A/N: I guess you guys didn't reach the goal huh? *Looking at the screen sadly* Was it that bad? Anyways, I did my best. I might add a lil here and there if I think of anything else. Well here you are. The excitement starts. Hold on to your seats. it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Declaimer:I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
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Chapter 4
Harry woken up slowly, feeling very groggily. Trying to cope with the throbbing in his skull. Opening his eyes, he frowned in confusion and closed them again. He repeated the process several more times, seeing the exact same thing each time.
Okay Harry he told himself. Don't Panic. So you can't see, there're a lot of explanations - you're blind,
it's dark, you're dreaming, you're crazy. I am hoping for the darkness one though; the others sound very un-fun.
So instead, he waited patiently to his brain was caught up with his consciousness. Once it did, Harry realized that he was laying, gagged and blindfolded, on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest, wrist and ankles bound tightly together with thick ropes. When he tried to loosen the ropes, he would whimper in pain because the ropes were so coarse, that it dug deeper into his skin. It was obvious that the ropes would not move. The air smelled of mold and other rotten things that Harry didn't really feel like identifying. Harry also noticed that his scar was giving off a burning sensation, as though putting your hands on top of a muggle stove or oven. Harry's brain seemed to be moving a little faster, and as it did, a gnawing sensation grew in the pit of his stomach. He was trying to figure out what was going on. When suddenly, the whole impact of the situation came to him at full force. This had to do with Voldemort. The boy couldn't think of any other explanation. He was beginning to remember what had happened at Privet Drive. Someone took him by surprise from behind and at first threaten to kill him with a knife. Then took his glasses and made him drank a substance that he now thought as a sleeping potion and that someone had taking him here which felt like one of the dungeons of Hogwarts. He cursed himself for not taking his wand with him. That was usually the first thing that comes to mind before he does anything. How could he been so stupid? Years ago, he promised himself to always be prepared for trouble. Everywhere he goes, there's trouble around the corner, waiting for him when he least expect it. Why did he let Uncle Vernon get to him like that? Usually, he could ignore all the insults but for some reason, it didn't work.
I'm in a deep shit now. I had to take Uncle Vernon's bait huh? Harry thought bitterly to himself.
When Harry was beginning to try and figure out how get out of this mess, Harry heard footsteps from a distance. Harry kept silent and still to see if they were going to stop in front him or continue on.
The footstep became louder and louder. With every step Harry's head pound painfully, more agonizing then the one before. Then out of no where a voice broke the silence.
"What did Master say about the plans of dealing with Potter?" growled a man with a deep voice that Harry didn't recognize.
The other man laughed with glee.
"He told me and a few others, that we can have some fun with him before Master is ready to see him. I must say, I'm going to enjoy this. I finally get to punish him for making a fool out of me too many times."
This time Harry knew, in an instant, the man that answered the question. It was Lucius Malfoy. Harry also knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about too. He didn't intended to, but did anyways, humiliate him. Once, when he was in his second year. When Malfoy was accused of giving Ginny Weasley, one of best friend's little sister, Voldemort's diary that forced Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets and sent a large serpent on half-blood and muggle-born wizards and witches. Then forced Malfoy to free his house-elf, Dobby, by giving Dobby clothing, which allows the house-elf become free from their master. Another time was when he was in third year. Hagrid, a friendly half-giant, Hermione, Harry's other best friend which was a girl, Ron, Ginny's older brother, and Harry, outsmarted Malfoy by finding a way to freeing Buckbeak, Hagrid's hippogriff, from a execution that was unjust.
"When will Potter wake up, Malfoy?" the other man asked.
"Don't know exactly, but soon. The potion should last much longer. It was a 24 hour sleeping potion." Malfoy replied.
Harry continued to listen nervously on their plans that they were going to do with him. He could feel sweat sliding down his face and breathing heavily than before. Then the footsteps halt to a stop and Harry felt the swish of 2 cloaked figures hovering over him.
"Lucius, who was the one that brought Potter here? From the rumors it was your son, Draco, was it not?" The man wondered with interest.
Harry began to feel another wave of fuming rage. He should have known. An adult dark wizard couldn't of gotten pass the protective wards that surrounded Privet Drive. Also his captor didn't use a wand or any magic for that matter. Potion wasn't really considered as magic. If he got out of this, he was going to get back at the younger Malfoy.
"Ah yes." The older Malfoy sighed with pride. "He did kidnap Potter, to my surprise. At first I thought he didn't have the guts to do such a thing yet but he proved me wrong. Draco is going to make a very loyal Deatheater if he keeps this up."
"Where's Potter's wand though. I didn't see it in the room where we usually kept wands of those we torture. "The other Deatheater said some shock in his voice.
"No he didn't. I check throughout his robes and I didn't find his wand. I was shocked and a bit amused that the Potter here was stupid enough to go anywhere without it." said Malfoy happily.
"Why don't we wake Potter now? I see no reason to let him survive longer than necessary." said the man with eagerness.
"Alright then!" Malfoy laughed.
Harry braced himself as much as his bindings would allow. One of the footsteps walk up to Harry's still form and gave Harry a forceful kick in the spine.
Harry let out a loud scream despite the gag in his mouth. Terrible pain shot though his back. Harry arched his back in the direction of the kick. He wanted to put his hands on the spot that was just kicked but at the moment, it wasn't an option. He laid there panting. Malfoy and the other Deatheater laughed again. With that, one of them bent down and first yanked the gag out of Harry's mouth. He coughed. His throat was dry, for the reason that he hasn't had anything to drink or eat for a whole day. Next, they took the blindfold off as well.
Harry slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a blur. He couldn't make out of the two people that was standing right in front of him.
"Well met, Potter. I hoped you had a good nap. I dare say that will be the last of a peaceful sleep you will be having in a long time. Then again, I don't think you'll survive long enough to see the light of day again." Malfoy chuckled. "Come on, Nott. Let's take our guest to the torture chamber that we set up, just for him."
Nott stride over to Harry and grabbing the rope that was holding Harry's wrist and ankles and dragging his back on the rough floor. The rope was burning though his skin that was holding him bound. He knew that this was just the beginning.
After about 10 minutes of walking and dragging, the reached a large chamber that was lit stoned snake which spit out bright green flame. The only reason Harry was able to distinguished the lanterns was because a pair of them was near the ground. One on each side of the chamber door. He had to squint but the effort of doing that was tiring. Malfoy was guiding Nott into the room.
"Ah. Good evening Lestrange. I brought you a special guest." Malfoy said pleasantly to a black figured man that had his back facing the small group of people at the door.
Lestrange didn't turn to face the group. However, he acknowledged them by waving his hand to come in as he continued to prepare for the torture sessions that Harry was going to endure.
Malfoy smirked as he walked in the room swiftly and quietly, bring up the rear was Nott still dragging Harry.
Once they reached behind Lestrange, the man turned around with an excited grin on his face. He was rubbing his hand together, as though he was about to does something fun, which made Harry try to struggle even harder but to no effect of getting loose.
"Lucius, old boy, how nice to see you again. I assume that you brought me the subject
I'll be using for first day back from Azkaban to torture. I haven't done this in what….almost fifteen year? So where is the lucky thing?" Lestrange asked happily as he began bouncing up and down on his heels.
Lucius laughed out loud while Nott chuckled in an amusement.
"Yes, yes, I did. It has been a long time, hasn't it? What better way to start your torturing again with the one person that caused our master fourteen years of suffering, hmm?"
"You're joking right? You really have him here? Oh what joy of a day it is, today? Where is he?" said as Lestrange rested his hands on Lucius's shoulders and shaking him a bit before covering his mouth in glee.
With a grin, Lucius beckon Nott over so that Lestrange could have a prefect view of him and Harry. Once Nott was right next to Lucius, with Harry in between, Lestrange peered down with a boyish smirk on is skin-tight face.
"So this is the infamous Harry Potter? Hmm, puny for a boy who weakened our master, isn't he?" Lestrange said as he studied Harry with his arms crossed and frowning a little. His eye looked up and down along Harry's body but paused for a moment at the scar, that most people look for to confirm if it was really him.
Harry remains quite.
The other Deatheaters just shrugged.
"From what I also heard is that Potter is suppose to have his glasses. Where is it?" Lestrange asked, a bit confused.
"Ah yes. Almost forgot." Malfoy said with a little shock and embarrassment on his pale-colored face. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled Harry's glasses out and placed them roughly on his face.
Harry's vision went back into focus within seconds. Harry searched franticly for a way out if he ever got loose but did find any. There was only a large window with two inch thick bars to block anyway of escaping. Harry guessed as much, but thought that it wouldn't do any harm to hope. All three men noticed Harry looking around for an escape route. They all cackled.
"There's no way out of this one Potter." Nott replied. "You may have been lucky at the graveyard but this time there's no portkey to save your skin."
"Lucius, would you like to have the honor of preparing Potter here before we start our session?" Lestrange said pointing at a foot-long chain that was hanged from the ceiling. "Oh, and while you at it, take the robes ands shirt off as well." He added with a bit of amusement in his voice.
Malfoy smirked again and commanded Nott to tag along.
Now Harry was beginning to panic. So the only way to show that he disagreed with this was to struggle. With every step the two Deatheaters took towards the chains, the harder Harry tries to free himself but in the end, Harry only succeeded in exhausted himself even further.
Once they got there, Nott held Harry tightly so that Malfoy could untie the bindings. The boy once again made an effortless attempt to get away from Nott which only made Nott held him even tighter that was cutting Harry's blood supply from the waist up. After the ropes were gone, Lucius grabbed Harry's wrist and lifted it to the cuffs that was connected to the chain. All three sets of eyes followed the arms progress to the chain. Once clamped shut and locked, Malfoy and Nott backed off to admire their work.
Harry struggled again, trying to get his hand free from the chains but the cuffs were too thick and strong to break from. In the end he gave up and waited anxiously for something to happen next. His feet was dangling off the ground by two feet. The chains went deeper into his flesh, making a small amount of blood appear around the grips. While he was waiting, Harry looked around the dungeon again. He saw Lestrange's back facing him again.
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to do this one in private." Lestrange said calmly to his fellow Deatheaters.
"Awe, come on Lestrange! Have a heart." Lucius whined.
"No, no, and no. After I'm done, you may have a go with Potter." Lestrange said with a bit of impatientness in his voice and some amusement.
"All right then." Malfoy snapped and shot a look at Harry with distastefulness, obvious disappointed that he won't be getting the chance to see him tortured. With that, He and Nott walk out of the chambers grumbling to each other and closing the door behind them.
"Right then. On to business shall we? You have nobody here to save you this time." Lestrange grinned evilly at Harry.
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A/N: Shocking isn't it? Liked it? Hated it? Leave me a review or no more story for you. Oh dear Lord, I'm starting to rhyme….(tears out hair and sobs) Please let me know what you think! The faster you review, the more excited I get, and thus the quicker I post the next part! Maybe this time I want at least 50 Reviews for this one.
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Declaimer:I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
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Chapter 4
Harry woken up slowly, feeling very groggily. Trying to cope with the throbbing in his skull. Opening his eyes, he frowned in confusion and closed them again. He repeated the process several more times, seeing the exact same thing each time.
Okay Harry he told himself. Don't Panic. So you can't see, there're a lot of explanations - you're blind,
it's dark, you're dreaming, you're crazy. I am hoping for the darkness one though; the others sound very un-fun.
So instead, he waited patiently to his brain was caught up with his consciousness. Once it did, Harry realized that he was laying, gagged and blindfolded, on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest, wrist and ankles bound tightly together with thick ropes. When he tried to loosen the ropes, he would whimper in pain because the ropes were so coarse, that it dug deeper into his skin. It was obvious that the ropes would not move. The air smelled of mold and other rotten things that Harry didn't really feel like identifying. Harry also noticed that his scar was giving off a burning sensation, as though putting your hands on top of a muggle stove or oven. Harry's brain seemed to be moving a little faster, and as it did, a gnawing sensation grew in the pit of his stomach. He was trying to figure out what was going on. When suddenly, the whole impact of the situation came to him at full force. This had to do with Voldemort. The boy couldn't think of any other explanation. He was beginning to remember what had happened at Privet Drive. Someone took him by surprise from behind and at first threaten to kill him with a knife. Then took his glasses and made him drank a substance that he now thought as a sleeping potion and that someone had taking him here which felt like one of the dungeons of Hogwarts. He cursed himself for not taking his wand with him. That was usually the first thing that comes to mind before he does anything. How could he been so stupid? Years ago, he promised himself to always be prepared for trouble. Everywhere he goes, there's trouble around the corner, waiting for him when he least expect it. Why did he let Uncle Vernon get to him like that? Usually, he could ignore all the insults but for some reason, it didn't work.
I'm in a deep shit now. I had to take Uncle Vernon's bait huh? Harry thought bitterly to himself.
When Harry was beginning to try and figure out how get out of this mess, Harry heard footsteps from a distance. Harry kept silent and still to see if they were going to stop in front him or continue on.
The footstep became louder and louder. With every step Harry's head pound painfully, more agonizing then the one before. Then out of no where a voice broke the silence.
"What did Master say about the plans of dealing with Potter?" growled a man with a deep voice that Harry didn't recognize.
The other man laughed with glee.
"He told me and a few others, that we can have some fun with him before Master is ready to see him. I must say, I'm going to enjoy this. I finally get to punish him for making a fool out of me too many times."
This time Harry knew, in an instant, the man that answered the question. It was Lucius Malfoy. Harry also knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about too. He didn't intended to, but did anyways, humiliate him. Once, when he was in his second year. When Malfoy was accused of giving Ginny Weasley, one of best friend's little sister, Voldemort's diary that forced Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets and sent a large serpent on half-blood and muggle-born wizards and witches. Then forced Malfoy to free his house-elf, Dobby, by giving Dobby clothing, which allows the house-elf become free from their master. Another time was when he was in third year. Hagrid, a friendly half-giant, Hermione, Harry's other best friend which was a girl, Ron, Ginny's older brother, and Harry, outsmarted Malfoy by finding a way to freeing Buckbeak, Hagrid's hippogriff, from a execution that was unjust.
"When will Potter wake up, Malfoy?" the other man asked.
"Don't know exactly, but soon. The potion should last much longer. It was a 24 hour sleeping potion." Malfoy replied.
Harry continued to listen nervously on their plans that they were going to do with him. He could feel sweat sliding down his face and breathing heavily than before. Then the footsteps halt to a stop and Harry felt the swish of 2 cloaked figures hovering over him.
"Lucius, who was the one that brought Potter here? From the rumors it was your son, Draco, was it not?" The man wondered with interest.
Harry began to feel another wave of fuming rage. He should have known. An adult dark wizard couldn't of gotten pass the protective wards that surrounded Privet Drive. Also his captor didn't use a wand or any magic for that matter. Potion wasn't really considered as magic. If he got out of this, he was going to get back at the younger Malfoy.
"Ah yes." The older Malfoy sighed with pride. "He did kidnap Potter, to my surprise. At first I thought he didn't have the guts to do such a thing yet but he proved me wrong. Draco is going to make a very loyal Deatheater if he keeps this up."
"Where's Potter's wand though. I didn't see it in the room where we usually kept wands of those we torture. "The other Deatheater said some shock in his voice.
"No he didn't. I check throughout his robes and I didn't find his wand. I was shocked and a bit amused that the Potter here was stupid enough to go anywhere without it." said Malfoy happily.
"Why don't we wake Potter now? I see no reason to let him survive longer than necessary." said the man with eagerness.
"Alright then!" Malfoy laughed.
Harry braced himself as much as his bindings would allow. One of the footsteps walk up to Harry's still form and gave Harry a forceful kick in the spine.
Harry let out a loud scream despite the gag in his mouth. Terrible pain shot though his back. Harry arched his back in the direction of the kick. He wanted to put his hands on the spot that was just kicked but at the moment, it wasn't an option. He laid there panting. Malfoy and the other Deatheater laughed again. With that, one of them bent down and first yanked the gag out of Harry's mouth. He coughed. His throat was dry, for the reason that he hasn't had anything to drink or eat for a whole day. Next, they took the blindfold off as well.
Harry slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a blur. He couldn't make out of the two people that was standing right in front of him.
"Well met, Potter. I hoped you had a good nap. I dare say that will be the last of a peaceful sleep you will be having in a long time. Then again, I don't think you'll survive long enough to see the light of day again." Malfoy chuckled. "Come on, Nott. Let's take our guest to the torture chamber that we set up, just for him."
Nott stride over to Harry and grabbing the rope that was holding Harry's wrist and ankles and dragging his back on the rough floor. The rope was burning though his skin that was holding him bound. He knew that this was just the beginning.
After about 10 minutes of walking and dragging, the reached a large chamber that was lit stoned snake which spit out bright green flame. The only reason Harry was able to distinguished the lanterns was because a pair of them was near the ground. One on each side of the chamber door. He had to squint but the effort of doing that was tiring. Malfoy was guiding Nott into the room.
"Ah. Good evening Lestrange. I brought you a special guest." Malfoy said pleasantly to a black figured man that had his back facing the small group of people at the door.
Lestrange didn't turn to face the group. However, he acknowledged them by waving his hand to come in as he continued to prepare for the torture sessions that Harry was going to endure.
Malfoy smirked as he walked in the room swiftly and quietly, bring up the rear was Nott still dragging Harry.
Once they reached behind Lestrange, the man turned around with an excited grin on his face. He was rubbing his hand together, as though he was about to does something fun, which made Harry try to struggle even harder but to no effect of getting loose.
"Lucius, old boy, how nice to see you again. I assume that you brought me the subject
I'll be using for first day back from Azkaban to torture. I haven't done this in what….almost fifteen year? So where is the lucky thing?" Lestrange asked happily as he began bouncing up and down on his heels.
Lucius laughed out loud while Nott chuckled in an amusement.
"Yes, yes, I did. It has been a long time, hasn't it? What better way to start your torturing again with the one person that caused our master fourteen years of suffering, hmm?"
"You're joking right? You really have him here? Oh what joy of a day it is, today? Where is he?" said as Lestrange rested his hands on Lucius's shoulders and shaking him a bit before covering his mouth in glee.
With a grin, Lucius beckon Nott over so that Lestrange could have a prefect view of him and Harry. Once Nott was right next to Lucius, with Harry in between, Lestrange peered down with a boyish smirk on is skin-tight face.
"So this is the infamous Harry Potter? Hmm, puny for a boy who weakened our master, isn't he?" Lestrange said as he studied Harry with his arms crossed and frowning a little. His eye looked up and down along Harry's body but paused for a moment at the scar, that most people look for to confirm if it was really him.
Harry remains quite.
The other Deatheaters just shrugged.
"From what I also heard is that Potter is suppose to have his glasses. Where is it?" Lestrange asked, a bit confused.
"Ah yes. Almost forgot." Malfoy said with a little shock and embarrassment on his pale-colored face. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled Harry's glasses out and placed them roughly on his face.
Harry's vision went back into focus within seconds. Harry searched franticly for a way out if he ever got loose but did find any. There was only a large window with two inch thick bars to block anyway of escaping. Harry guessed as much, but thought that it wouldn't do any harm to hope. All three men noticed Harry looking around for an escape route. They all cackled.
"There's no way out of this one Potter." Nott replied. "You may have been lucky at the graveyard but this time there's no portkey to save your skin."
"Lucius, would you like to have the honor of preparing Potter here before we start our session?" Lestrange said pointing at a foot-long chain that was hanged from the ceiling. "Oh, and while you at it, take the robes ands shirt off as well." He added with a bit of amusement in his voice.
Malfoy smirked again and commanded Nott to tag along.
Now Harry was beginning to panic. So the only way to show that he disagreed with this was to struggle. With every step the two Deatheaters took towards the chains, the harder Harry tries to free himself but in the end, Harry only succeeded in exhausted himself even further.
Once they got there, Nott held Harry tightly so that Malfoy could untie the bindings. The boy once again made an effortless attempt to get away from Nott which only made Nott held him even tighter that was cutting Harry's blood supply from the waist up. After the ropes were gone, Lucius grabbed Harry's wrist and lifted it to the cuffs that was connected to the chain. All three sets of eyes followed the arms progress to the chain. Once clamped shut and locked, Malfoy and Nott backed off to admire their work.
Harry struggled again, trying to get his hand free from the chains but the cuffs were too thick and strong to break from. In the end he gave up and waited anxiously for something to happen next. His feet was dangling off the ground by two feet. The chains went deeper into his flesh, making a small amount of blood appear around the grips. While he was waiting, Harry looked around the dungeon again. He saw Lestrange's back facing him again.
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to do this one in private." Lestrange said calmly to his fellow Deatheaters.
"Awe, come on Lestrange! Have a heart." Lucius whined.
"No, no, and no. After I'm done, you may have a go with Potter." Lestrange said with a bit of impatientness in his voice and some amusement.
"All right then." Malfoy snapped and shot a look at Harry with distastefulness, obvious disappointed that he won't be getting the chance to see him tortured. With that, He and Nott walk out of the chambers grumbling to each other and closing the door behind them.
"Right then. On to business shall we? You have nobody here to save you this time." Lestrange grinned evilly at Harry.
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A/N: Shocking isn't it? Liked it? Hated it? Leave me a review or no more story for you. Oh dear Lord, I'm starting to rhyme….(tears out hair and sobs) Please let me know what you think! The faster you review, the more excited I get, and thus the quicker I post the next part! Maybe this time I want at least 50 Reviews for this one.
Thanks to these wonderful people:
RiddleStar - Lol. Yea, it was a mistake. But don't kill me for it! Lol. Just Playing.
Lei Dumbledore - Isn't everybody though?
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Cat - I don't know about it not being boring, but I'll take your word for it. But I don't think Emma Malfoy agrees with your though. lol
SummerSun - You'll find out soon enough. (smiling insanely)
Emma Malfoy - Can't you tell that it's better? Hehehe
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