Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast books and Warner Brothers Inc. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended. Besides that, I own all of the made up characters and the loopy plot(holes?).
Authors Note: This chapter is going to be the darkest chapter of the story. That's why I updated the rating to PG. Also, I'm really sorry that I couldn't get this chapter out much sooner but I had a lot going on through the holidays but I hope to get the next chapter or two out sooner than this one. Also, here's a slightly longer chapter than the first few. Anyway, on with the story.
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Chapter Four
Harry awoke in on some cold, hard stone aware that his hands were bound behind his back. His scar was hurting, but he could bear with that. Right now, he was on his side and looked up to find bars placed on the small room he was in. He stood up to get a better look. It looked exactly like a jail cell, besides the fact that it would fit perfectly with the décor of the potions lab at Hogwarts. There was a dull throbbing at the back of his head and Harry slowly remembered being hit there before he had been knocked out. Well this isn't good, he thought to himself.
Well, what should I do now? he asked to himself. He tried to do some wandless magic to break the bonds that were constraining him, but he couldn't manage it. He remembered when he was reading the book earlier that if wandless magic was used too much, the expesia wouldn't be able to use it until he regained enough stamina. He had been really tired after he had dealt with the death eaters earlier and he guessed that his wandless magic was worn out. This left Harry in a very bad situation. He had no wand, he had no idea where in the world he was, and Death Eaters had probably taken him here. For all he knew, he could be halfway across the world by now. It was unlikely, but still possible. He was woken from his thoughts as he heard footsteps and a loud raucous coming his way.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Harry lay down on the ground as if he was still unconscious. Harry heard the footsteps stop in front of his door and heard someone mutter, "Alohomora."
Harry opened one of his eyes a crack to see who was standing there. There were only two hooded figures that pretty much confirmed his belief that he was taken by death eaters. One of the death eaters looked bigger than the other by a considerable amount and Harry couldn't tell who they were or if they were part of Voldemort's inner circle. However, he could tell that they were both men by their voices and they both seemed to be in high spirits.
"Yeah, they're probably in high spirits because they caught me," he thought to himself. Harry quickly closed his eye, as they looked his way.
One of the death eaters, the bigger one asked, "Do you want to wake him up?"
"No, I think I'll let you have the honors," the other replied.
He heard them walk the couple of steps towards him and he felt one of them grab him around his right arm and yank him up.
Harry heard him mutter, "Ener-," but he stopped there as Harry opened his eyes and kicked him in his shin and then in the stomach. The man, let out a groan and dropped his wand. Harry's attentions quickly turned towards the death eater who had been too stunned before to move. The death eater pointed his wand at Harry and began to mutter a curse when Harry kicked the wand out of his hand and kicked this death eater in the stomach too. Quidditch training had finally paid off. He would never have been able to do anything to them without all of those late night practices.
He heard the death eater behind him move and saw him scrambling for his wand. Harry quickly kicked the man's chin, sending his head upward and then Harry kicked his jaw, hearing a distinct crack. The man fell upon the ground like a sack of potatoes. Harry didn't have time to worry about that though as he heard the smaller man start to get up. Harry spun like lightning and kicked the man in the jaw twice as hard as he could. He fell down much like the other.
Harry quickly leaned towards the edge of the cell to listen if anyone was coming. He heard nothing after a few moments and let out his breath that he was holding.
Next, he stepped over to the nearest death eater, the small one, and picked up the wand that was lying on the floor. Behind his back, he positioned the wand so that the tip was exactly aligned with the rope. It was an awkward position because of the bindings on his wrists, but he managed it.
He whispered, "Diffindo," and the ropes split open. It was the same spell he had used to split Cedric's school bag the year before. That thought sent Harry a spasm of guilt, but he quickly pushed it out of his mind as he went over and picked up the other wand and stuffed it in his pocket. It couldn't hurt to have an extra wand.
He stepped out of the cell and debated on where to go. He had a little bit of déjà vu as it felt like he was back at the hospital, looking for which way to go. This time was different however. Instead of trying to find the death eaters, he was trying to get away from them.
He was in a hallway much the same as the one at St. Mungo's, but was a lot less inviting: made out of hard, gray stone and lighted by plain torches. The death eaters that were now lying on the floor had come from the right, so Harry decided to start off left.
Harry took off at a brisk jog, trying to go as fast as he could without tiring himself out too much. He saw different corridors leading off in different directions, but this one seemed to be the main one as it was by far the largest. He continued down the hallway for a few more minutes before he met a dead end. The corridor just ended. He backtracked and found what looked like the largest hallway and took off down it.
After another minute of what seemed like pointless running, he was tiring. Sweat beads had formed on his forehead and were dripping into his eyes. He wiped his brow and continued running. After another minute of running the repeating corridors however, he had to stop and take a rest. He didn't want to stop in the middle of a hallway though, so he stepped over to a door that he hoped was just a broom closet.
Suddenly, he heard pounding of feet coming his way fast. He quickly opened the door and shut it as quickly and quietly as he could. He turned around and found he was in a very large room, contrary to the expected closet. There were rows of large stone columns right in front of him, leading into what looked like a large auditorium. There also seemed to be a slight echo coming from the center of the room.
Making his way cautiously, he weaved between the columns. Soon it became apparent that it was not an echo he was hearing, but someone was speaking. Harry couldn't understand what the speaker was saying, but it seemed like it was in a high-pitched voice. It seemed to Harry that he was walking forever.
He had been slowly moving towards the center of the room for the past five minutes, but it barely seemed like he had gone anywhere. His scar however, was starting to hurt more and more. Finally, he could see a small group huddled together in the middle of the room all staring at a tall figure, the speaker. Even from here, the speaker's features were indistinguishable. What Harry saw made the blood leave his face, even though he was unconsciously expecting this. Voldemort was standing there standing up to his full height, speaking to his Death Eaters.
At this moment, someone burst in the main doors of the room and had clearly been running. His face was all red, and he was breathing hard. He took a moment to catch his breath, but Voldemort shouted out, "Out with it! What has happened!?"
Struggling to speak, the death eater managed to get out, "It's Potter. He's…escaped somehow. The Lestranges have been knocked unconscious and his cell door is open."
"What! Who let this happen? Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott: find him! Whatever you do, do not let him escape because if you do you know what the consequences will be."
With this, the four death eaters took off as fast as they could through the main door. There were still about twenty death eaters in the room so Harry definitely could not try to surprise Voldemort. He realized that there was no other choice but to get out of the room but even then he would risk getting caught by one of the death eaters roaming the halls. Well, he thought, it's better than being caught with twenty death eaters.
Cautiously, he began to back away towards the door he came in. Not watching where he was going, his foot slipped on a loose stone and he fell down with a soft thump. Harry heard Voldemort yell out, "What was that? McNair, find out what that was, now!"
Harry scrambled to his feet and took off towards the entrance. He could hear running behind him and McNair shout, "It's Potter!" Harry was now running flat out and was weaving between the pillars avoiding curses and hexes, much like he had the year before at the cemetery. It seemed that the other Death Eaters had joined in on the hunt. Harry had no time to look back or fire curses of his own back at the Death Eaters, he had enough on his mind trying to get out of this place and dodge the curses being thrown at him.
Without warning, a spell flew past him and slammed into the column in front of him. The tower began to crumble to the ground and on top of Harry. He tried to turn to the side but the tower was crumbling faster than he could run. The first big chunk of rock nearly missed him, but a second smaller one about the size of a bowling ball flew down and smashed directly against Harry's left shoulder. He fell to the ground clutching his left shoulder, but was up after a second, aware that he still needed to get out of this place. He looked back to run, but found his way blocked by rubble. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Harry stood up, his wand in front of him and started shouting every curse he knew that could possibly help him in a duel, "STUPEFY! IMPEDIMENTA! LOCOMOTOR MORTIS! REDUCTO! FURNUNCULUS! EXPELLIARMUS! RICTUSEMPRA! TARENTALLEGRA!" Surprisingly, a few Death Eaters went down and a wand or two flew towards him. It still wasn't enough though as a stunning spell came directly at him and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Harry awoke to great pain surrounding his entire body, but especially in his scar and his left shoulder. He fought not to scream in pain, but it seemed that the Cruciatus Curse was being put on him right now and his body felt like it was on fire. He struggled to open his eyes and saw Voldemort standing over him, the caster of the curse. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, but they could just be in the shadows. All Harry knew was that he wanted the curse off of him and he used up all of his energy to try to grab Voldemort's ankle. He didn't manage in grabbing it, but Voldemort realized that Harry was awake and lifted the curse.
"Ah. Mr. Potter, it seems my dose of pain has awaken you. It is fortunate for you that it did. Otherwise I might have had to keep the curse on you longer. On to business though: You escaped from me again. Was it only a month ago? It seems longer." Voldemort then put on an expression that made him appear like he was thinking. "I spent much time thinking about how you got away this time and I realized that you must have gotten the tail feather from the same phoenix that I did." He paused to examine the expression on Harry's face. There was no sign of recognition on it- only pure hatred of the snake-like man in front of him.
"So, you don't want to speak to me Potter? That's all right. I can do all the speaking. So where was I? O yes - you had the tail-feather from the same phoenix as I did. Pity that phoenix belongs to Dumbledore now, unfortunate coincidence. All matters aside, it seems that you have a different wand now and you won't be able to escape this time. This time it will be more painful and there will be no mercy! CRUCIO!"
Pain upon pain was sent through Harry, penetrating every fold and crevice of his body. Harry didn't think he could bear it much longer. Suddenly a picture of his friends seemed to appear before his eyes and he knew that he had to live through the pain. It seemed impossible, but somehow he had to get away from here. He had to escape one way or another. The pain through his body doubled and blackness nearly enclosed all of his vision. As soon as it had started though, it stopped. His body felt like it had been tossed through a lawn mower and then trampled on by a herd of cattle. It was worse than it had been last year. Blackness was already threatening to overcome him, but he still would not give Voldemort the pleasure of screaming out.
Before blackness completely engulfed him though, the curse was lifted and Harry just lay on the floor, gasping for breath. Voldemort commanded him, "Stand up Potter!" With this, Harry was lifted from the ground and placed on his feet. His insides still felt like they were on fire and his skin like it was smoking, but he exerted almost all of his energy to stay on his feet and not fall down.
"You didn't like that, did you? That's only a taste of what I'm going to do to you. Now get out your wand and duel me once again. No, I didn't take it from you. I wanted to see if you really are a formidable opponent. Now duel!"
That didn't leave Harry with any choice. Even though he was still gasping for breath and lifting his arm up was enough to make him gasp inaudibly, he still stood up to face Voldemort. Nothing was going to daunt him and he was going to fight even if it cost him his life. He needed to get back no matter what the cost to him was. Voldemort raised his wand and performed the disarming curse. Harry was too tired to dodge it and was lifted off his feet and thrown back as the wand left his grasp.
He landed hard on the ground about fifteen feet from where he had been standing. The death eaters surrounding him and Voldemort were jeering and pointing at him. This didn't surprise Harry at all. On the contrary, he had been hoping for this. He had been bracing for being thrown back before Voldemort had even cast the curse. He tried to calm his shaking arm down as he slowly edged his hand toward the wand he had hidden in his pocket.
Voldemort walked over to Harry at a devastatingly slow pace. It was as if he wanted to prolong Harry's pain. After what seemed like forever, he was standing right over Harry.
"I knew you had only survived now by luck. There really is nothing special about you. Now it is time for the single most painful experience of your life."
His lips were about to form the word "crucio", but since Voldemort had started his death walk towards him, Harry had been edging his hand more and more into his pocket and had grasped the other wand and when Voldemort was about to curse Harry, he had unleashed the wand.
"Stupefy!" This had an effect not quite what Harry had predicted. True, the spell did hit Voldemort squarely in the chest and true Harry performed the spell correctly but Voldemort was only blasted back a couple of steps. After Voldemort regained his footing, he laughed. He laughed a cold, merciless laugh and he looked down at Harry. "Do you think that you can defeat me like that? Do you think you can use another person's wand and fire a simple stunning curse at me and expect me to fall? Then you were wrong. You really are pathetic Potter. Well, now that we have that settled, I believe it is time that you find out what true pain means. Crucio!"
While Voldemort was saying this, Harry had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn't hurt Voldemort more than blast him back a little bit. He began to think that he wasn't going to get out of here. He began to think that it was a bad idea ever to yell at the Dursley's and get him kicked out. But his thinking was over at the end of Voldemort's speech where Harry was knocked unconscious from the pain.
Harry awoke several hours later from his guess. He seemed to be sprawled along the floor still, but his legs were bound together, probably by a binding spell as Harry could not see any ropes or chains. He tried to remain still on the floor and it worked for a couple of hours while he regained some of his stamina. He still felt like he had been trampled by a herd of bulls, but he was starting to get better. His only hope was that somehow he could get out of here. It was very desperate, but his only hope.
He could not tell how long he had been lying on the floor before someone kicked him in the rib and Harry turned over with a groan. Someone shouted at him in a hushed voice, "Get up boy!"
Harry turned over to see a masked death eater staring down at him and then jerk him up into a standing position. The death eater unbound Harry's legs and forcefully led him through a winding corridor. He was thrown in a corner as he watched another death eater descend upon him.
"Potter! It's time you got what you deserve," he said in a whispering voice. "Crucio!" Harry's world was sent into a torment of pain. He didn't scream out, but the pain was flowing through his whole body. It was almost a part of him. It was like ice and fire in his veins all at once. And then it was gone as he was thrown into blissful unconsciousness once more.
He awoke to find himself bound to a wall by his wrists and ankles. His arms were pinned straight out from his body and his legs were spread. This agitated his broken shoulder even more and that and his scar were in terrible pain. There was a different death eater in front of him, and Harry knew that he was going to be tortured some more because that was what they were doing to him: torturing him. However, this death eater pulled out a razor blade from his pocket and walked over to Harry and began to slowly slice the razorblade down Harry cheek. Harry could feel the death eaters breath on him but more importantly he felt the razorblade sliding down his cheek. It hurt, but once more, it left a mark that could be visibly seen. It wasn't like the Crucio curse that could only be felt afterwards. The blood it left could easily be seen which was probably why the death eater was doing this. He was going to leave the mark of captivity on Harry face among other places probably.
Now the death eater moved down to Harry's right arm and began slicing along the outside of Harry's arm. This pain Harry could take, but he wished he couldn't. It was a lot easier just to leave consciousness then it was to take the pain for a long period of time. Still, Harry did not give the death eater any satisfaction by gasping or crying out.
After this he moved to Harry's other arm and began to trace another design of blood along it. Next, he moved down to Harry's legs and marked them up with blood. The blood along his face and arms was dripping down and blood covered much of Harry's body. After Harry's legs however, the death eater stepped away and cast the cruciatus curse on him and after a minute or so of hard fighting, Harry was thrown back into the state he seemed to be in most, unconsciousness.
The death eaters didn't cut his body up anymore, but solely used the cruciatus curse afterwards. Harry didn't know how long he was tortured. He wasn't conscious enough to keep track of time, but he had seen five different death eaters torture when something drastic happened.
Voldemort had come to torture him along with twenty or so other death eaters. Harry didn't think this looked to good for him. Voldemort spoke to him, "So Potter, you choose not to scream out still after a half of a day's torture? I must confess, you are stronger than I first assumed. Most of my victims are crying like babies after the first curse. However, it must end here. You will scream, or you will die. Harry was devoid of almost any energy and blood was mangled with his hair, face, robes and every other part of his body, but he lifted his head up and with his eyes blazing and with a death-like stare, he spoke the first words he had in this encounter, "Then I will die."
This was too much for Voldemort, he shouted out, "Crucio!" at the top of his lungs and Harry was hit harder than ever with the curse. A second wind had come to him and he was not going down without a fight. Faintly aware of his surroundings, he felt something float to the ground and Voldemort say, "What was that?" Harry struggled to open his eyes as he saw something that looked like it was torn from a piece of parchment. Harry could see the small rune of a Phoenix on it. That was from the letter the Order of the Phoenix gave him! That was his only ticket out of here. Feeling that he got his third, fourth and fifth wind at the same time, adrenaline began pumping through his veins and he began to grow an incredible scarlet color. The shackles on his ankles and wrists disintegrated, leaving no trace that there had ever been shackles. The pain in Harry's shoulder was gone and the cuts along his body were healed. He threw his arms forward and all twenty Death Eaters were blasted back and Voldemort was smashed to the floor. Diving he reached for the piece of parchment, aware that Voldemort was screaming, "Get Him!" but Harry was gone to the training area of the Order of the Phoenix where he collapsed in a dead faint almost before he reached it.
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A/N: Well? How did you like it? How many of you people guess how I was going to get him out of there? I couldn't of course just leave him to die like that. I'm evil, but not that evil. I would also like to point out that Harry doesn't have healing powers. It's just that his expesia power was pushed over it's limit to get Harry out of there because he knew it was his only chance. Now, I would like to take this time to thank everyone that review chapter 3:
della luna – Did this cover a lot?Shduranni
The Shadow Bandit – I do plan for a romantic angle, but it will definitely not be HermioneJulie Jewelrannah – You'll find out what Fudge thinks he is later in the story
AngelangieB – You'll find out what Fudge thinks he is later in the story
illustrious sorrow – Sorry about not updating soon. There's been a lot going on
ER Theking001 Angel Ryan GodricPotter427 – Thanks for the comments Godric. And I finally got this chapter out. And you will be finding out who Amelia is in the next chapter Ruskbyte –Maybe I might be almost as evil as you in a few chapters…maybe…. Lil Lupin – Don't worry, Sirius will be in the story as soon as I see fit (which won't be that long of a wait).Threat of the chapter: I don't have to make Harry live through this thing. His heart may just stop when he's trying to recover. (That means if you review, it probably won't happen.)