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Chapter Four
Dumbledore sat infront of the large, book littered table.Books of all kinds were placed ahead of him, waiting to be opened.Books of Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rawana Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and other wize, resourseful wizards.
He wished that he could have some help around, but this library was allowed to be open by only the head of the, Order of the Phoenix.He knew that by now Sirius would have picked his hair off his own scull, and Remus would probably be there trying to get him to calm down, but it would only work for a few moments.
What is he thinking, he has to get to work immidiatly, but then again, what if he didn't find the right spell?What would happen to, Harry?...NO, he shouldn't think like this now, they will get him, they had to get him.
Dumbledore plopped open another book, he could really use Miss Granger at the moment, he mused, then wondered what it must be like for Ron and Hermoine.
Ron sat on the cushion staring into the blazing fire.His parents were here a few hours ago, they told him and Hermione about the Order of the Phoenix, and about what they are doing to find, Harry.
Sometimes his mind would start thinking of the horrid things that the Death Eaters would be doing to his best friend, and he assumed so would Hermione, 'cause every now and then she would start crying. She cried so much that she got too tired to stay awake and finally, fell asleep on the couch, her face still tear stained.He brought a blanket, and covered her because it was still cold, eventhough there was a fire crackling in the common room.
Everybody at Hogwarts now knew about, Harry.Ron didn't know how they could have gotten the information, but his most likely guess was from, Malfoy.He felt a sick swoop of anger as he thought of him.Malfoy would probably be boasting about it at the moment.
He shook his head, and sighed.Things have gone to the worst alright, and there was nothing he could do but hope for the best...
"Sirius, please stop pacing.It won't do you any good,"said Remus as he watched Sirius walk back and forth infront of him.As a matter of fact he was making him aggitated.
Sirius was too tired to reply, and did as his friend told him to.He took his seat next to him friend.Then he started to press his palms back and forth on his thighs, he couldn't seem to be able to stop .He has to do something orelse he would burst right open.
"How are we going to get Harry out if Dumbledore found a way to get past the wards?"asked Sirius quietly.That had been the second question on his mind the whole night.
Remus was startled that Sirius finally spoke, he's been trying to get him to for the past four hours or so."I don't know how, i'm sure that Dumbledore will have a pla..."but he was cut short by Sirius again.
"What if he couldn't find the right spell to get past the wards?"Sirius asked a note of panic in his voice.His eyes were open wide, and he kept swallowing as if his throat was dry.
"I'm sure he will find a way,"said Remus watching as Sirius stood up again, started pacing again.
"But what if he couldn't...what if..."said Sirius, but this time Remus stopped him from finishing his sentance.
"Sirius, stop it.You are going to drive your self mad if you keep doing this to yourself.Think of Harry right now, think of what he is induring..."said Remus.He was now standing up infront of Sirius.
"I am thinking of him..."said Sirius his voice rising a little, it was obvious that he was under a lot of stress.
"Then don't do this...keep your mind clear, damn it.He will need you when we get him back..."said Remus this time a tinge of impatience in his voice.
"If we get him back,"said Sirius in a low growl.
"When we get him back, Sirius"Remus corrected him.He kept his eyes on him, until finally sirius turned and took his seat again.This time he just sat down.Remus took his seat next to him, but doubted that Sirius would stay put too long...
The Death Eaters were kneeling around the chair, that the Dark Lord was sitting on.He said that he has some good news for them today.
"My dear Death Eaters, I am pleased to tell you that we have got the Dementors on our side atlast.It seems that Dumbledore couldn't give them all that they needed, well ofcourse he couldn't.Who is he to defy the Dark Lord?" with that introduction Voldemort gave a cruel cold laugh.
"Now tell me of the progress of our new prisoner...How is Potter?"he asked an ugly smile plastered on his snake like face.
One of the Death Eaters, Malfoy shoved another one forward infront of his master, it looked like Goyle. He slowly and shakily came to his mater and kissed the hem of his robes.
"My Lord, the boy is bleeding too fast.He won't make it to long..."He was cut short by a scream of "Crucio!"from his Master.He screamed and twitched in agony on the floor.
"You imbicile, haven't you got anything in that head of yours except air.Put a Bleeding Freeze charm on him,"yelled Voldemort in fury at his servent.His face turned into a real snake like look.
"Y-yes o-ofcourse my lord,"he muttered from the ground still panting.
"Go and do it now, on your way place five dementors outside his cell,"said Voldemort in a loud voice though he seemed a bit calmer now after he had yelled and torchered the man.
Goyle, picked himself up and walked towards the door as quickly as possible.
Harry slowly woke up, his arms felt like lead he tried shifting positions but only endded up yelping in pain because of the wounds on his arms. He looked at them, but all he could see in the semi-darkness was a red mess.At least they didnt tie his to the wall anymore, he thought.
There was a loud creeck as the cell-door opened.Through his blurry vission, Harry saw a large black mass coming towards him.He guessed it was a Death Eater.The man walked towards him and yanked him from his hair.Harrys whole body screamed in agony.Next thing he saw was a fist coming in his direction, then seering pain in his head...He saw a few stars, then heard a few words being spoken.
He prepared himself to feel pain, but instead he felt something cool corse his body almost as if there was some breeze coming through.
"You know, it's all your fault i got punished by the Master, you little runt," said this person spit coming out of his mouth. Then Harry saw a leg swinging, meeting him on his ribs...a small crack was heard and immidiatly his right lung felt on fire, as a reflex he brought his hands to his chest, that was a bad idea since it made his arms hurt more than they already did. After a few more kicks and punches, Harry crumbled, and fell unconcience.
Goyle turned and left satisfied at his work...he went to get the Dementors.
"Malfoy, did you use the potion i gave you?"asked Voldemort.He didn't really have to ask, but either way he did.
"Yes, my lord.It should start working in a couple of hours,"Malfoy replied, his blood pressure a little higher. He felt slightly sorry for the kid, this potion that he was ordered to give is supposed to make the boys whole body burn like hell, after it coursed through his blood veins, and also it doesn't allow the wounds to be healed by magic.Poor kid.
"Good, you may all leave now."as if he said the magical word each one of them immidiatly apperated away.They were scared of him and that's the way he liked it.Strangely, he felt content.He liked having everything under control.
All he hoped is that fool, Dumbledore, doesn't ruin it all.
Authers note:there! is the potion thingy answered.I hope so.again thank you for reviewing, it means a lot.i also hope that you like this chapter...if you do please review, that would mean so much to me.If not....Its your life...anyway see you next time.
I want to thank everyone who reviewed ... thank you very very much!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.JK Rowling does.
Chapter Four
Dumbledore sat infront of the large, book littered table.Books of all kinds were placed ahead of him, waiting to be opened.Books of Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rawana Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and other wize, resourseful wizards.
He wished that he could have some help around, but this library was allowed to be open by only the head of the, Order of the Phoenix.He knew that by now Sirius would have picked his hair off his own scull, and Remus would probably be there trying to get him to calm down, but it would only work for a few moments.
What is he thinking, he has to get to work immidiatly, but then again, what if he didn't find the right spell?What would happen to, Harry?...NO, he shouldn't think like this now, they will get him, they had to get him.
Dumbledore plopped open another book, he could really use Miss Granger at the moment, he mused, then wondered what it must be like for Ron and Hermoine.
Ron sat on the cushion staring into the blazing fire.His parents were here a few hours ago, they told him and Hermione about the Order of the Phoenix, and about what they are doing to find, Harry.
Sometimes his mind would start thinking of the horrid things that the Death Eaters would be doing to his best friend, and he assumed so would Hermione, 'cause every now and then she would start crying. She cried so much that she got too tired to stay awake and finally, fell asleep on the couch, her face still tear stained.He brought a blanket, and covered her because it was still cold, eventhough there was a fire crackling in the common room.
Everybody at Hogwarts now knew about, Harry.Ron didn't know how they could have gotten the information, but his most likely guess was from, Malfoy.He felt a sick swoop of anger as he thought of him.Malfoy would probably be boasting about it at the moment.
He shook his head, and sighed.Things have gone to the worst alright, and there was nothing he could do but hope for the best...
"Sirius, please stop pacing.It won't do you any good,"said Remus as he watched Sirius walk back and forth infront of him.As a matter of fact he was making him aggitated.
Sirius was too tired to reply, and did as his friend told him to.He took his seat next to him friend.Then he started to press his palms back and forth on his thighs, he couldn't seem to be able to stop .He has to do something orelse he would burst right open.
"How are we going to get Harry out if Dumbledore found a way to get past the wards?"asked Sirius quietly.That had been the second question on his mind the whole night.
Remus was startled that Sirius finally spoke, he's been trying to get him to for the past four hours or so."I don't know how, i'm sure that Dumbledore will have a pla..."but he was cut short by Sirius again.
"What if he couldn't find the right spell to get past the wards?"Sirius asked a note of panic in his voice.His eyes were open wide, and he kept swallowing as if his throat was dry.
"I'm sure he will find a way,"said Remus watching as Sirius stood up again, started pacing again.
"But what if he couldn't...what if..."said Sirius, but this time Remus stopped him from finishing his sentance.
"Sirius, stop it.You are going to drive your self mad if you keep doing this to yourself.Think of Harry right now, think of what he is induring..."said Remus.He was now standing up infront of Sirius.
"I am thinking of him..."said Sirius his voice rising a little, it was obvious that he was under a lot of stress.
"Then don't do this...keep your mind clear, damn it.He will need you when we get him back..."said Remus this time a tinge of impatience in his voice.
"If we get him back,"said Sirius in a low growl.
"When we get him back, Sirius"Remus corrected him.He kept his eyes on him, until finally sirius turned and took his seat again.This time he just sat down.Remus took his seat next to him, but doubted that Sirius would stay put too long...
The Death Eaters were kneeling around the chair, that the Dark Lord was sitting on.He said that he has some good news for them today.
"My dear Death Eaters, I am pleased to tell you that we have got the Dementors on our side atlast.It seems that Dumbledore couldn't give them all that they needed, well ofcourse he couldn't.Who is he to defy the Dark Lord?" with that introduction Voldemort gave a cruel cold laugh.
"Now tell me of the progress of our new prisoner...How is Potter?"he asked an ugly smile plastered on his snake like face.
One of the Death Eaters, Malfoy shoved another one forward infront of his master, it looked like Goyle. He slowly and shakily came to his mater and kissed the hem of his robes.
"My Lord, the boy is bleeding too fast.He won't make it to long..."He was cut short by a scream of "Crucio!"from his Master.He screamed and twitched in agony on the floor.
"You imbicile, haven't you got anything in that head of yours except air.Put a Bleeding Freeze charm on him,"yelled Voldemort in fury at his servent.His face turned into a real snake like look.
"Y-yes o-ofcourse my lord,"he muttered from the ground still panting.
"Go and do it now, on your way place five dementors outside his cell,"said Voldemort in a loud voice though he seemed a bit calmer now after he had yelled and torchered the man.
Goyle, picked himself up and walked towards the door as quickly as possible.
Harry slowly woke up, his arms felt like lead he tried shifting positions but only endded up yelping in pain because of the wounds on his arms. He looked at them, but all he could see in the semi-darkness was a red mess.At least they didnt tie his to the wall anymore, he thought.
There was a loud creeck as the cell-door opened.Through his blurry vission, Harry saw a large black mass coming towards him.He guessed it was a Death Eater.The man walked towards him and yanked him from his hair.Harrys whole body screamed in agony.Next thing he saw was a fist coming in his direction, then seering pain in his head...He saw a few stars, then heard a few words being spoken.
He prepared himself to feel pain, but instead he felt something cool corse his body almost as if there was some breeze coming through.
"You know, it's all your fault i got punished by the Master, you little runt," said this person spit coming out of his mouth. Then Harry saw a leg swinging, meeting him on his ribs...a small crack was heard and immidiatly his right lung felt on fire, as a reflex he brought his hands to his chest, that was a bad idea since it made his arms hurt more than they already did. After a few more kicks and punches, Harry crumbled, and fell unconcience.
Goyle turned and left satisfied at his work...he went to get the Dementors.
"Malfoy, did you use the potion i gave you?"asked Voldemort.He didn't really have to ask, but either way he did.
"Yes, my lord.It should start working in a couple of hours,"Malfoy replied, his blood pressure a little higher. He felt slightly sorry for the kid, this potion that he was ordered to give is supposed to make the boys whole body burn like hell, after it coursed through his blood veins, and also it doesn't allow the wounds to be healed by magic.Poor kid.
"Good, you may all leave now."as if he said the magical word each one of them immidiatly apperated away.They were scared of him and that's the way he liked it.Strangely, he felt content.He liked having everything under control.
All he hoped is that fool, Dumbledore, doesn't ruin it all.
Authers note:there! is the potion thingy answered.I hope so.again thank you for reviewing, it means a lot.i also hope that you like this chapter...if you do please review, that would mean so much to me.If not....Its your life...anyway see you next time.