This ones a shocker. Please review, I would really like you to let me know what you think of the turn of events.

Chapter 13 - Prisoners

Buffy blearily awoke, not opening her eyes.
"Sirius," she mumbled, "Stop hogging the covers." When there was no response, she opened her eyes a crack and what she saw around her made her sit up in shock. She was wearing loose robes, not her own, and lying on a huge four poster bed, on top of the red and gold brocaded coverlet. Sumptuous velvet curtains were drawn around the bed, cocooning her inside, and making her fearful for what was outside. The memories of the ball came flooding back, looking for Sirius, finding him, but it wasn't him, and then being taken away by portkey. After that was nothingness. She glanced at her watch and then did a double take, for the date said the 17th, meaning she had been in this place for two days. She felt a wave of nausea rise in her stomach, but it passed, and she began to come to her slayer senses, for self preservation. However she could tell that something was wrong, that he strength was out, as she felt just as she had when she had undergone her slayer tests.

Buffy knelt up, and gingerly opened the curtain a crack, just enough for her to see through into the room. She was in a large room, richly furnished, with detailed tapestries hung on the stone walls, and flaming torches supported in iron brackets. There was not much in the room, a large antique armoire and two wooden chairs. The only other thing was another bed, the twin to her own, with the curtains also pulled.

Pushing open the curtains she climbed off of her bed and stood on the rug that's covered the flag stoned floor. There were no windows to the room, making it dark and dungeon-like. The first thing Buffy did was try to open the thick wooden door, with no luck, as she had expected. She tried to force it, but without her slayer strength, she had no more affect than an ant. Looking around the room told her she had no other escape routes available, the room was designed to keep people in it.
Listening carefully for any sounds, Buffy approached the second bed, and again opened the curtains enough for her to peek in. When she saw who occupied the bed, she pushed them wide open. Harry lay on the bed, sleeping soundly it appeared.
Buffy pushed the curtains wide open and knelt on the bed.

"harry, harry wake up," she called softly. He murmured something inconceivable.
"Harry, c'mon its time to be awake now," she tried again, and Harry's eyes slowly opened. He sat up suddenly.

"Where the hell am I?" he gasped. "what's going on?"

"Chill for a sec," Buffy said pushing him back to lie down. "It looks like we've been kidnapped. Portkeys at the ball right?" Harry nodded and sat up again.

"I don't know where we are," she said softly, "But I'm guessing Voldemort isn't far off. I've got no strength, have you got any power?" Harry attempted to levitate a water jug that was on top of the armoire, but he was unsuccessful.
"Right," Buffy said bravely, "Looks like it's up to our wits. There's no way out of here, so we have to wait for someone to come." At that moment, they heard a dull scraping of a key in the lock, and wide eyed they watched the door slowly open. Peter Pettigrew, unmasked came into the room.
"You," Harry said furiously. Peter shivered slightly at the temperature in the room, and raised his wand. Before Harry or Buffy could make a move, they were stunned by his wand.

"Enervate."

Buffy came around for the second time that day, quicker this time, having only been stunned. She found herself in another room, long and also richly furnished. Tall stained glassed windows lined one wall, hung with blood red velvet drapes. A long table ran down the centre of the room, dark wood, with matching chairs all around it. Buffy and Harry, who had also been awaken found themselves chained to two of these chairs at one end of the table. At the head of the table at their end, sat a man who they had both met, and the other chairs were filled with people Harry recognised as his death eaters, among them Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Good evening to you," Lord Voldemort said silkily, "I hope you are well this evening. Please, don't mind me, eat up, I'm sure you are going to need to keep your strength up." He threw his head back, and laughed, a high cold cruel laugh that brought goose bumps to both Harry and Buffy's necks. The death eaters joined him in his laughter, and the room filled and echoed with their mirthless laughs. Neither of them touched any of the food laid out in front of them, they both knew better than that.
"Suit yourselves," Voldemort said still chuckling, then snapping his fingers. Two masked men removed the food from the table.

"I expect you are wondering why I have brought you here." Voldemort said airily. "You have been in my custody for the previous two days, sleeping off the effects of the disarming we have had to take place. I expect you have already found out just how little power the two of you currently possess. I advise you not to try anything, you will be unsuccessful at any escape attempts." As if in response to this, both Harry and Buffy squirmed in their seats as if their chains would magically loosen. Voldemort chuckled lightly again.

"Why didn't you kill us already?" Harry spat. "Don't tell me you've gone soft, you didn't have any problems killing my parents when the time came. If you're going to do it, just do it. You'll get what you want, I've got no power, just do it now!"

"Harry, Harry, Harry you disappoint me," Voldemort surveyed him. "If that was my intention, I assure you that you would indeed be dead. Fortunately for you, that was not my purpose in bringing you here."

"Then what do you want with us?" Buffy said venomously.
"Ah yes the slayer," Voldemort said, narrowing his snake eyes. "But not just any slayer. I have heard tell of you, the longest surviving, the best. That which they all fear. You have power indeed, young one." Buffy spat at him.
"She certainly feisty, isn't she?" Voldemort addressed his death eaters. "She will do nicely." He took a thick linen napkin and wiped the spit from the table. Then he turned back to harry and Buffy.
"No, tonight I have brought you here to dine with me. Enjoy the surroundings Lucius has provided for you. You are the guests of honour tonight indeed." Voldemort motioned to Wormtail who stood a little behind him, and whispered in his ear. With a quick look, five men that neither Buffy or Harry recognised left the room with Wormtail.
"Now, I have a proposition for," Voldemort announced, smiling a cold smile. "I would like for you to join me, the both of you to work at my right hand. With your power Harry, and your fighting skills, Slayer, we could be unstoppable. I have seen the both of you fight, and I believe that together, there would be no resistance. The power we would possess together would be infinite and infallible." Harry almost laughed.
"Join you?" he said incredulously. "Are you joking? ARE YOU INSANE? MY PARENTS, SIRIUS , SO MANY PEOPLE DIED AT YOUR HAND AND YOU EXPECT ME TO JOIN YOU? Never, I would die before it." Voldemort turned to Buffy, smiling slightly.
"I'm a slayer," she said, more controlled than Harry. "I could never align myself with filth like you. You're nothing to me, I have power, power you will never possess or understand."

Voldemort openly smiled indulgently.

"You do not disappoint me," he said. "I did not expect any kind of willingness from either of you. So I thought I could provide a little incentive." He made a quite motion with his hand, and Wormtail and the five other death eaters entered the dining room, dragging three gagged and struggling people. Harry tried to stand up but his chains restricted him. He shut his eyes quickly, and covered his face with his hands. He took a few deep breaths, to regain his control, then removed his hands. His hands flew to his mouth, and he nearly heaved. Buffy sat frozen, motionless, as still as a person could be, if it were not for the tears that silently poured down her face.
"Mommy?" she whispered.

Harry could not speak as he looked into the fearful eyes of his parents. His mother and father, James and Lily Potter.