Harry groaned. He didn't open his eyes, it was to painful.

He remember how last night he was awoken by a spell being whispered. His eyes had shot open, and looked right into the eyes of Wormtail. He was leening over him, wide eyed. Harry tried to scream, to let someone know he was in danger. His voice didn't work; curse Wormtail. He had put a spell on him. He sat up, ready to run. Wormtail whispered another curse, this time making Harry unable to move. He cursed in his mind, again. He was in trouble. He didn't have time to do anything, Wormtail punched him, causing him to pass out.

He opened his eyes, reluctantly. It was totally dark, and very cold. He heard a dripping sound of water. He tried to stand but to no success. A wave of diziness came over him and he fell back down to the dirt ground. He tried to move but his hands were tied, as well as his legs.

'Great. I have no idea where I am, and I'm tied up. And there's running water somewhere, making it cold. And I'm not wearing any thick clothing! I'm going to get sick now. Could it get any worse?' Harry thought to himself. As if an answer, he heard footsteps drawing nearer. 'Yes, it can get worse,' He looked around franticly. He couldn't see much, just a lot of black. His eyes scanned a shape coming closer.

"Are you awake yet, piece of filth?" someone hissed at him. It was a deep, cold voice, sending a chill down his spine. He grunted in response. That wasn't good idea. A rough hand pulled his arm, forcing him to stand. Nausea swept over him.

"Now follow me. My master is waiting for you," He let go of Harry, and he followed the Death Eater.

'Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut?' he could have kicked himself, if he wasn't tied up.

The Death eater led him through numerous dark tunnles. Along most of them were wood doors with bared windows. Harry shuddered to think that he could be placed in one, left to die. He shook his head to himself.

'No. I'm not going to die,' he told himself. 'Surely Dumbledore has found out by now. That means that Snape is probably on his way.' he sighed. 'Then again, maybe Snape coming to get me isn't such a good idea...,' he scowled. This wasn't looking good for him.

The Death Eater started to slow down, and turned to the largest door at the end of a tunnle. Harry's stomache withered uncontrolably. The Death Eater took out a brass key from his pocket. As he unlucked the door and pushed it open forcefully, Harry's scar exploded with pain. His eyes watered as the pain increased when he was pushed forword into the room. He held his forehead, hoping it would stop. He pulled his hand away to see blood smeered on his palm. His scar was bleeding?

A horrible voice sounded from a chair in the middle of the room. "Thank you for bringing my...client...to me, Nott," The Death Eater, Macnair, bowed and left the room. Harry was rooted to the spot as Voldemort stood up from his chair. He did not turn around, just gazed into a roaring fire. He hissed. Harry could understand him, for he was a Parslemouth too.

"Nagini, come to me pleassssse.........." He turned to face Harry now. His eyes looked up and down Harry. Harry was horrified, and it took him all he had not to shake. He heard a noise coming from somewhere near the door. He turned, and there was Voldemort's snake. It slithered past Harry, it's amber eyes watching him intently. Harry hissed at it.

"What are you ssssstaring at?" Harry hissed. Nagini stopped and curled up Harry's leg. Harry thought that the snake was going to bite him. However, to his luck, it didn't.

"I'm ssssstaring at sssssomeone who isssss going to die," Nagini hissed back. Harry turned pale as the snake slithered back down his leg and up Voldemort's. Voldemort laughed as he saw Harry's pale form. Harry looked him right in the eyes. He wasn't afraid of him as much as most people would be.

"Ah, so you are a parslemouth. I didn't know weather to believe that silly woman. Oh, and this is for acting cruel to my pet. Crucio!" Voldemort pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. He bit his tounge till it bled. He would NOT show that he was in pain. He fell to the ground, wanting the pain to end. Voldemort lowered his wand, as Harry started to fall unconsiuos.

"That hurt, didn't it Harry? Ah, but don't go to sleep, then we can have no more fun!" Voldemort said as he walked over to a barely concious Harry. He kicked Harry on his side. Harry kept his eyes closed, pretending to have passed out. "Oh, come now Harry! Don't play, I know you're awake." Voldemort kicked Harry again and again, causing Harry to moan in pain. "Ah ha! So you are awake. now stand up, Harry. Stand up!" Harry refused to open his eyes or stand. Voldemort kicked him again. Harry screwed up his face trying not to yelp out in pain.

"You won't stand? Then I'll have to help you...," Voldemort reached over and grabbed Harry by his mangled hair. As his hand came in contact with Harry's head, his scar seared in pain again. Harry cried out as Voldemort pulled him up by his hair. He made Harry look him in the eyes.

"Open your eyes, Harry. Come on, are you ashamed of having the eyes of your mudblood mother?" Voldemort whispered in his ear. Harry opened his eyes, glaring at his enemy evily.

"My mother was a better wizard than you'll ever be!" Harry screamed at him. Voldemort stared at him, a look of shock on his face. He covered it up quickly.

"Now don't be a fool, boy. You don't want to get yourself killed, now do you?" Voldemort sneered at him.

"Whether I want to die or not, that seems to make no matter to you." Harry sneered right back. 'If I act like this, he'll want to find a more painful way for me to die. That'll hopefully buy Snape some time. I hope...' he thought to himself. Voldemort frowned at him.

"Hmm. It apears that you are right. I'm going to kill you whether you like it or not. Just not right now." He ungripped Harry's head, causing him to fall to the floor in a heap.

"Nott! Come take Mr.Potter back to his cell!" Voldemort screamed."Oh, and Mr.Potter, before you go, here's a going away gift. Crucio!" Voldemort had his wand out again, and Harry once again felt a pain that he never wished to feel. This time, he screamed, not caring anymore. As the pain left him, he blacked out.

A.N: Oh, I hate doing Voldemort. Anyways, if you haven't read the 4th book, you might not understand how one punch from Wormtail could cause Harry to pass out. In the end of the 4th book, Voldemort gives Wormtail a Silver hand after sacrafising his hand to reserect Voldemort. So yeah, a punch like that would cause him to pass out. Ouch!