&Wow. This chapter was totally different in my rough draft. Probably because I originally wrote this on my old computer, so when we got a new one and the old one went in my room and the new one doesn't have a floppy drive so I had to retype this chapter on the new one because the one in my room doesn't have the internet. Oh well.&

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Chapter Four

Harry slowly rose out of a deep sleep. He reached his hand toward his bedside table to grope for his glasses, he didn't find them, in fact he couldn't even find his bedside table. Harry slowly opened his eyes to find his glasses were still on; he didn't understand for a moment why his glasses were on. Then it all came flooded back.

Harry groaned and mentally kicked himself for falling asleep. He slowly pushed himself out of bed, then walked to the opposite corner of his cell to relive himself in the toilet. After wards Harry sank into a dark corner of the room. None of this made sense. Voldemort spent sixteen years trying to kill him, now he suddenly had a change of heart. It must have been something he heard from the prophecy because Voldemort was all set on killing him before Harry told him. It also had something to do with the line 'HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT'. Voldemort mentioned that. If only Hermione was here, she was best at solving these things. Half an hour later Harry's head was spinning and he still didn't get any closer in solving it. He finally decided to focus his attention on a different matter: Escape.

Harry looked over every inch of his cell, trying to find some weakness. He did find a few cracks that, if he had his wand, he could force open. Unfortunately he didn't and Harry wasn't about to force the cracks open with his teeth. Besides the cell was most likely reinforced with magic. Abandoning the thought of trying to force his cell open he tried to come up with another plan.

The only thing he could think of is maybe slipping away when a guard came to feed him or something. Harry knew if that was going to happen he might have to over throw some pretty big men. There was no way in hell he could do that being as scrawny and small as he was. He got on the floor and started doing pushups and sit-ups. Plus if he ever hoped of escaping he still wanted to play Quidditch. He'll have to find a way around the life long ban but if he can escape from here anything is possible. Except the one thing Harry wanted most. To live a normal life.

After jogging in place for an hour, Harry stopped and was completely still. He had heard foot steps echoing outside his cell. Harry got ready for Phrase 1: take out guard. He bent his knees slightly ready to run, and put his fist up in fighting stance ready to attack if necessary. Harry never got the chance to do anything he was planning because the person that walked through the door was the last person he expected.

"Sirius?" Harry said relaxing his muscles as he saw his godfather walk through the door.

"I'm dead, Harry, remember you killed me." Sirius said walking toward Harry.

"What?" Harry said shaking his head. "I was just trying to save you it was an accident. Sirius, I swear you have to believe me."

"Why?" Sirius asked. "All you have ever done is cause people pain, Harry, if you were never born I would still be alive, so would Cedric. Think about it, Harry if you were never born, many more people would be alive, Lily and James would still be alive. You killed them, Harry. You are going to end up killing everyone in the end, you can't save them. You are better giving up.."

Harry fell to his knees, tears were streaming down his face. "I know I killed them I killed them all. I never meant though, it was an accident. I swear!"

"Even if it was an accident, it doesn't change anything." Sirius said slowly circling Harry. "You don't deserve to be happy, Harry. Join Voldemort as punishment for killing them all. Become a Death Eater."

Harry stopped crying and looked up at Sirius, "What?" Sirius would never say that something was up.

Sirius growled and turned into Lily Potter. "Harry, my son," she said softly, "Join Voldemort, it's the right thing to do."

"Mum?" Harry said standing up. "What are you talking about? You know I would never join Voldemort." Harry knew now that this must be a trick, and that got Harry mad. He showed weakness. In front of his arch enemy, no less.

Lily then turned into James, "Son, I order you to join the Dark Lord."

"Voldemort!" Harry called out ignoring his 'father'. "It's over I know this is all a joke. Come on out Voldemort I win, I didn't join you. That wasn't a bad try though." Harry said the understatement of the year, if Voldemort ever knew how close Harry was to giving in. It was when Sirius changed into his mother, he then knew it was a trick.

Voldemort said and waved his wand and the fake James disappeared. "You should have joined me when you had the chance know you've made you life so much worse."

Harry rolled his eyes. "My life has gone from bad to worse every time I turn around. Mostly thanks to you."

"I'm glad I could be of service." Voldemort said. "However, none of that will compare to this." Voldemort raised his wand and ropes shot out of it and tied around Harry's hands and feet. Voldemort then said "Stupefy." Harry's world went black.

Harry slowly woke up, he tried to pick up his hand to rub his eye out of sleep, only to find he couldn't lift his arms. Harry opened his eyes and saw that his hands and feet were chained to a table, also his stomach was chained. Harry found that completely unnecessary because there was no way he was getting out of this. Harry also found his shirt was gone, which just magnified the cold. To make the situation even worse Voldemort appeared.

"You should have joined me the first time I asked." Voldemort said a nasty grin on his face.

"Where am I?" Harry asked.

"Welcome," Voldemort said, "to your own personal hell."