Disclaimer: This is not JKR, this is a hopelessly obsessed fan. And it is not George Orwell either.
Chapter Two
"Ah, so I see you have seen your little friend. It is a pity that one like that should disobey me, she could be of such great use," said the Lord cruelly.
Harry was so enraged he had the strength to pull away from Voldemort's grasp. "She would never help you!" He ran back through the dark, damp dungeon and slammed into Hermione's cell. "Hermione! Hermione! I won't let him hurt you! We can esca –"
He was cut off by a powerful voice booming, "Cruciatus!"
Harry collapsed on the floor for the second time that afternoon. He was screaming in agony, writhing and twitching, about to lose consciousness – and then – "STOP IT!" screamed Hermione.
To his surprise, the Lord obeyed. He muttered something under his breath, and Harry felt his head clear – but only for a second. He felt dizzy. "Now stand up and follow me,"
Harry got to his feet and began to follow down the shadowy hallway. He had only felt like this once before, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
It all came back to him in a flash. Fourth year – Professor Moody, the Unforgivable curses – the Imperius Curse. Professor Moody had cast the Imperius Curse upon them all in fourth year, but Harry had resisted.
"Harry. Follow me!"
He gritted his teeth and told himself, "Do not follow. Do not follow. No one can make you follow." He saw Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was fascinated, egging him on.
Suddenly, the curse was lifted. "Stupefy!" Everything went black.
Chapter Three
Harry opened his eyes, but immediately shut them against the brightness. He was lying down on a cold, hard surface, but other than that, felt nothing. Whenever a sound was made, it echoed in his head, but other than that, nothing was abnormal.
Harry tried to sit up, but couldn't. His arms and legs seemed to be strapped down to the table.
He heard a high, cruel laugh. "That's no use, I'm afraid, Harry."
Although he couldn't see, he knew exactly who was talking. "Where am I?"
"You, Harry, are in Room 101," said the voice.
"Room 101?"
"Yes."
"And what exactly is Room 101? What else is in it?"
"You know exactly what is in it, Harry Potter."
"I – I do?" Harry faltered.
"Yes. The contents of Room 101 vary from person to person. The contents of Room 101 are you greatest fear. There is no one who can save you from Room 101. You can put no one in here in your place. You are stuck here, and there is no way out."
"I fear nothing, neither pain nor death."
"Everyone fears something. It is just a matter of whether you will tell us or not."
Harry spat at the man's feet. "I fear nothing!"
For a moment, Voldemort seemed taken aback, then waved his wand and unchained Harry. "Very well, we shall have to continue tomorrow, then. Portus."
Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel and started spinning around, faster and faster. He slammed into the stone wall of the cell. Pain overtook him and wracked his body. He was grateful when consciousness slipped away.
A/N - I will be writing more to this, so don't say it's too short. But please review.