A/N: Sorry, it took me so long to update. I've had a bad case of writers block. Thanks for all the kind reviews. They were really encouraging. This one had me down for a while.
Kaye: O K... i have one word for u, LONGER! They are way too short and they
aren't even that exciting their so short! U need at least a page or more and if
u need to c how u should write, like good writers here are some: Angelic candy
and Full-Pensieve
PLease consider these and have some more beatings and add the Order and everything!!
Kaye: I appreciate you're input (despite the detestable use of chat speak) but I was really looking for thoughts on the storyline or tips to make it more interesting. (You know, "That was good" , "That sucked" and the like.) where as yours simply stated that I should change my own writing fashion to be more like "good authors". Angelic Candy and Full-Pensive are excellent, but they have their own style and I have mine. I know my chapters are rather short, but that's just how I write, so back off and get a hobby.
deep breath Okay, sorry about that. Now, for more of the story.
Harry was standing in the middle of his cell. He'd decided that if any more death eaters returned to taunt him (which was more than likely) he wanted to face them standing up.
Sure enough, after about an hour a small band of death eaters entered the chamber. Unfortunately, Harry idea did not go as planned, because as the last figure stepped inside his scar exploded with pain and he found himself, yet again lying on the floor and clutching his forehead.
The chamber rang with the death eaters' laughter, but one laugh stood out from the rest. It was higher, colder, and as the pain in Harry's head subsided he realized who that laugh belonged to. Lord Voldemort.
The death eaters on either side stepped back, creating a path as the dark wizard's tall form moved forward. Harry quickly scrambled to his feet, removing his hand from his brow, even though the soreness was far from gone.
At last he stood face to face with the abomination, who's pitiless red eyes reflected in the dim torchlight with a vindictive pleasure.
"How kind of you to join us, Mr. Potter," the cruel voice sneered. "Why it's been, what, a whole to months since our last encounter? Much too long, don't you agree?" Harry clenched his teeth, refusing to give Voldemort the pleasure of hearing his reply.
Voldemort however seemed unperturbed by Harry silence. He merely chuckled sadistically and said, "Lucius told me you were in something of a state when he came to greet you. From what I hear you behaved quite rudely. Not at all in the manner should one's guest conduct themselves." Harry recognized the attempt to provoke him and remained stolid.
Voldemort sighed theatrically and unsheathed his wand. "I think a lesson in manners would be appropriate at this time, don't you think, Lucius?"
The masked death eater on Voldemort's left nodded slightly and an indistinguishable murmur of excitement spread through the pack.
Voldemort smirked and uttered the dreaded word that caused intense agony to course throughout Harry's entire being and forced him to his knees. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the nausea that threatened to overcome him.
At last, the pain decreased and he lifted his head to see Voldemort's reaction. The dark wizard loomed above him, a twisted smile playing about his lipless face.
"Bastard," Harry spat and let his head drop.
Voldemort frowned and crouched down until he and Harry were on the same level.
"You should be grateful, Potter", he hissed, grabbing Harry's face and forcing it up.
The death eaters fell silent..
Harry jerked away, angrily. "Grateful for what?"
"For allowing you to live this long."
in case any of you were wondering, Voldemort is obviously not effected by the shield spell.