CHAPTER 22

REBELLION

Harry hit the ground, and fell forward onto the cold, damp stone floor of an underground room, the piece of parchment laying on the floor next to him, he reached out to touch the parchment, hoping that it would transport him back to Hogwarts as the Triwizard cup had done in his fourth year, but nothing happened, he still remained on the cold, hard floor, breathing in the damp smell. Harry stood up and spun around upon hearing a noise in the corner of the room, he could just about make out the tall, looming figure of his Magical Maintenence teacher.

''Where are we?'' Harry asked nastily, ''What do you think you are doing?''

''This is what you get for falling asleep in my lesson Potter.'' Nick said in a cold unforgiving voice, that was nothing like the voice he possessed at Hogwarts. ''You are in a dungeon, awaiting the Dark Lords presence, so I suggest you watch your self.'' Harry stared unbelievingly at the man that he had trusted and befriended, not able to believe that he would sell him to Voldemort.

''I trusted you, Dumbledore trusted you, and this is how you repay our trust.'' Harry spat venomously. ''What are you getting out of all this?'' he asked nastily.

''Just the satisfaction of watching you die, and the trust and gratitude of the most powerful wizard in history.'' Nick replied spitefully.

''Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in history, and I can tell you, you have definately lost his trust completely.''

''Nice sentiments Potter, forgive me though if I beg to differ.'' A cold, calculating voice filled the air, and Nick who had been standing proudly in front of Harry, now fell to his knees and crawled forward to kiss the hem of his master robes. Harry scar that had been aching ever since they entered the dungeon now exploded with pain. ''Not even Dumbledore can save you now Potter.'' Voldemort said icily as he conjured a chair out of nowhere and magically bound Harry to it, before taking his wand and handing it to the Death Eater standing to his right. ''Now Harry Potter I wonder if you could give me any information about Dumbledores secret organisation. Although it can't be that secret if I know about it.''

''In your dreams.'' Harry spat angrily.

''Very well, have it your way. Crucio.'' Voldemort raised his wand and aimed the curse almost lazily on Harry, and watched him writhe and scream in pain, as every nerve in his body felt as though it were on fire. The Death Eater to Voldemorts right, twitched and moved around as he looked on. He was wearing a silver mask, whereas all the other Harry had seen wore masks of white. Voldemort dropped his wand and the curse ended, although every inch of Harry's body ached, and his throat was hoarse from all the screaming. ''Do you think you're ready to tell me now?'' Voldemort asked, knowing that Harry would never tell, he just wanted the pleasure of hurting him before he disposed of him.''

''Never.'' Harry croaked.

''When will you learn Potter, Crucio.'' Harry felt the whole, hit of the curse once again, as he jerked violently in his chair, the chains he was held with cutting into him as he jerked against them. He was screaming so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself anymore, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into darkness and pain, when the curse stopped, he felt relief wash over him as the sharp pain vanished and a dull throb was left in every single nerve ending in his body, it took him a few minutes to regain his vision properly. ''I am going to leave now Potter, to give you awhile to think about the information that you will tell me on my next visit. Don't try anything funny there is a guard on the other side of the door.'' Voldemort said as he walked calmly out of the dungeon that only a minute before had been filled with Harry's agonised screams. The door slammed shut behind him, and Harry was left alone in darkness, with only his thoughts and the pain in his body to keep him company.

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Dumbledore sat in his office, deep in discussion with Proffessor Destiny Golding, when a flustered looking Proffessor Mcgonagall burst in to the office unannounced. Her hair was falling in lose starnds out of her usually tight bun and her eyes were rimmed with red.

''Albus, the Portkey alarm has been activated. A portkey has been activated in Hogwarts.''

''Where was the portkey activated Minerva?'' Dumbledore said firmly, abandoning the cup of tea that he had been sipping from.

''The Magical Maintenence classroom, and two people have left the school.'' Mcgonagall said, her face grim.

''Harry.'' Proffesor Golding said suddenly. ''He said he was going to come by my office after Magical Maintenence for his lesson, I waited but he didn't show I thought he'd just forgotten.'' Golding said nervously.

''How long ago was the Portkey activated?'' Dumbledore asked calmly.

''About half an hour ago.'' Mcgonagall answered gravely.

''Do you know where it was going to?''

''No, it wasn't a registered portkey. But I can try and find out.'' Mcgonagall answered.

''Right, go now, and hurry.'' Dumbledore said as Mcgonagall ran out of Dumbledore's office.

''Is there anything I can do Proffessor?'' Destiny Golding asked as she wrung her hands nervously in her lap. ''Anything, I need to do something.''

''Of course, go and get Ron, Hermione and Ginny Weasley and take them to your office and explain to them that Harry has been taken. Don't let them out of your sight they'll only try to go after him.'' Dumbledore warned as Destiny stood up and started across to the door. ''And I'll go and help Minerva, we need to get to him quickly.''

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Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting alone in the dungeons, all he knew was that it was long enough for the pain in his body to start to ebb slowly away. His head lolled to the side, as though the shear strain of keeping it upright was to much effort for him. The darkness surrounded him, and in a way it comforted Harry to acknowledge it's presnce around him, like a blanket. Thoughts and feelings raced through Harry's head, one thought in particular. Ginny Weasley's face kept flashing in front of his eyes, Harry remembered everything they had done together, the Masquerade, every night that he spent with her held closely in his arms, every kiss they had ever shared, every hug, every touch. They all flashed in front of his eyes, he half smiled at them, until he started to realise that he wasn't going to get out of here alive, he would never be able to see Ginny again, he'd never be able to hold her in his arms, never be able to smell the soft scent of her hair, or feel its silky texture on his fingertips. Never be able to kiss her soft lips again and tatse her cherry lipgloss, never hear her laugh happily as he chased her around the bedroom, never hear her sigh softly in her sleep. He'd never get to do any of those things, he was going to die, alone in a dark dungeon strapped to a chair, not getting one last smile from his true love. Harry felt the tears pour down his cheeks and did nothing to stop them, he just let them fall, he didn't care who saw him, why should he care, when all he wanted in the world was the one thing he was about to lose forever.

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Destiny Golding approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, her walk to Gryffindor tower, a blur in her memory. What were they doing to Harry now? Was he even still alive? She braced herself for the worst, although she hoped with her all her heart that he was ok. 'He's tough' she told herself firmly, drying her eyes before stepping through the portrait hole. 'just like his father and godfather.'

''Proffessor Golding. What are you doing here?'' Ron asked, as he saw her walk through the portrait hole and in to the centre of the common room, to stand before him.

''Ron, I need you, Hermione and Ginny to come to my office please.'' she said trying to keep her voice steady, and her emotions in check.

''Sure. What do you need us for?'' Ron asked as he stood up from his seat, accompanied by Hermione and an anxious looking Ginny.

''Just come to my office please.'' she asked again as she turned to walk back out through the portrait once again.

The walk to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office was spent in complete silence, with Hermione and Ginny, giving each other questionning glances and Ron walking silently behind them Proffessor Golding lead the way, mentally going over everything she needed to tell them in her head. They reached the office and Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat down in the three seats that were placed in front of Proffessor Goldings desk, waiting expectantly for her to give them a full explanation. She sat down in her office chair and steepled her fingers together under her chin, and gave them all a sad glance before she started to talk.

''Now, I'm not quite sure that I am going to be the right person to tell you all this but it needs to be done.'' she started nervously, her own emotions creepoing up on her and threatening to spill at any second.

''It's about Harry isn't it?'' Ginny asked almost calmly. ''Why else would you need to see me, Ron and Hermione.''

''Yes it is.'' Destiny answered sadly, grateful to Ginny for getting it out. She looked around all of their worried faces. ''He has been taken by portkey. We suspect to Voldemort.''

''By who? Who took him?'' Ginny asked rising out of her seat, as though she were about to go and track him down.

''Nick Gilbert, the Magical Maintenence teacher.'' Destiny answered sadly, as a lone tear fell down her cheek. ''There's nothing that you can do now, Dumbledores trying to find him at this very moment, just sit down.''

''But........but I.......I........have to.......I love him.'' Ginny said as she broke down into tears in her brothers arms, she fell into his lap and cried into his shirt, inconsolably. Ron hugged her close to him and whispered comforting words to her as he gave Hermione a worried look. ''I can't.....lose..him.......Ron I can't.....lose him now. Please God........let him be alright..........let him..come...back to...me.''

''That bastard, I can't believe I left Harry alone with him.'' Ron said angrily to himself as he held Ginny tighter.

''Look Ron, It wasn't your fault he would've got Harry anyway, just like he got Neville.'' Hermione said placing a comforting hand on Rons arm.

''But we trusted him Mione, we liked him.'' Ron said angrily a single tear rolling down his cheek, despite his anger.

''So did Dumbledore, people make mistakes, it wasn't your fault, it was no-ones fault.'' Hermione reassured Ron as she too started to cry. Ron reached out his free arm and pulled Hermione into a tight hug along with his sister, as Ron swore to himself that he would kill the bastard who betrayed him and Harry.

Destiny Golding just looked down, studying her desk as though it were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen, trying to hide the tears that had started falling down her face. 'Sirius, we need you.' she thought silently to herself. 'I wish you were here.'

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Dumbledore and Mcgonagall worked flat out, trying to do anything that would enable them to find out where the portkey had gone, and where Harry was now.

''Have you found anything yet, Minerva?'' Dumbledore asked, across the Magical Maintenence lab, where they were searching for any evidence that would help them find out where Harry had gone to.

''Not yet. Have you?'' Mcgonagall called back.

''No, but I'm going to keep on searching until I find something, anything that will tell me where he is.'' Dumbledore answered, the ever present twinkle in his eye, seemed to have been extinguished.

''Oh Albus, will he be ok?''

''I hope so Minerva, I hope so.''

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''Well done Gilbert, very good job.'' Voldemort said, in a pleased voice.

''Thank......thank you master.'' Gilbert answered happily.

''Now for your reward. You shall be the one to help me make Potter's last minutes alive, very unpleasant for him.'' Voldemort said this as though he were giving someone the treat of a lifetime.

''Thank you...so much master.'' Gilbert replied gratefully. The Death Eater with the silver mask looked on silently, he seemed to be Voldemort's second in command, he was the leader of the Death Eaters, and his silver mask glinted in the fire light as he loomed over Gilbert ominously.

''Well then, lets go and visit Potter one last time before we give him exactly what he deserves.'' Voldemort laughed, a sound that seemed to crack the very air surrounding them, his red eyes glinting maliciously, the laughter raking from him, making the skin on Gilbert's neck raise up in goosebumps.



Voldemort and the Death Eater in silver, walked slowly down the many stone steps to the dungeons, followed by Gilbert, who held his wand out ready, anticipating what was to come

Harry sat up suddenly as he heard the heavy dungeon door and three sets of footsteps enter in to the dungeon, and the dull thud of the door as it shut tightly behind them. A sense of dread filled Harry, he knew what was coming next, it was either his death or more excruciating torture, and right now he would prefer the first option.

''Well Potter, have you thought of any information that I might find useful.'' Voldemort asked coldly, not caring if harry had any or not, he wa going to die either way.

''Why actually yes I have thought of quite a few things I think you really need to know.'' Harry replied innocently and sincerely.

''I'm glad you've seen sense, defying me will only get you killed. What are these things that I need to know?'' Voldemort asked impatiently.

''Well first off, red eyes really don't suit you, secondly you really should learn some manners, I have been really uncomfortable sitting here, I only hope you don't treat all your guests this way. And lastly you really should think about cleaning your teeth or fangs, whatever you call those things, because your breath really smells. Hasn't anyone ever told you.'' Harry said, thinking that if he was going to die he may as well have some fun first. He wasn't even afraid of Voldemort anymore.

''YOUR CHEEK WILL GET YOU NOWHERE FAST POTTER.'' Voldemort screamed at Harry, it was the first and the last time anybody would ever think about insulting Lord Voldemort, after watching Voldemort and Gilbert both simultaneously hold Harry under the Crucatius curse for quarter of an hour, without stopping. As the sound of screaming escalated to a pitch that was unbearable, Voldemort let the curse drop and watched happily as Harry lay on his side, still magically bound to the chair that had toppled over when his jerking had become too violent for it to stay upright successfully.

When Harry regained consiousness, he felt a breath of fresh air bursting through his lungs, and for one wild moment he thought he was free, that he had escaped somehow or that he had been rescued. But he opened his eyes and saw that infact he was still tied to the same chair, only now he was outside and sitting in the centre of a huge circle of Death Eaters, and standing right in front of him was Voldemort grinning maniacally. Harry tasted blood on his lip and accirately assumed that Voldemort and his Death Eaters had been having some fun with him while he was unconscious.

The circle of Death Eaters surrounding Harry moved in closer and clsoer to him on Voldemorts command until they were standing only five feet away from him.

''Well well Potter, I finally have you right where I want you and no-ones here to save you this time, no parents, no Godfather, no Dumbledore you really are all alone.'' Voldemort said as he moved in closer and closer to Harry until he was only inches away from his face. ''Your going to die all by yourself.'' Harry moved his head as far away from Voldemorts face that he could possibly go, being still bound to the chair, and grimaced.

''I see you didn't take my advice about your teeth.'' Harry said, his voice hoarse from the screaming.

''It's amazing how you still have the nerve to answer back after what I have done to you.'' Voldemort said darkly, as he stepped back to his place in the circle, the Death Eater in the silver mask, twitching, shifting from foot to foot, holding something in his hand, concealed by his black cloak, catching his attention only briefly. ''Unfortunately I am tired of playing your games Potter.'' Voldemort said as he rasied his wand level with Harry's chest. ''Do you have any last words?''

''Yeah, Fuck you.'' Harry shouted as he prepared himelf for the inevitable green flash that was soon to take every breath out of his body, leaving him sitting motionless in the chair.

''Avada.....''

At that moment the Death Eater in the silver mask, broke out of the circle with a single piece of parchment in his hand, dodging flashes of red and green light from the others wands, he raced to Harrys side and forced the parchment into Harry's hand, just as a stunning spell hit him square in the back. The familiar tugging sensation behind Harrys navel pulled him and the rebellious Death Eater forward away from the circle of Death Eaters, just as a flash of green light singed the tips of Harry's hair. The images of the Death Eaters fading out of sight and the sound of Voldemorts angry screams dissolving in Harry's surroundings, as the portkey took him home, back to Hogwarts.

Harry felt the chair hit the hard castle floor as he finally reached Hogwarts, he looked around and saw that he was in the Magical Maintenence classroom, and laying at his feet was the Death Eater in the silver mask who had risked his own life to save Harry. The Death Eater whose mask had slipped revealing a hooked nose, and a strand of jet black greasy hair.

''Snape?''

(A.N Thanks for reviewing guys, I'm sorry if this is a bit of a cliffie but at least you know that Harry is safe. Review please to let me know what ya'll think thank you. Thanks love ya'll loads ice princess12. Only a few more chappie's to go, then we are on to story number two.)

(hahero01 - I know my parents drive me crazy too, but I promise I won't stop just because I'm going into year 12, I'm definatey doing all three stories that I have planned and possibly a marauders story after that too.)