needed comforting right now. He felt the presence of his friends behind him. No one said anything to him though. Damien stood watching the scene unfold before him.

"It's over now, isn't it? They'll rest easy now. After they've destroyed by baby, everyone will rest easy" Lily said in an oddly calm voice.

Molly looked at Lily with fear and sympathy. She hugged her friend but Lily brushed her off.

"No, don't comfort me. No one can comfort me now"

"Lily, honey, it's not over. Dumbledore is there at the Ministry. You know he won't let them hurt Harry. He'll figure a way out of this mess" Molly tried to reassure the distressed mother.

Lily turned around so her green eyes were focused on Molly.

"He's not God. Dumbledore can't save everyone. Especially not Harry. The Ministry have wanted to destroy him ever since he first came back to us. They won't stop now. I'll never see him again. They won't even let me see him one last time!" with that Lily broke down and collapsed to the ground, with Molly hugging her and crying along with her. Molly was a mother as well and could only pray that she never had to go through what Lily was going through right now.

Damien collapsed next to the door as well and felt Hermione hugging him, hot tears falling on his neck. His mum was right. Now that the Ministry had Harry, they weren't going to let him go. Harry was getting the Kiss in less than two hours. Damien felt his eyes burn with tears as he dissolved into sobs. His frazzled mind tried to think of what he could do to help his brother, but Damien knew that there was nothing anyone could do now to help Harry. Harry's fate was sealed.

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(Three Hours earlier)

Harry let out a sigh as he paid the last of his money to the receptionist. He had made sure he had enough to last him a while, but ever since John and Fiona had left for the USA, Harry found he didn't have the energy to go earning more money in the fight clubs.

Harry did regret that he didn't get a chance to sat goodbye to John and Fiona. He had gone to see them one night and saw that their trailer was taken over by someone else. The elderly man handed Harry a letter that was addressed to 'Alex'. John had left it for him, explaining that he and his family were moving to the USA due to a contract he had received which was too good to turn down. In the letter John had said that they hated leaving like this, but since Alex hadn't left any contact details they were forced to leave without saying a proper goodbye.

Harry was upset but glad as well. He was glad they had left this place and were now safely in hiding. Harry had never thought he would develop such a strong protectiveness over the former Longbottoms. He was undoubtedly protective of little Nigel. Harry knew that he was the reason he had disobeyed Voldemort for the first time. Harry didn't know what he would do if anything happened to Nigel. It was better this way. They would be happy living their lives away from Voldemort.

Harry stuck his hands into his pocket and made his way out into the sunny afternoon. He was due to meet Draco in just under one hour. Harry wandered down the road looking for the best spot to apparate. He was lost in his thoughts, thoughts about Damien, about Ginny and his parents. Harry would have liked to see his parents, just even one last time. But Harry knew that if he risked the chance to see them, he might get caught or get his parents into trouble. The last thing Harry wanted was to get his parents or Damien thrown into Azkaban for helping him.

Harry was so consumed in his thoughts that he never heard the footsteps following him. As Harry turned the corner to disappear into a dark alley, Harry felt something strike him at the back of his head. Harry threw his hands to his head and collapsed onto his knees. His vision blurred and he almost blacked out. Whatever it was that had struck him had nearly cracked his skull open!

Harry felt someone grab at his arm, Harry had his wand in his hand, ready to use when he felt a pull just under his navel. As he was pulled into the whirlwind of the portkey, Harry blacked out.

Harry was brought out of his unconsciousness by someone hissing 'enervate'. Groggily Harry opened his eyes. He moaned as his head throbbed with pain. He tried to reach out and hold his head but found that he couldn't move his arms. Harry forced his eyes open and saw that he was in a dark room. His hands were around his back and were obviously tied up. Harry felt the panic set in. He had been captured! His initial thought was that it was Death Eaters who had captured him. But he dismissed that when he realised that his scar was not erupting with pain. He turned his head slowly, as not to make his headache worse. He peered into the darkness, trying to figure out where he was.

"What's the matter? Don't you recognise this place?" a voice rang out, making Harry wince at the sound.

Harry tried to sit up, but found that he could hardly move, he had ropes binding, not only his hands, but his entire body.

Suddenly a figure stepped out in front of him. His wand lit up and seemed to travel to the corners of the room making the room light up. Harry had to look twice at the figure standing before him. From all the people he had been expecting, this was not someone he could have ever imagined.

"N-Neville?" Harry asked, as to be sure that it really was the chosen one looming over him.

Neville let a twisted smile spread over his face. He had changed so much since Harry had last seen him. It had been seven months but still, this Neville was completely different. Gone were the soft look in his eyes and the gentle note in his voice. He looked physically different as well. He seemed to have lost some weight, even though he was never fat to begin with. His chest was broader and he seemed a lot leaner. He seemed to be more confident as well. As he stood over Harry, his wand gripped tightly in his hand. Eyes full of cold fury.

Harry tried once again to free himself.

"Neville! You have to listen to me…" Harry stared to say but was cut off as Neville hit Harry with a 'silencio' spell.

"No, Harry, today, you listen. I want to show you where you are"

As he said this, Neville flicked his wand and Harry's bound form levitated so that he was standing upright, his feet were not touching the ground though.

Harry let out an inaudible gasp as the room came into better focus. Harry was standing in the ruined remains of the Longbottom's home. His emerald eyes scanned the room. It was the living room, the same room that Harry had been in almost three years ago now. Harry looked at Neville and felt terror grip at him. Neville was staring at Harry with an almost hungry look. Harry understood the look perfectly. It was hunger for revenge. Neville had purposely brought Harry here so that he could avenge his parent's death.

"This used to be my home. It was where I grew up. I had a perfect life before you came and decided to rip my family apart. You murdered my parents, right here, in their own home. Do you know what it must have felt like to be tortured and killed in you own home? In your sanctuary?"

Neville said this with the coldest tone Harry had ever heard. He wished he could free himself. He could explain everything to Neville. Not that he would believe him though. Harry couldn't even take Neville to see his parents since they weren't even in the country anymore.

Harry struggled against his bonds, if he could manage to free his hands, he could blast Neville away and make his escape. Harry knew that even with his wand available, he could never hurt Neville. He couldn't do that to John and Fiona. If Harry duelled with Neville he would end up killing him. Harry couldn't live with that.

"You probably never even thought twice about what you did!" Neville shouted as he waved his wand, making Harry slam hard against the wall. Harry fell to the ground in a heap.

Neville seemed a little surprised by his own actions. He didn't mean to hurt Harry while he was bound. That's not something Neville would do. He closed his eyes and forced his breathing out a little slower. He walked over to Harry and stood over him.

"Don't worry. I'm not a pathetic coward like you! I don't have to disarm someone before attacking them." With that said Neville waved his wand again and whispered' finite incantanteum'

Harry felt the ropes vanish and the 'silencio' spell was also lifted. Harry tried not to moan at the pain shooting through him. His back had hit the wall pretty hard. He saw a familiar wand being thrown before him. His wand.

Harry looked up at Neville. He picked up his wand and got to his feet.

"I'm not going to fight you, Neville" Harry said in a strained voice.

Harry wanted nothing more than to leave right now. He wouldn't be responsible for Neville's death.

Neville's eyes lit up with anger at Harry's words. He aimed his wand at Harry and hissed at him.

"Yes you will! I have spent the last three years waiting for a chance to avenge my parents! I've spent the last seven months, tracking you down. Now that I've found you, you won't walk away from me"

"You can't fight me, Neville. Trained Aurors couldn't take me down. How are you going to manage it" Harry hoped he could scare Neville into walking away.

However Neville just smiled, an almost sad smile.

"I know what my chances are at survival. No one has ever survived a duel with you. But I would rather die in battle, avenging my parents than to sit back and watch you kill everyone around me!"

Harry never got a chance to deny that accusation. Neville had sent a 'Reducto' curse at him, which Harry only just managed to block. The force behind Neville's curses was stronger than Harry would have imagined. The Duelling club at Hogwarts had definitely helped him in focusing his magical energy.

Harry dodged another three curses and managed to throw himself out of the room. He got up and tried to blast the door open but it wouldn't budge. Harry figured that Neville had locked it in such a way that only he could open it. Harry didn't have the time to figure out the lock and open it. He blocked another curse as Neville came into the hallway to join him.

Harry was finding it very difficult not to attack Neville. It was an instinct for Harry to defend himself. It was something he had grown up learning to do. He had to physically stop himself from sending curses towards the enraged boy.

Harry tried to block the forceful curses but they kept on raining down on him. Harry gasped in surprise as he saw Neville take out two wands. He was taking pointers from Harry. Harry was the only one who had ever used two wands in a Duel.

Harry felt a stinging curse make it through his shield and hit him in the side. He gasped at the pain and lost the hold on his temper. He fired a stinging curse without really thinking. It was the first curse Harry had used against Neville.

Neville was hit in the shoulder. He stumbled back and grabbed at his shoulder. Harry's eyes widened with shock. He had to get out of here before he lost the battle within him and it resulted in the boy's death.

Neville however had a triumphant look in his eyes. He smiled as he pulled his hand away and saw the crimson liquid seep down his robes.

"Now that's more like it" he whispered with a strange look on his face.

Harry tore up the unsteady stairs and tried to get away from the suicidal boy. He ran straight to the top floor and ran into one of the rooms. He tried to wrench open the windows so that he could jump out. The windows wouldn't budge. Harry threw two 'reducto' curses at it hoping to smash the windows. It still didn't work.

"It won't work, Harry. I've placed all sorts of charms on this house. The doors and windows are now unbreakable. You can't leave" Neville said.

Harry turned around to face him, panic gripping at him.

"Neville, look, I know how you're feeling right now. But you don't even know the whole truth! I didn't kill your parents…"

Harry never got a chance to finish as Neville blasted him from the room. Harry slammed against the window and landed on the floor as a heap.

"How dare you! I thought you had more balls that that! At least admit what you did you bastard!" Neville sent another curse at Harry but Harry rolled out of the way.

This was the last straw for Harry. He couldn't control his anger anymore. He stood up and threw another stinging curse at Neville. This time though, Neville blocked it and sent one at Harry.

Harry side stepped it and threw a body binding curse at him, hoping to stun the stupid boy so that he could leave. However, Neville was prepared and blocked the curse again.

Harry didn't really know how it happened but somehow they managed to reach the roof of the house. It was a flat open air roof which, like the rest of the house, was deteriorating. Harry fought off the many curses thrown his way and tried many times to stun Neville. But Neville kept on blocking the curses, making Harry lose patience. He could easily finish Neville off in two minutes, but his mind kept yelling at him not to kill him.

"Come on, Harry! You're the legendary Dark Prince! You can do more that 'Stupefy'. Duel with me!" Neville shouted as he sent another curse at him.

Harry wished he could throw down his wand and just knock Neville out with a good punch. He was really starting to lose his patience. Apparently so was Neville as he suddenly lunged at him and both boys went tumbling over the edge of the roof. Harry had dropped his wand in the surprise of being jumped at like that.

Harry managed to hold onto the side of the roof. He had a good grip on Neville as well and somehow, through instinct held onto him as well. Harry felt the sharp stone cut into his hand as he struggled against his own weight and Neville's.

Neville looked surprised that Harry was still holding onto him. Harry could feel the warm blood run down his arm as the sharp stone of the wall cut his hand open. Harry knew it was only seconds before both of them fell to the ground below.

He summoned the last bit of his energy and pulled on Neville so that he could lift him up. Neville struggled to get to safety as well. Soon both, Harry and Neville had managed to pull themselves over the side of the roof. Both boys collapsed onto the roof and lay there gasping and panting for air.

Neville had dropped his wand as well, but he didn't move to reach for it. He was still in shock that Harry had saved his life. Harry felt the unsteady roof tremble under him. The house had been through a lot in the last hour or so as the stray curses had hit the roof numerous times. Harry saw the cracks appear where they sat and only had a moment to react. He saw the cracks appear where Neville was sitting. Without thinking, Harry raised his hand and blasted Neville away from danger. Neville was taken by surprise and flew to the other side of the roof. Harry didn't have a chance to save himself though. The roof gave way, and Harry went crashing to the ground. He couldn't do anything to save himself. He didn't have his wand with him so he couldn't even conjure his shield to help save him.

Harry smashed to the ground and was buried under the heavy rubble of the roof. Neville scrambled to the huge hole in the roof and looked around for any sign of the emerald eyed boy. He couldn't see him anywhere.

Slowly and very painfully, Harry managed to pull himself out of the rubble. He crawled out and cried out in agony. Both his legs had broken in the fall. He could feel that his arm and wrist were broken as well. He gasped and struggled to breathe, indicating that a good few ribs had broken as well. He managed to pull himself free form the debris and just lay on the ground. He knew that he was not going to leave the ruined Longbottom's house now. He couldn't even crawl away from here. He lay there, blood trickling out from the cut on his head.

Just then Harry heard commotion downstairs and knew that someone had blasted the door open. He heard many footsteps rushing up the stairs. He tried to get up but there was no way he could move without causing himself pain. Harry saw a group of robed men appear in front of him. His breath hitched in his chest as he saw the eight men point their wands at him. The man at the forefront came closer and smirked at him.

"Well, well, what do we have here? It seems Christmas has come early, eh boys?"

Blake reached down and grabbed Harry by the hair and twisted his face up so that he could look at him properly. Harry winced but didn't let any sound escape him. Blake smiled at him again, showing him every one of his teeth.

He let go of Harry and flipped him so the he was on his stomach. He viciously twisted his arms behind him and started binding them. The screams ripped out of Harry as his broken arm and wrist were forced behind him. He couldn't do anything to stop Blake or protect himself.

"Come now, Potter! We have a few Dementors that are ever so desperate to meet you" Blake laughed as he pulled Harry up.

Harry couldn't stand due to his broken legs and was forced to throw his weight onto Blake.

Neville had just managed to stumble through the door as Harry was being dragged out. The Aurors looked at Neville and a few rushed to hep him. They saw the blood on his robes, coming from his shoulder and the huge bruise on his head, where he had hit the ground, once Harry had blasted him out of the way. Neville was looking at Harry and was not able to look away from the injured boy.

"Come with us Mr Longbottom" one of the Aurors said as they helped Neville out.

Neville let them lead him out as Harry was portkeyed with Blake to the Ministry.

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Harry woke up in a dark cell. His hands were still tied behind his back. He tried to move but found that there were chains attached to his handcuffs that led down to his shackled feet, forcing his legs to bend at the knees. Harry hissed in pain as his broken limbs throbbed in agony.

He lifted his head a little and tried to look around him. He was alone in his cell. He couldn't make out anything in the dark. He lay his head back down and tried to take a few deep breaths. Blake had just dumped him in here. He knew perfectly well that Harry was injured but he kicked him in the ribs before telling him that he was going to be getting the Kiss soon and that there was no point in healing him.

Harry coughed painfully, bringing up more blood. He spat it out and tried to get his pain filled mind to focus. He was really in trouble now. There was nothing he could do to save himself. He couldn't even walk! Never mind try and escape form this place.

He resigned himself to his fate, he knew that one day he would get caught and the Kiss would be administrated. Harry tried once again to move, to get into a more comfortable position, but he was forced to stop again as his movements caused nothing but agonising pain. Harry saw the cell door open and Blake entered, wearing another grin that spread ear to ear. Harry cursed as he was yanked up onto his knees by his hair again.

"I have a score to settle with you, Potter" Blake said quietly as he gripped Harry around the neck.

Harry struggled but couldn't free himself. He couldn't breathe as Blake tightened his grip on his neck. His vision started to grey around the edges and he struggled against the grip on him. Harry felt a curse hit him but didn't get a chance to react as he was plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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James, Sirius, Arthur and Kingsley arrived outside the Ministry and rushed to get inside. James threw himself into the phone box and dialled the code to get access. Once prompted he shouted out his name, along with the others.

"I'm sorry. You don't have clearance to access. Please come back later" the voice echoed around the box.

James stood, confused. What did that mean?

Arthur suggested they all entered the Ministry individually. Arthur and Kingsley were admitted instantly. However, Sirius and James were not permitted to enter. They tried using their emergency portkey but that didn't work either.

"What the hell is going on!" shouted James as he threw his portkey down in rage.

'I need to get inside and help Harry. Merlin knows what Harry was going through right now' James thought in desperation.

James and Sirius tried again and again but failed to get entry. Arthur arrived back outside the phone box a grim look on his face.

"James, Sirius. You both can't get in. You've been banned from the entering the Ministry building."

James looked on the verge of a breakdown. He grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and yelled at him.

"Why the fuck have we been banned?" he yelled at the red haired man.

"You both can't enter the Ministry until Harry gets the Kiss. The Minister has banned you from the premises since he's afraid you might help Harry escape" Arthur told his friend sadly.

James and Sirius were speechless at this revelation. They wouldn't be able to help Harry. They couldn't even see him one last time. Both men charged towards the phone box. They were getting inside the building, one way or another.

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Harry woke up again, feeling his head throb painfully. He knew something was different the minute he opened his eyes. Instead of the cold hard floor, he was lying on a soft comfortable mattress. He was inside a pleasantly warm room instead of the cold damp cell.

Harry lifted his head and found he was tucked away comfortably in a huge four poster bed. Confused at the turn of events, Harry lifted himself to sit up in bed. He was surprised when his arms and legs didn't object. The chains were gone and it seemed his broken limbs were all healed. His head still throbbed and he had to blink a few times to get rid of the black spots clouding his vision.

"Good, you're up" a gruff voice sounded, making Harry jump. He didn't know there was someone else in the room as well.

Harry stared at the man sitting a few feet away from him.

"Moody" Harry whispered.

"Glad you're memory still intact, boy. Was afraid that you had everything knocked out of you" Moody grumbled and stood up, making his way towards Harry.

Harry flinched away a little. The last time he had seen Moody he had hexed him so badly, Moody was left in a comatose state for weeks. Harry wondered if Moody had helped him, just so that he could hurt him again.

Moody reached into his robes and pulled out a small bottle.

"Drink" he commanded.

Harry stared at the bottle and looked indignantly at him.

"Yeah, right" Harry hissed at him.

"Don't make me force it down your throat, boy. You need all the energy you can muster" Moody hissed back at him.

Harry didn't make any move to take the bottle from him. For all he knew it could be poison.

Moody sighed and threw the bottle onto the bed.

"When the effects of the last dose wear off, you'll want it yourself" he said and stalked off towards his chair.

"Where am I?" Harry asked, ignoring the bottle.

"You're still in the Ministry. You're currently in my living quarters" Moody answered without looking at him.

"Why?" Harry asked, unable to stop himself.

"Would you rather still be with Blake? I can arrange that if you like" Moody yelled at him.

Harry opened his mouth to yell back at him, but then changed his mind. He sat back in the bed and looked around him. He was hurting all over. He wanted to sleep again, but knew he would never sleep with Moody in the room.

"Why am I here?" Harry asked again.

Moody looked up at Harry, a strange emotion flickered on his face.

"You were handed over to the care of Blake. Obviously that was a mistake. I walked in on him while he was in the cell with you. I saw what he was doing to you. No one is allowed to cast an unauthorised Cruicatus. Now you're handed over to my care. I couldn't leave you in that cell in the state you were in, so I brought you here" Moody seemed to be struggling with the answer.

"You brought me here? You healed me?" Harry asked, shocked at what he was hearing.

"Well, yeah" Moody answered, now definitely looking uneasy.

"But you hate me. Why would you help me? I thought you would be the one to…" Harry faltered not able to finish his words.

"To what? Be the one to hurt you?" Moody finished for him.

"Wouldn't be the first time would it?" Harry said.

Moody got up and walked over to Harry. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking away from Harry.

"What is it you know about me?" he asked quietly.

Harry was thrown by the tone he was using. He didn't think Moody could talk that gently.

"I don't know anything about you" Harry answered honestly.

"I became an Auror at the age of nineteen. I didn't get married or have a family of my own, for fear that they would be attacked. I had seen so much that I figured it wouldn't be fair for me to endanger someone else's life just because they were my family."

Harry wondered why Moody was telling him all of this. He listened quietly anyway.

"Alice…Alice was like my daughter. She was very close to me. I even gave her away at her wedding. She was a good person and her death broke me. I felt that my family had been taken away when Frank and Alice were killed."

Harry felt himself break into a cold sweat. He wasn't expecting Alice or Frank to be mentioned. He forced his face into an expressionless mask. Moody turned around to look at him.

"The reason I was…rough with you was because I couldn't get over what you…you had done to my daughter. I couldn't look past that"

Harry felt dread creep inside him.

"Why are you being nice to me now then?" Harry asked in a strained voice.

Moody looked at him, his magical eye and his normal eye focused intently on him.

"Why don't you tell me, Harry?"

Harry felt his heart shoot right into his mouth. Forcing the words to come out, Harry tried to fight the panic inside him.

"I don't know" he whispered back.

Moody didn't say anything but picked up the bottle and handed it to him.

"It's only pain relief, you're going to need it" he said and got up from the bed.

Harry took the bottle but didn't drink it. His heart continued to hammer at his insides. Moody couldn't have found out about the truth. He couldn't know what really happened with Frank and Alice, could he? No, no it was impossible. No one knew about that except for Harry.

Harry thought that since he was going to get the Kiss soon for all his crimes, Moody had decided to be nice to him. Since Harry was going to be punished anyway. Harry examined the potion in his hand. As he lifted it up he noticed the red fiery band around his wrist.

Harry smiled despite himself, another Bartra bracelet. 'Something's really don't change' Harry thought as he downed the potion in one gulp and settled back to let the potion work on him.

After a few minutes Harry spoke again.

"Moody, why am I still here. I mean I thought I would get the Kiss by now. What's going on?" Harry asked warily. It wasn't as if Harry was eager for the Kiss or anything like that. He just couldn't stand the waiting anymore.

Moody looked at him for a moment before answering.

"The order for the Kiss is cancelled"

Harry shot up in his bed.

"What! How, I mean how is that possible?" he asked with his stomach twisting in knots.

"Anything's possible when Albus Dumbledore is involved. He's managed to convince the Minister and the other members of the Wizengamot to give you a chance to have your say"

Harry felt his mouth go dry.

"Have my say? What does he expect me to say?" Harry asked, thinking how he could possibly explain all of his crimes.

Moody smiled again as he faced the worried teen.

"He doesn't expect you to say anything. He'll be doing all the talking. In less than one hour, Harry, you'll be standing trial"

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Dun Dun Daa! I know, I know, pure evil to stop there but my hand was starting to hurt with all the typing LOL! The next chappie will be out soon. Please Review!