Alive; Chapter 4: Songless Story
Harry tried to fight against all of the force of Malfoy and Lestrange. Unfortunately, he felt a sharp pain in the back of the head. He stood up, and then collapsed into the dirt. Everything went blank.
When he woke up, he could smell the odor of death. It was almost all darkness where he was. Harry was lying on a cold stone floor. He knew it wasn't going to end the way he wanted. He lifted his head; it felt heavy, just like when he drank some alcohol that Dudley had left by his bedroom door. He turned around, and heard voices whispering something. "I think he's waking up," came Ron's voice. "Ron?" Harry said in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah? You awake?" Ron said quietly.
"Well, no kidding," Harry said coldly. Harry sat up against the wall and sighed. "Harry, listen, I'm really sorry about what we said, but I know I just had to say that before—" Hermione said. As if on cue, the door to the chamber opened, and in came several Death Eaters, most of which Harry couldn't recognize, and the bald head of Voldemort was shining in the dim light. "Ah...it's awake," he said in an icy tone. "How've you been, Potter? I must say, you've grown into 'quite the young man' since I saw you in June. How have your friends here been doing? Where's the fat one and the one that's really...strange? No answer? Well...let's just cut to the chase, then. You see, I'm the Dark Lord, and therefore, seeing as you're the Boy-Who-Lived, I'm supposed to kill you, and...well, you get the idea. I'm going to torture you right in front of your little friends here. Then, you're going to scream like a 4-year-old, and they're going to laugh, okay? Good. Now, let's get to work."
Harry ignored what he was saying. The Death Eaters all had large sticks, knives, whips, or some other form of a weapon. "Now, lie down, and don't show any signs of defiance. We've now learned that Mr. Potter doesn't like to turn down a chance to prove himself strong." Harry thought about it, and then dropped to the floor, lying on his stomach with his face to the ground. "Good boy!" Voldemort said. "Now, men, please carry on, and I'm going to watch as he screams like a girl in front of his friends." Voldemort wrung his hands excitedly, and stood against the other wall, only about a foot from where Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were sitting, too stunned to move. Ron finally looked up at Voldemort. "What're you looking at? You're supposed to be watching your friend suffer!" Ron didn't look away. Voldemort summoned a spider, and flung it at Ron. "AH!!" Ron said, and curled up into a ball in the corner. Ginny couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her brother.
Hermione, however, was still watching the torture. Harry was still standing strong. Hermione could tell he was resisting the urge to scream. And she knew he wouldn't. One of the Death Eaters' thin sticks was hitting his bare back. Hermione started crying at the sight of it. Harry looked up at her. He gave a weak smile, and then dropped his head to the ground. Hermione screamed. Ginny looked at what she'd been watching earlier. Her eyes widened. Harry's body was covered in blood.
A knife was about to be struck into his neck, when— "MALFOY! DON'T YOU DARE!! WE WANT HIM TO DIE SLOWLY, NOT QUICKLY!" Voldemort took the knife away from him, and handed the knife to Wormtail. "HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT!!" And with that, Voldemort went back towards the cell that Hermione and her friends were being held in. When another stick hit Harry in the small of the back, Hermione knew he'd never be able to walk again.
"Okay, guys, enough. He's apparently unconscious. We'll just have to wait for him to wake up. Until then, we'll just sit back and devise more diabolical schemes to torture him. Wormtail, if you'd please do the honors?" Wormtail bowed, and lifted Harry's arm. He struck Harry in the arm in the same place he had nearly two years ago with the knife. Hermione was now crying so hard, she found it hard to breathe.
All laughing, Voldemort and the Death Eaters walked out of the chamber, leaving the four teenagers to suffer.
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AN: Yep, these chapters seem to be getting shorter and shorter...oh well! I'll write the next chapter in...twenty minutes!! YAY!! Until then, keep the reviews coming!!
Harry tried to fight against all of the force of Malfoy and Lestrange. Unfortunately, he felt a sharp pain in the back of the head. He stood up, and then collapsed into the dirt. Everything went blank.
When he woke up, he could smell the odor of death. It was almost all darkness where he was. Harry was lying on a cold stone floor. He knew it wasn't going to end the way he wanted. He lifted his head; it felt heavy, just like when he drank some alcohol that Dudley had left by his bedroom door. He turned around, and heard voices whispering something. "I think he's waking up," came Ron's voice. "Ron?" Harry said in a hoarse whisper.
"Yeah? You awake?" Ron said quietly.
"Well, no kidding," Harry said coldly. Harry sat up against the wall and sighed. "Harry, listen, I'm really sorry about what we said, but I know I just had to say that before—" Hermione said. As if on cue, the door to the chamber opened, and in came several Death Eaters, most of which Harry couldn't recognize, and the bald head of Voldemort was shining in the dim light. "Ah...it's awake," he said in an icy tone. "How've you been, Potter? I must say, you've grown into 'quite the young man' since I saw you in June. How have your friends here been doing? Where's the fat one and the one that's really...strange? No answer? Well...let's just cut to the chase, then. You see, I'm the Dark Lord, and therefore, seeing as you're the Boy-Who-Lived, I'm supposed to kill you, and...well, you get the idea. I'm going to torture you right in front of your little friends here. Then, you're going to scream like a 4-year-old, and they're going to laugh, okay? Good. Now, let's get to work."
Harry ignored what he was saying. The Death Eaters all had large sticks, knives, whips, or some other form of a weapon. "Now, lie down, and don't show any signs of defiance. We've now learned that Mr. Potter doesn't like to turn down a chance to prove himself strong." Harry thought about it, and then dropped to the floor, lying on his stomach with his face to the ground. "Good boy!" Voldemort said. "Now, men, please carry on, and I'm going to watch as he screams like a girl in front of his friends." Voldemort wrung his hands excitedly, and stood against the other wall, only about a foot from where Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were sitting, too stunned to move. Ron finally looked up at Voldemort. "What're you looking at? You're supposed to be watching your friend suffer!" Ron didn't look away. Voldemort summoned a spider, and flung it at Ron. "AH!!" Ron said, and curled up into a ball in the corner. Ginny couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her brother.
Hermione, however, was still watching the torture. Harry was still standing strong. Hermione could tell he was resisting the urge to scream. And she knew he wouldn't. One of the Death Eaters' thin sticks was hitting his bare back. Hermione started crying at the sight of it. Harry looked up at her. He gave a weak smile, and then dropped his head to the ground. Hermione screamed. Ginny looked at what she'd been watching earlier. Her eyes widened. Harry's body was covered in blood.
A knife was about to be struck into his neck, when— "MALFOY! DON'T YOU DARE!! WE WANT HIM TO DIE SLOWLY, NOT QUICKLY!" Voldemort took the knife away from him, and handed the knife to Wormtail. "HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT!!" And with that, Voldemort went back towards the cell that Hermione and her friends were being held in. When another stick hit Harry in the small of the back, Hermione knew he'd never be able to walk again.
"Okay, guys, enough. He's apparently unconscious. We'll just have to wait for him to wake up. Until then, we'll just sit back and devise more diabolical schemes to torture him. Wormtail, if you'd please do the honors?" Wormtail bowed, and lifted Harry's arm. He struck Harry in the arm in the same place he had nearly two years ago with the knife. Hermione was now crying so hard, she found it hard to breathe.
All laughing, Voldemort and the Death Eaters walked out of the chamber, leaving the four teenagers to suffer.
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AN: Yep, these chapters seem to be getting shorter and shorter...oh well! I'll write the next chapter in...twenty minutes!! YAY!! Until then, keep the reviews coming!!