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Chapter 15
In the moments that followed the dissappearance of Harry it seemed as if the world at Hogwarts might explode. People were screaming shouts of fear. Fear born of confusion. Ron had already stormed the Quidditch pitch, James in tow, once Ron had spotted Dumbldedore he headed straight for him. The rest of the order quickly followed Ron's lead. Dumbledore told them to go up to his office and wait. Ron and James led the way while Michelle lead a catatonic Hermoine behind them. Ron stopped suddenly and asked James if he would go retrive Malfoy. James nodded and took off in a run. The group, minus James and Malfoy, arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office to find Professor McGonagall waiting on them. She just simply told them to wait. They four of them stood and waited for not more than 5 miutes when they heard running coming up the hallway. The cause of the sounds were standing there seconds later. James and Malfoy were both trying to catch their breaths. Suddenly the door of Dumbledore's office opened and two men walked out, holding a third man between them. "Wormtail?" Ron said shocked.
Not a moment after that Dumbledore apparated to that very spot and they group entered his office. The table was there again, and miraculously all of the members were already sitting there. Once the younger members sat down, everyone was there, except Harry. Dumbledore told them that two auror's had arrived moments ago while he was down on the Quidditch pitch and that they were taking away Petter Pettigrew. He told them what had happened earlier with Harry and then with the questioning of Wormtail.
"That's great. Sirus is free now, right?" Ron asked Dumbldore.
"Yes. That is correct. Sirus should be joining us soon actually." Dumbledore replied.
"Umm Can I ask something?" James said.
"Of course." Dumbledore said.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HARRY?" James shouted.
Everyone was taken aback by this. Everyone except Dumbledore and Hermoine. Hermoine didn't seem to be even listening to anything anyone said at this moment.
Dumbledore grew serious at this moment, "I'm not sure. Professore McGonagall asked Mr. Pettigrew of course, but all he knew is that it was in Eastern Eurpose, in or around Russia.. It's obvois that Voldemort wanted this knowledge to be secret."
"So there is no way to find him?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure." Dumbledore said.
"What about a locator spell?" Michelle asked.
"That only works if the person has traveled physically. Not by portkey or apparation." Professor McGonagall answered her.
"What about dragonhounds?" James asked.
"That would work, but we don't know where to start looking." Dumbledore responded.
"So what, there is nothing we can do?" Ron asked frustrated
"I'm not sure Ron." Dumbledore said truthfully.
Ron pounded the table with his fist in frustration.
*******
Harry didn't know where he was. One moment he had grabbed the snitch and the next he was....well here. All he knew is that as soon as the portkey had sent him wherever it was that it had sent him, he was knocked immediatly unconscience. Something very hard had hit him in the head and he was knocked out. He woke up minutes later only to find that it was completly dark and for some reason everytime he tried to use his wand, something stopped the light from working. He walked and walked in any direction, but not matter how far he walked he never got to anything.
Harry was becoming frustrated. He tried apparating, but nothing happened. He tried a million things, but none of them worked. None of his magic worked.
He tried again at the lighting spell, but, once again, no luck.
"Damn it." Harry hissed in frustration.
"Mr. Potter." A voice said.
Harry looked around in the dark, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere.
"Welcome." The voice said again.
"Where am I?" Harry said.
There was no reply.
"Why can't I use my magic?" Harry shouted in fury.
"When you were knocked unconscience I injected you with a serum that stops you from using magic for the time being." The cold voice said back.
"Enyine." Harry replied, naming the serum. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Very good Mr. Potter." the voice said again.
Seconds later Harry felt ropes come around his arms and legs. And he felt like he was pushed down on to his stomach.
Once he was in a position that he couldn't move, the lights came on.
Harry found himself in a small room. Not more thatn 10 ft. by 10 ft.
'Must be magic that kept me walking.' Harry thought to himself.
He heard a voice behind him say, "You can't move Mr. Potter, so it's no use trying.
The man walked around to the front of Harry and squatted down to Harry's level.
Harry was looking directly into the face of Voldemort. The face that had killed his parents. The face that had caused so much pain. The eyes like a snake. His skin white and scaly.
"Voldemort." Harry said with venom in his voice.
"Mr. Potter." Voldemort replied.
Voldemort then raised his wand and pointed it at Harry and said, "Crucio."
Because of Harry's training, this had no effect on him.
"Very good Mr. Potter." Voldemort said again.
"I was sure that your training had already prepared you for resistance to curses, so I made appropriate plans." Voldemort said with a smirk.
Two men suddenly apparated into the room then.
One was tall, probably 6'5" or 6'6", and skinny, the other was probably 6'1" or 6' and chunky.
The men both carried breifcases. They made a table appear beside the table Harry was laying on. The two men sat their breifcases down and opened them. Inside were various tools of torture. Knife, skivs. A few other differant types of things.
"See I know that you can resist magical pain, but real pain, that is something differant." Voldemort said.
Then he turned and nodded to the larger man.
The man removed a small knife and cut open Harry's shirt.
He then place the knife in the small of Harry's back and make a small cut in his skin.
Harry winced slightly.
"Did that hurt?" Voldemort asked him. " I sure hope not. I hope you can stand a lot, that way you can stay conscience longer."
With that, the man slide the entire 5 inch length of the knife into Harry back. Parallel with his back, just under the skin.
Harry screamed in agony and blood seeped from his back.
The man began cutting upwards on Harry back. Effectivly peeling Harry's skin partially off his back.
Harry stopped screaming. The pain had become to much to scream, all he could do was hold his mouth open in a silent scream and hold his breath. Hoping for the pain to reside.
It never did.
********
Back in Dumbldore's office Hermoine sudeenly screamed in agony. Her scream was blood curdling and deafining.
She fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
She stopped screaming and laid there with slient tears running down her face.
Instantly everyone was around her.
"What happened?" Ron asked her.
"I don't know I felt this awful pain in my back. If felt like I was being stabbed. And when the pain hit I had this vision of Harry screaming." Hermoine said sobbing.
Ron helped her to stand and sit in her seat.
She was still crying as Dumbledore began talking, "Miss Granger it seems that you are feeling the pain that Harry must be feeling."
"So he's being tortured?" Ron said anger begining to wash over him.
"It would appear so Mr. Weasley. We have no proof of this of course, but it would seem so." Dumbledore replied.
"So she is feeling his pain?" James asked.
"To an extent." Professor McGonagall answered him.
Michelle asked a question next, "Could this help us find him?"
"Possibly." Dumbledore said, "But right now I think it is best if everyone went to rest while the Professor's, Mr. Richardson, and myself discuss things."
Everyone except Hermoine nodded and stood up from their seats.
"No." Hermoine said softly.
Everyone stopped to look at her.
"I'm not going to go rest. I will not go lay in the comfort of my bed while Harry is being tortured." she said in defiance.
"Well what do you suppose we do?" Ron asked.
"I'm going after him. If I can sense his pain, then perhaps it will get stonger if I get nearer to him, or perhaps I can get another vision to help me find him." Hermoine said matter-of-factly.
"That's crazy, you wouldn't even know where to begin." Ron replied.
"I don't care Ron. I will search this entire Earth until I find him." Hermoine said.
Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Hermoine interrupted him, "And you can either help me, or leave me alone."
With that all of the other younger members of the order looked at each other and nodded. They all sat back down.
"Now. Dumbledore. Are you going to help us or not?" Hermoine asked him.
"Well of course." Dumbledore said. "But I don't know exactly what you plan to do."
"There has to be something. And we will find it." Hermoine said with determination in her voice.
"And how do u suppose we just find it?" Ron said.
"We will research. We will travel. We will contact every person we know and ask." Hermoine answered him.
"Well let's get started." Ron said.
"Allright, well I figure, Professor McGonagall, Michelle, and myself can go to the library, just to check if there is something that could help us, and Professor Dumbledore could contact the ministry and see if, by some odd chance, they know a solution. And everyone else can just start contacting people." Hermoine said.
"Sounds good to me." Dumbledore said.
Somehow someway Hermoine had taken over this group. Everyone got up and sat to their task.
A/N: Allright guys. I know this chapter sucked. I'm sorry but I just had some writer's block as how to handle this. The next chapter won't be much better, but it will be better. But then, after that, it will pick up once again. Please review. Thanks.
Chapter 15
In the moments that followed the dissappearance of Harry it seemed as if the world at Hogwarts might explode. People were screaming shouts of fear. Fear born of confusion. Ron had already stormed the Quidditch pitch, James in tow, once Ron had spotted Dumbldedore he headed straight for him. The rest of the order quickly followed Ron's lead. Dumbledore told them to go up to his office and wait. Ron and James led the way while Michelle lead a catatonic Hermoine behind them. Ron stopped suddenly and asked James if he would go retrive Malfoy. James nodded and took off in a run. The group, minus James and Malfoy, arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office to find Professor McGonagall waiting on them. She just simply told them to wait. They four of them stood and waited for not more than 5 miutes when they heard running coming up the hallway. The cause of the sounds were standing there seconds later. James and Malfoy were both trying to catch their breaths. Suddenly the door of Dumbledore's office opened and two men walked out, holding a third man between them. "Wormtail?" Ron said shocked.
Not a moment after that Dumbledore apparated to that very spot and they group entered his office. The table was there again, and miraculously all of the members were already sitting there. Once the younger members sat down, everyone was there, except Harry. Dumbledore told them that two auror's had arrived moments ago while he was down on the Quidditch pitch and that they were taking away Petter Pettigrew. He told them what had happened earlier with Harry and then with the questioning of Wormtail.
"That's great. Sirus is free now, right?" Ron asked Dumbldore.
"Yes. That is correct. Sirus should be joining us soon actually." Dumbledore replied.
"Umm Can I ask something?" James said.
"Of course." Dumbledore said.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HARRY?" James shouted.
Everyone was taken aback by this. Everyone except Dumbledore and Hermoine. Hermoine didn't seem to be even listening to anything anyone said at this moment.
Dumbledore grew serious at this moment, "I'm not sure. Professore McGonagall asked Mr. Pettigrew of course, but all he knew is that it was in Eastern Eurpose, in or around Russia.. It's obvois that Voldemort wanted this knowledge to be secret."
"So there is no way to find him?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure." Dumbledore said.
"What about a locator spell?" Michelle asked.
"That only works if the person has traveled physically. Not by portkey or apparation." Professor McGonagall answered her.
"What about dragonhounds?" James asked.
"That would work, but we don't know where to start looking." Dumbledore responded.
"So what, there is nothing we can do?" Ron asked frustrated
"I'm not sure Ron." Dumbledore said truthfully.
Ron pounded the table with his fist in frustration.
*******
Harry didn't know where he was. One moment he had grabbed the snitch and the next he was....well here. All he knew is that as soon as the portkey had sent him wherever it was that it had sent him, he was knocked immediatly unconscience. Something very hard had hit him in the head and he was knocked out. He woke up minutes later only to find that it was completly dark and for some reason everytime he tried to use his wand, something stopped the light from working. He walked and walked in any direction, but not matter how far he walked he never got to anything.
Harry was becoming frustrated. He tried apparating, but nothing happened. He tried a million things, but none of them worked. None of his magic worked.
He tried again at the lighting spell, but, once again, no luck.
"Damn it." Harry hissed in frustration.
"Mr. Potter." A voice said.
Harry looked around in the dark, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere.
"Welcome." The voice said again.
"Where am I?" Harry said.
There was no reply.
"Why can't I use my magic?" Harry shouted in fury.
"When you were knocked unconscience I injected you with a serum that stops you from using magic for the time being." The cold voice said back.
"Enyine." Harry replied, naming the serum. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Very good Mr. Potter." the voice said again.
Seconds later Harry felt ropes come around his arms and legs. And he felt like he was pushed down on to his stomach.
Once he was in a position that he couldn't move, the lights came on.
Harry found himself in a small room. Not more thatn 10 ft. by 10 ft.
'Must be magic that kept me walking.' Harry thought to himself.
He heard a voice behind him say, "You can't move Mr. Potter, so it's no use trying.
The man walked around to the front of Harry and squatted down to Harry's level.
Harry was looking directly into the face of Voldemort. The face that had killed his parents. The face that had caused so much pain. The eyes like a snake. His skin white and scaly.
"Voldemort." Harry said with venom in his voice.
"Mr. Potter." Voldemort replied.
Voldemort then raised his wand and pointed it at Harry and said, "Crucio."
Because of Harry's training, this had no effect on him.
"Very good Mr. Potter." Voldemort said again.
"I was sure that your training had already prepared you for resistance to curses, so I made appropriate plans." Voldemort said with a smirk.
Two men suddenly apparated into the room then.
One was tall, probably 6'5" or 6'6", and skinny, the other was probably 6'1" or 6' and chunky.
The men both carried breifcases. They made a table appear beside the table Harry was laying on. The two men sat their breifcases down and opened them. Inside were various tools of torture. Knife, skivs. A few other differant types of things.
"See I know that you can resist magical pain, but real pain, that is something differant." Voldemort said.
Then he turned and nodded to the larger man.
The man removed a small knife and cut open Harry's shirt.
He then place the knife in the small of Harry's back and make a small cut in his skin.
Harry winced slightly.
"Did that hurt?" Voldemort asked him. " I sure hope not. I hope you can stand a lot, that way you can stay conscience longer."
With that, the man slide the entire 5 inch length of the knife into Harry back. Parallel with his back, just under the skin.
Harry screamed in agony and blood seeped from his back.
The man began cutting upwards on Harry back. Effectivly peeling Harry's skin partially off his back.
Harry stopped screaming. The pain had become to much to scream, all he could do was hold his mouth open in a silent scream and hold his breath. Hoping for the pain to reside.
It never did.
********
Back in Dumbldore's office Hermoine sudeenly screamed in agony. Her scream was blood curdling and deafining.
She fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
She stopped screaming and laid there with slient tears running down her face.
Instantly everyone was around her.
"What happened?" Ron asked her.
"I don't know I felt this awful pain in my back. If felt like I was being stabbed. And when the pain hit I had this vision of Harry screaming." Hermoine said sobbing.
Ron helped her to stand and sit in her seat.
She was still crying as Dumbledore began talking, "Miss Granger it seems that you are feeling the pain that Harry must be feeling."
"So he's being tortured?" Ron said anger begining to wash over him.
"It would appear so Mr. Weasley. We have no proof of this of course, but it would seem so." Dumbledore replied.
"So she is feeling his pain?" James asked.
"To an extent." Professor McGonagall answered him.
Michelle asked a question next, "Could this help us find him?"
"Possibly." Dumbledore said, "But right now I think it is best if everyone went to rest while the Professor's, Mr. Richardson, and myself discuss things."
Everyone except Hermoine nodded and stood up from their seats.
"No." Hermoine said softly.
Everyone stopped to look at her.
"I'm not going to go rest. I will not go lay in the comfort of my bed while Harry is being tortured." she said in defiance.
"Well what do you suppose we do?" Ron asked.
"I'm going after him. If I can sense his pain, then perhaps it will get stonger if I get nearer to him, or perhaps I can get another vision to help me find him." Hermoine said matter-of-factly.
"That's crazy, you wouldn't even know where to begin." Ron replied.
"I don't care Ron. I will search this entire Earth until I find him." Hermoine said.
Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Hermoine interrupted him, "And you can either help me, or leave me alone."
With that all of the other younger members of the order looked at each other and nodded. They all sat back down.
"Now. Dumbledore. Are you going to help us or not?" Hermoine asked him.
"Well of course." Dumbledore said. "But I don't know exactly what you plan to do."
"There has to be something. And we will find it." Hermoine said with determination in her voice.
"And how do u suppose we just find it?" Ron said.
"We will research. We will travel. We will contact every person we know and ask." Hermoine answered him.
"Well let's get started." Ron said.
"Allright, well I figure, Professor McGonagall, Michelle, and myself can go to the library, just to check if there is something that could help us, and Professor Dumbledore could contact the ministry and see if, by some odd chance, they know a solution. And everyone else can just start contacting people." Hermoine said.
"Sounds good to me." Dumbledore said.
Somehow someway Hermoine had taken over this group. Everyone got up and sat to their task.
A/N: Allright guys. I know this chapter sucked. I'm sorry but I just had some writer's block as how to handle this. The next chapter won't be much better, but it will be better. But then, after that, it will pick up once again. Please review. Thanks.