Untitled by Sera
Disclaimer: All characters featured belong to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue me, I'm only trying to get along writing a story.
Harry slowly regained consciousness, opening his eyes and looking around. His wrists were held by magical chains, binding him to the stone wall behind him. He wondered how long he'd been here, and groaned softly as he realised what had happened.
He'd been talking - well, arguing - well, okay, having a shouting match - with Draco Malfoy. Draco had pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry, and shouted a spell that sounded like nothing Harry had ever heard before. The world had started spinning; Harry had woken to find himself in this dungeon.
"What did you do, Malfoy?" he hissed at the figure next to him. "This is all your fault!" Draco opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a high, cold voice speaking from the shadows.
"He has done my bidding and has served me well. I have yet to decide his reward." A tall figure, clothed in black robes that hung around its frame like wings, stepped out from the shadows. "How shall I pay my follower?" It stretched out a bony hand and stroked Draco's hair. Draco shuddered at the touch, but forced himself to look the figure in the eye and speak to it. His voice was shaking. "You said that if I brought Harry Potter to you, you would spare my father."
"So I did," laughed the specter. "But when will you learn, boy, that I never keep my word if I can help it?" It laughed eerily. "Bring in the boy's father,"
A short, balding wizard (whom Harry recognised as Peter Pettigrew) scuttled in, dragging a man on the end of a chain - Lucius Malfoy. His robes were torn and dirty, as if he had been dragged through thorns on his way here. Harry turned his head; he didn't want to see the look on Draco's face when his father was killed, Harry knew all too well that no mercy would be shown; that Lucius Malfoy would die, and Draco would be left without a father.
Draco, shackled to the wall beside Harry, stared in horror as the skeletal figure raised its wand and uttered the curse words. A flash of green light dazzled him, forced his pupils to contract violently, painfully, but this didn't prevent him from seeing his father crumple to the floor, to lie still and unmistakably dead.
"Nooooooo!" Draco howled with fury and threw himself forward, only to be stopped by the chains around his wrists. The specter swiveled slowly, menacingly. Draco continued to scream at it, "You bastard! You killed him! You killed my father and he did nothing to you, he wasn't a threat! And you killed him anyway!"
The phantom cut him off in a voice every bit at chilling as its appearance. "Cease your wailing, boy, or I'll do the same to you."
Draco ranted on, heedless. "God, I hate you! You hear? I HATE YOU!! I can't believe I ever wanted to be on your side! You're twisted, you're sick, you're just EVIL!!" Here he stopped, more for lack of breath than for nothing more to say.
"You're afraid for what might happen to you," retorted the figure. "That's understandable. Your kind live in perpetual fear of my name alone, let alone the real thing."
"I'm not afraid! I'm not scared of you! Listen: VOLDEMORT! (Author's note: Who did you think it was? The tooth fairy?) I can say your name! VOLDEMORT! And you're pathetic! You can't even make me shut up…"
Voldemort twirled his wand, once, and instantly Draco's lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Realizing this, he stopped talking. "You bring my patience to an end, boy," the dark wizard snarled. "I think it's time you learned a valuable lesson," He raised his wand, pointing it at Draco. "Crucio."
Harry turned away, unable to watch the torture, even if it was his archenemy. No one deserved that kind of punishment. Draco screamed silently, writhing in agony. When Voldemort lifted his wand, he slumped against the stone, gasping. Another flick of the wand and his power of speech was restored. The cruel, hissing voice echoed around the dungeon. "Before we were sidetracked, I had wanted to ask you two something. Where is Dumbledore hiding? I will give you time to decide whether you will volunteer the information freely, or whether some persuasion will be needed to loosen your tongues," He swept out of the dungeon, Wormtail following him and unceremoniously dragging the corpse of Lucius Malfoy.
Draco straightened and glanced sideways at Harry. "What's the deal with Dumbledore?"
Harry sighed heavily and answered without looking up. "Dumbledore placed some kind of protection spell on me that can only be removed if he chooses to, or if he is killed."
"So… Voldemort wants Dumbledore so that he can then kill you?"
"You're a genius," growled Harry, wondering if Draco Malfoy had a spot of decency in him, enough not to snitch on where Dumbledore was concealed.
Draco ignored the sarcasm. "I'm not going to tell him where Dumbledore is. But that's not because I have a spot of decency in me, don't get me wrong, Potter. That faggot murdered my father, and I'm just doing this to spite him. Clear? I'm not on your side," Draco snapped.
Harry was about to reply, "Crystal," when a thought struck him. "If you're not on my side, and you're not in his, then whose side are you on?"
"Mine, I guess…"
Harry voiced his concerns. "We're clear, though. No one tells him where Dumbledore is…" At that moment, Voldemort came striding back into the chamber. "Will you tell me where he is cowering away from my might, or not?" he sneered.
The only answer he received was silence. "I'd expected as much. Futile loyalty from Dumbledore's brats," he announced. "I have, however, a new guest who might persuade you not to be so stubborn." He gestured with one arm. On the floor behind him, bound and gagged, lay Narcissa Malfoy.
To be continued…
A/N: I didn't want my first fic to be one of those that come in half a million parts, but I ran out of ideas as to what might happen at this point, or I would have finished the story. R/R, I won't continue this unless I receive at least one good review asking me NICELY to carry on.
Disclaimer: All characters featured belong to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue me, I'm only trying to get along writing a story.
Harry slowly regained consciousness, opening his eyes and looking around. His wrists were held by magical chains, binding him to the stone wall behind him. He wondered how long he'd been here, and groaned softly as he realised what had happened.
He'd been talking - well, arguing - well, okay, having a shouting match - with Draco Malfoy. Draco had pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry, and shouted a spell that sounded like nothing Harry had ever heard before. The world had started spinning; Harry had woken to find himself in this dungeon.
"What did you do, Malfoy?" he hissed at the figure next to him. "This is all your fault!" Draco opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a high, cold voice speaking from the shadows.
"He has done my bidding and has served me well. I have yet to decide his reward." A tall figure, clothed in black robes that hung around its frame like wings, stepped out from the shadows. "How shall I pay my follower?" It stretched out a bony hand and stroked Draco's hair. Draco shuddered at the touch, but forced himself to look the figure in the eye and speak to it. His voice was shaking. "You said that if I brought Harry Potter to you, you would spare my father."
"So I did," laughed the specter. "But when will you learn, boy, that I never keep my word if I can help it?" It laughed eerily. "Bring in the boy's father,"
A short, balding wizard (whom Harry recognised as Peter Pettigrew) scuttled in, dragging a man on the end of a chain - Lucius Malfoy. His robes were torn and dirty, as if he had been dragged through thorns on his way here. Harry turned his head; he didn't want to see the look on Draco's face when his father was killed, Harry knew all too well that no mercy would be shown; that Lucius Malfoy would die, and Draco would be left without a father.
Draco, shackled to the wall beside Harry, stared in horror as the skeletal figure raised its wand and uttered the curse words. A flash of green light dazzled him, forced his pupils to contract violently, painfully, but this didn't prevent him from seeing his father crumple to the floor, to lie still and unmistakably dead.
"Nooooooo!" Draco howled with fury and threw himself forward, only to be stopped by the chains around his wrists. The specter swiveled slowly, menacingly. Draco continued to scream at it, "You bastard! You killed him! You killed my father and he did nothing to you, he wasn't a threat! And you killed him anyway!"
The phantom cut him off in a voice every bit at chilling as its appearance. "Cease your wailing, boy, or I'll do the same to you."
Draco ranted on, heedless. "God, I hate you! You hear? I HATE YOU!! I can't believe I ever wanted to be on your side! You're twisted, you're sick, you're just EVIL!!" Here he stopped, more for lack of breath than for nothing more to say.
"You're afraid for what might happen to you," retorted the figure. "That's understandable. Your kind live in perpetual fear of my name alone, let alone the real thing."
"I'm not afraid! I'm not scared of you! Listen: VOLDEMORT! (Author's note: Who did you think it was? The tooth fairy?) I can say your name! VOLDEMORT! And you're pathetic! You can't even make me shut up…"
Voldemort twirled his wand, once, and instantly Draco's lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Realizing this, he stopped talking. "You bring my patience to an end, boy," the dark wizard snarled. "I think it's time you learned a valuable lesson," He raised his wand, pointing it at Draco. "Crucio."
Harry turned away, unable to watch the torture, even if it was his archenemy. No one deserved that kind of punishment. Draco screamed silently, writhing in agony. When Voldemort lifted his wand, he slumped against the stone, gasping. Another flick of the wand and his power of speech was restored. The cruel, hissing voice echoed around the dungeon. "Before we were sidetracked, I had wanted to ask you two something. Where is Dumbledore hiding? I will give you time to decide whether you will volunteer the information freely, or whether some persuasion will be needed to loosen your tongues," He swept out of the dungeon, Wormtail following him and unceremoniously dragging the corpse of Lucius Malfoy.
Draco straightened and glanced sideways at Harry. "What's the deal with Dumbledore?"
Harry sighed heavily and answered without looking up. "Dumbledore placed some kind of protection spell on me that can only be removed if he chooses to, or if he is killed."
"So… Voldemort wants Dumbledore so that he can then kill you?"
"You're a genius," growled Harry, wondering if Draco Malfoy had a spot of decency in him, enough not to snitch on where Dumbledore was concealed.
Draco ignored the sarcasm. "I'm not going to tell him where Dumbledore is. But that's not because I have a spot of decency in me, don't get me wrong, Potter. That faggot murdered my father, and I'm just doing this to spite him. Clear? I'm not on your side," Draco snapped.
Harry was about to reply, "Crystal," when a thought struck him. "If you're not on my side, and you're not in his, then whose side are you on?"
"Mine, I guess…"
Harry voiced his concerns. "We're clear, though. No one tells him where Dumbledore is…" At that moment, Voldemort came striding back into the chamber. "Will you tell me where he is cowering away from my might, or not?" he sneered.
The only answer he received was silence. "I'd expected as much. Futile loyalty from Dumbledore's brats," he announced. "I have, however, a new guest who might persuade you not to be so stubborn." He gestured with one arm. On the floor behind him, bound and gagged, lay Narcissa Malfoy.
To be continued…
A/N: I didn't want my first fic to be one of those that come in half a million parts, but I ran out of ideas as to what might happen at this point, or I would have finished the story. R/R, I won't continue this unless I receive at least one good review asking me NICELY to carry on.