Hey! Here is a chapter with some action! I hope you like it; I had fun writing it. I don't own any of the characters they belong to J.K.Rowling. Please R/R. And thank you to kateydidnt, Amy, SilverMoon, evil spapple pie, Luna Rose and Phoenix Child, Tinuviel for reviewing my story! Hello, I reposted this chapter because I kinda forgot to mention why Harry couldn't just get out in the first place. I knew I missed something. Maybe I shouldn't be typing while also looking at Orlando Bloom pictures… guess I get a bit distracted. Um. So sorry about that. New chapter should be up hopefully today!

The man who Harry still didn't know dragged him away from the graveyard. For the first time, Harry tried to escape him. He couldn't leave the graveyard. He wanted to but it was his last moments of Cedric. "CEDRIC" Harry yelled. "NOOO!" A few tears fell down Harry's face.

The man though was much stronger and without any difficulty he got past Harry's kicks, punches, and pulled him away. Harry tried to see where they were going, they were climbing the hill and the house was getting closer. Harry though was lost… Cedric… the graveyard… the knife… Cedric. The memories were spinning around in his head. His parents… Cedric… the old man… they wouldn't leave him alone.

"Won't everyone be surprised that a 16 year old cries over a graveyard. The Boy-Who-Lived crying like a girl." The man sneered.

This hit Harry, he knew the man was a Death Eater and he was probably being brought to Voldemort. What would people think? He was suppose to be saving Sirius not getting himself caught! Why… why had he fallen apart like that? Everyone would be so disappointed in him. They thought he was strong but he wasn't.

They were inside the house now. Harry hadn't even noticed them going in. They were now in a large room with men in black robes standing in a circle. Death Eaters. "Master I found him outside."

"Harry Potter."

Harry looked up; he looked up into the eyes of Voldemort.

"I have been expecting you," Voldemort reached out and touched his cheek. "I've been waiting for my revenge."

Harry heard him but the words didn't make sense to him, his mind was still outside on Cedric. Cedric had died just outside, in the graveyard, he didn't even realize he was about to die.

"Bring Black."

Harry heard this and this time it clicked. He looked around. He realized he was shaking. His senses seemed to be coming to him.

"Harry." His name was called by a tired voice. He looked around.

"Sirius!"

Sirius was now next to him; he was thrown by two Death Eaters onto the floor. He looked awful, ten times worse than in his dreams. His hair had a lot of dried blood in it, he was shaking uncontrollable and his face and skin was pale. He resembled the man who had just escaped Azkaban. His eyes and face were bruised. "What… what are-you doing here?" He asked with barely any voice.

"I." Harry tried to talk but he couldn't. He flung himself at his godfather. "I'm sorry!" He started to cry on his godfather's shoulder.

"Shhh Harry," Sirius didn't know what was going on.

"I hate to break up this little reunion but business calls," Voldemort sneered. He snapped and two Death Eaters picked Harry up.

"No!" he yelled. "SIRIUS!" he kicked trying to get back to his godfather.

"Bring them down to the cellar," Voldemort hissed, "and give Potter a demonstration!"

**
Hours later Harry was put into a cell. He hurt all over. He was put in chains on the wall. He looked around he knew this room. He knew this chains. Sirius had been in here. Blood was on the chains that looked one or two days old. He started to cry again knowing what had happened here to his godfather. The memories of his dreams… Sirius didn't deserve any of it. He had already been through enough. He was going through this because of him. He sniffed and tried to stop crying, why was all this happening? He felt so lost, so alone so hopeless. Where was the strong willed boy that had been angry enough to knock over desks? He just wanted to curl up in a ball. He had fallen into Voldemort's trap and would surely die. He had been so sure that he could have saved Sirius and look at him now! Why did he a 16 year old think he could help Sirius get away from Voldemort? He no longer felt like the heir of Gryffindor, just a small powerless, and hopeless 16-year-old boy.

**

The door opened some time later and two Death Eaters threw what looked like a pile of rags inside with Harry. Harry who had woken up when he heard the door opened when over to the bundle to see what it was. It wasn't a bundle of rags it was Sirius. He was laying on his stomach; Harry turned him over and found himself looking into his godfather's open eyes.

"Harry."

"Sirius, come on, I can get us out of here," Harry said. Seeing Sirius like this, so beaten up and weak had somehow given him the strength he knew he needed. He had to complete the mission he set out to do and now he could. He had never dreamed that he and Sirius would be put in the same room.

"No."

"I can transform into a large animal and you can ride on my back," Harry explained.

"No." Sirius said again weakly.

Harry ignoring his godfather got up and thought about turning into a stag. All a sudden though Harry was thrown back against the wall. He crumbled on the floor and let on a moan.

"Harry," Sirius weak crawled over. "No magic. Of any sort. Restrictions… charms against it…"

"But I don't need a wand," Harry lifted up his head and rubbed it.

"It… doesn't matter," Sirius told him. "If… you said-the simplest spell… that… would happen with… or without a wand. He knows… what you can do… he prepared for it."

"No magic…" Harry looked around. "We are stuck then."

"It…will be okay," Sirius opened his arms for his godson. Harry practically leaped into his arms. "It will… be okay Harry."

"I'm sorry," Harry curled up in Sirius's arms.

**

(Voldy's pov)

"Bring me our guests," Voldemort sat in a chair by the fire. He gave Wormtail his order and smiled as he left. They had been here for two weeks now. Potter and Black, how fortunate that he had both of them. He would kill Black soon and break Potter's spirit. Something unexpected happened everything he tried to kill Potter and he was not going to risk his plan being messed up again. He knew Potter would break, he knew how much Potter loved his godfather and wouldn't be able to stand him being tortured.

Black and Potter came in with four Death Eaters. Black looked half-dead, he was being held up by two Death Eaters. Potter on the other hand just stood there he looked lost? Voldemort stared at Potter, he had a mix set of emotions, was he ashamed? Lost? Embarrassed?

"Crucio!" he pointed his wand at Black.

Potter's eyes opened. He tried to yell but he didn't have any voice. He put out a hand; he was trying to reach Sirius. Voldemort smiled watching this.

"Enjoying this Harry?" Voldemort asked.

"Just leave him alone," he whispered, "you have me."

"I don't think so," Voldemort took the curse off Black. "I like having both of you. Take them back down the cellar and have your fun."

**

"Let's play this game," Lucius Malfoy removed his mask and looked at Harry. "Everytime Potter yells or speaks Black gets another dose of pain. So Potter decides how much pain his precious godfather gets."

Harry looked around Ten Death Eaters came in. He stared at them, "No."

"That's one Potter," Malfoy sneered.

"Crucio!" one of the Death Eaters stepped forward and pointed their wand at Sirius.

Harry watched as Sirius chained to the wall started to shake and yell uncontrollable. He closed his mouth, he wouldn't talk, he wouldn't scream he couldn't. This was enough pain for Sirius; he didn't deserve any more. He was staring at Sirius and didn't realize someone come up behind him.

"Ahh!" a Death Eater had come up behind him and set his robes on fire.

"Two Potter," Malfoy called.

Harry in a hurry tried to put it out. It was on his shoulder and he put it up by putting some of his robe on it. The fire though had gone through his robe and he could see burnt skin.

"Crucio!"

Harry forced himself not to say anything. He couldn't stand much of this longer though. How much could Sirius last? He got another hit on the back and he bite his lip. He would not scream. He forced himself to look back at Sirius. Their eyes met. Harry felt a tear on his cheek. Why was all this happening? Why couldn't they stop? He fell to his knees unable to hold his weight up any longer. He just wanted everything to stop. He couldn't help his godfather; he couldn't help the man who was most like his father! Why? It went on forever. To amuse Harry another Death Eater stepped forward and put the curse on Sirius. Sirius looked no longer conscious but his body continued to shake. Harry was crying now more heavily.

With a nod at each other the Death Eaters left and let Sirius go off the curses and the chains. Sirius fell to the floor in front of Harry.

"Sirius! Sirius! I'm sorry," Harry crawled to Sirius and cried next to the unconscious man.

**

They were left in the room, it had taken awhile but Harry had cried himself to sleep. Sirius was unconscious and showed no signs of waking up.

A man came in, a very short man. His hand, which happened to be silver, went to his mouth when he saw him. He had never seen a horrible sight. Both figures had not moved for about 6 hours. He had seen both recently but if he didn't know they were down here, he wouldn't have guessed who it was. He went to the younger person first, Harry. He looked tired, hungry and very vulnerable. He looked maybe 10 years old not 16. Sirius was one big cut. His face was all bruised; his arms were at weird angles. His hair was mixed with even more blood.

The man knelt by Harry and forced a potion down his throat. The sleeping boy didn't wake up. He patted his head and then moved on to Sirius. He forced a potion down his throat and then used the little magic he could to help his old friend. He left some food by them.

"I'll be back to pay my debt young Harry," he patted Harry's head again and left quickly.

**

He struggled to open his eyes did he want to? He opened them but shut them quickly, it was dark out. He opened them again more slow this time and saw that everything was blurry.

"My glasses."

"Here," he heard. The voice he heard was even worse than his was.

He got them and put them on. Sirius was sitting against the wall and was still shaking.

"Are you cold?" Harry asked.

"I don't know."

Harry crawled over. He hugged his godfather tightly. "I'm sorry." He took off what was left of his robe and laid it on his godfather.

"No."

"You need it," Harry insisted. "I'm sorry."

"Its okay Harry," Sirius with his shaking hand patted Harry on the head. Harry got closer and Sirius opened his arms for him. Harry felt better with Sirius's arms around him. "We'll make it through kid. It will be okay."

**

Harry woke sometime later no longer in Sirius's arms. He looked around; there was someone in the room with him.

"Have a good sleep Potter?" It was Voldemort. "Crucio!" Voldemort yelled.

Harry yelled uncontrollable on the floor as Voldemort held him under the curse smirking. Harry knew this pain too well, he yelled less than he normally would have. Voldemort waited for a few minutes and then took it off him.

"Having a good time with your godfather?"

Harry did not answer again.

"Staying silent are we?" Voldemort frowned. "Imperio!"

"Answer me… answer me."

"No."

"Answer me…"

"I WILL NOT!" Harry yelled. He looked into Voldemort's eyes, "That doesn't work you know."

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled again and he watched delighted as he twitched on the ground.

**

It could have been years later for all Sirius and Harry knew time went by so slow. They were mostly left alone expect for twice a day when the torturers came in. Harry would have gone crazy if it wasn't for Sirius. True Sirius was the worst off of the two but he kept them both sane by telling stories about his time at Hogwarts. Harry usually sat with Sirius's arms around him protecting as he heard the stories.

It was late one night; Sirius and Harry were asleep in each other's arms when someone came in. They both were awake when they heard the door open.

The small man came in shaking. He looked around quickly to make sure they were alone and then closed the door behind him. He walked over to them quickly.

Harry still in Sirius's arms stared at the right hand. He knew Sirius had seen it because he tensed up.

"Wormtail," Harry spat.

"Get out of here Wormy," Sirius snarled in barely any more than a whisper.

"I've… come… wizard's bond," Peter took off his hood and ignored their words. He shaking worse than ever. "I've come… to… let you… go. I… owe… my… life… to you." He spoke to Harry; his little watery eyes stared at him. "I've… never…forgot-3 years ago. You…saved me."

"How are you going to repay the debt?" asked Harry.

"I'm-going-to-show you… the… way out," Wormtail stuttered. "They… won't be around."

"Don't listen to him Harry," Sirius warned without much voice left.

"A wizard's bond- I will… die… soon… have-to-repay… debt. You…should-understand… that Sirius."

"I do but I don't trust a worm like you," Sirius snarled.

"I'll take your offer," Harry nodded.

Wormtail took a wand out of his pocket. Sirius glared at Wormtail. "Yours… I think." Wormtail shaking gave it to Harry.

"Lets go," Harry got up and helped Sirius up. They leaned on each other for support. Wormtail opened the door and looked around.

"This way."

They walked slowly down the hall. Sirius and Harry had not walked for awhile and were unsteady. Wormtail took them up a flight of stairs and down a hall. Wormtail was shaking the whole thing. Sirius and Harry were very weak and had to go slowly.

It took about an hour; step by step, they went. They were still holding on to each other. Harry desperately wanted to sleep.

"Almost there," Wormtail whispered and opened a door. Cool air hit their faces. Harry took it all in. With freedom, so close they found new energy. They walked on the grass. About 1000 feet from the house they stopped.

"Go."

"Come with us," Harry told him. "He'll kill you."

"I've been dead for 18 years," Wormtail told him. "I have nothing… to lose. I…paid-my…debt, if I die… I'll make sure my body… gets sent to the… Ministry. That… might repay some…of my-debt to James… he always helped me out. Go."

"How do you apparate?" Harry asked.

"Say "apparatus" and say and think of whenever you want to go," Sirius said.

Harry summed up all his remaining energy.

"You are going to Apparate us?"

"Can you?" Harry asked.

"Apparatus Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry said and waved his wand. He closed his eyes; he could see the castle, the mountains, and the lake, Hagrid's hut. The gates and the trees. He could see the green grass, the buildings of Hogsmeade in the distance.

They disapparated with a pop.

It felt like an eternity, but a second later they appeared near the gates. Sirius and Harry fell to the ground. Sirius tried to get up but Harry was on him.

"Harry?" Sirius tried to move Harry off of him but he was too weak. He did manage to look into Harry's eyes, which were closed.

"Harry wake up," Sirius begged. "Harry you need to wake up, we have to make it to the castle. Come on Harry."

Sirius though was losing all his energy trying to get Harry off of him. He finally gave up and put his head against the grass. He really needed to get to the castle he was too tired.

"Well what do we have here?"