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Lady of Masbolle.

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Just one comment i received from that swedish page I mentioned, someone thinking these next 2 to 3 chapters being too much alike, but I thought they were important to have to see how the situation really was and people's reactions, that's all comments now, read on. A/N

Chilly...

The grass was nice and chilly under Harry's bare feets.

"What's that aching?" he wondered.

The stars above him were getting darker and darker.

"Am I dreaming and waking up or falling asleep and starting to have a nightmare?"

Suddenly Harry moaned.

"Something's wrong here..."

Harry suddenly remembered the previous day and tried to look around. But it was pitch black, he still had the blindfold over his eyes. He tried moving but stopped when feeling the pain in his stomach. He could actually move around if he wanted to, he'd been through worser pains before but chose not to in case there were internal wounds.

His hands were no use either, by now they were totally numb but the blankets had at least served their purpose of keeping him a little bit warm.

Harry sighed and the feelings of loneliness and hopelesness returned. He didn't long for anyone alive though, he longed for Sirius now more than ever. But he was not coming storming in and saving the day. Last time had indeed been the last time ever.

Harry tried to move his hands around to do something about the ropes but they were really tight. He was too hungry and thirsty to try something drastic, not that there was anything he could do. He tried for maybe an hour to cut the rope with his nails with no success.

"What's with Voldemort anyway? He kows that I'm the only person in the whole world who will be able to kill him. And he says he wants me to stay alive at all costs? He must be having some hell of a illussion of grandeu. Or he's really serious about revenging the 14 years he was gone. One thing is certain though, he's not going to let me get out from here alive if no one saves me. I can just resist as long as possible and hope someone finds me before he gets tired of me..."

Suddenly his stomach gave out a big growl.

"I wonder if they are planning on letting me die by starvation, or if they think I'll talk when I'm hungry enough. Or if they just want me to beg for food as they apparently wants me to beg for death."

Harry stayed there on the blankets for some more hours thinking on different things like blaming different people for his situation before he realized something.

"How could I've been so stupid?" he thought. "It was so obvious, how often are there rats running around at the Dursleys? And I know that Wormtail is with Voldemort, I could have mentioned it all to Dumbledore and he would've taken me to the Headquarters."

It felt like it was ages ago when he and Dumbledore talked even though it was probably just ten hours ago, he thought so anyway. Harry had actually no idea how long it was since he disappeared.

After a while he heard how the locks were being unlocked and the door creaked open.

Someone walked into his cell, put down something metallic on the floor and walked closer to Harry. It sounded like he bent down infront of him.

Harry gasped as a hand quickly took a tight grasp around his hair and banged his head down on the floor, holding his head down.

A knife cut off the blindfold which was taken but Harry was either blinded by the light coming from the opened door or couldn't see anything by the darkness in the rest of the room.

The knife was also inserted between Harry's hand and cut off the ropes around his wrists and his hair was released. Harry started crawling closer to the wall where he sat up and massaged his wrists.

"You stay calm now boy" the man said, Harry didn't recognise his voice though. Probably a new recruit he thought.

"I came to give you food" he continued.

Harry blinked and could see some more now, a silhoutte of a man in robes inside the cell and one outside the cell holding a wand. And there on the floor was a small metallic tray, on it a plate with something looking like a soup, a bit old dry bread, a spoon, a glass of water and a lit candle. It didn't look so tasty but Harry's hungry stomach would accept anything. He started crawling slowly towards the tray when the man stopped him with his feet.

"Not yet" he said while taking out his wand. "Crucio!"

"Wha?" Harry managed to say before the curse hit him and he screamed as loud as he could by the excruciating pain. It didn't last long though, just after a few seconds he stopped and Harry manage to bring himself around quickly.

"Wha.. Why did you do that for?" he managed to ask rather quietly.

"I have orders to torture prisoners every time I give them food" he answered and left. The door slammed shut and the locks were locked again.

Harry crawled over to the tray and took the spoon in a shaky hand. For a few seconds he looked at the soup. It was watery and it looked like it contained meat and beans. He took a spoon full, chewed and swallowed. Waiting for some seconds to see if it was poisoned with something like veritaserum or something giving pain. Nothing happened and Harry started eating it all up quickly. It did taste like shit but with no food for several hours he could eat anything.

After he had eaten everything he just sat back looking around in his room. It was indeed small, no windows, no openings at all anywhere. Stone floor, walls and roof. The only way out of there seemed to be the door.

Suddenly Harry noticed that they had left the rope around his throat. He started trying to get the knot open and succeded after a while. He put the rope on the tray and put one end into the candlelight so it started burning slowly. Harry just didn't want it to get dark again. He was tired of darkness but knew that more light would just mean pain.

Sitting back he started to wonder how long time he'd been here already. Understanding that he probably wouldn't see the sun until someone saved him, which could be weeks away, he took the spoon in his hand and started scratching on the wall. Indeed he managed to create a faint and short line. This he understood was the only way for him to measure time, to scratch out a line for every time he got food. The question remaining was how often he would be given food. Harry scratched some more, enlarging the line and to get his mind on something else.

He sat and watched as the candle died and the rope started to burn with a flame, not big but better than no light at all.

Smoke went up to the roof and into a small ventilation hole he didn't notice earlier. He stood up and was able to reach the hole, it seemed to be going straight up, no light was visible in it though. Way too small to climb through, that was no escape route either.

He sat back down and watched the rope burning and felt lonely again. He hated to admit it but he knew that he'd rather be kidnapped with a friend so they could at least talk and comfort eachother. Harry sighed deeply and the rope stopped burning, or what was left of it anyway. An almost total darkness consumed him except for a faint glowing and a smell of burned rope which slowly disappated.

He grabbed one of the blankets, wrapped it around himself and sat with his knees to his chin. He just sat there waiting for some hours, awake. Wondering what would happen next. He had stopped shaking, the guard was probably not as good with the Cruciatus as Voldemort or Bellatrix were. But it gave enough pain anyway.

Suddenly the locks were unlocked and the door opened. Harry couldn't see through the light who the people standing in the opening were.

"Come" one of them said.

Harry who was getting rather scared again stood up slowly and walked to the opening. He had no other choice anyway, he knew that they would get him to follow them one way or another anyway.

It was two Death Eaters who led him through the corridors which Harry now could see, being without that blindfold. It was stone walls, floor and ceiling here too, lit by torches hanging from the walls. They took Harry to the left out from the cell into a corridor which seemed to end with a wooden door. In fact there was another corridor leading from this one to the right, which looked like it led into a bigger one. But Harry was taken to the wooden door. Someone on the other side of the door must have heard them because the door opened and Harry was pushed inside. The man opening the door closed it and locked.

This room, which was also built by stones and lit by torches much like the corridor, was scary to say the least. There were four tables in the room with chains and shackles apparently to hold wrists and ankles. There were also smaller tables which had different kinds of knives and needles. And also chains hanging from the roof here and there.

The Death Eater by the door roughly pushed Harry in the direction of three other Death Eaters. One of them was Bellatrix.

"Take of your t-shirt" she said and smirked.

Harry swallowed, did as she said and threw his t-shirt onto the floor. It wasn't so cold in here even though Harry only had short pajamas pants on. He noticed that there were two really small openings close to the roof with sunlight shining through them.

Two of the Death Eaters roughly grabbed his wrists and locked them in shakles hanging from the ceiling. It was a rather uncomfortable position and Harry looked up to see if the chains could be forced off the ceiling but Bellatrix grabbed his head and forced him to look straight at her.

"Now Harry, tell me where the Order's Headquarters are" she said, smiling softly.

"Heh, this is easy" he thought.

"I.." he managed to say before he heard a whip hitting his back and felt sudden pain explode in a line over his back and the pain going through his body like a wave. He screamed out loud, lost his balance and started hanging limply from the chains.

"That's good Arci" she said to someone behind Harry before looking again straight at him. Her face had a mad smile, her hand went up to Harry's face and started stroking his chin slowly. Harry noticed her long black nails which looked like they were meant to cut meat.

"We just wanted to show you what you'll receive this time for not answering or for angering us, this whip you see is a magic one of course. It delievers pain through your whole body, the wounds can't be healed by magic except for one charm which was invented by the same man who created the whip. And they always leaves scars. But please continue, you were saying?"

A drip of blood ran down from one end of the aching line Harry felt on his back.

"I.." he started. "There's a Fidelius Charm over the place"

"Then who is the Secret Keeper?" she asked softly.

"This will just make her angry..."

"Dumbledore"

Bellatrix's smile disappeared.

"So you say... too bad, nothing more to do there" she made a sign with her hand and the whip hit Harry once more. It hurt like hell this time too and Harry had no chance of keeping his scream quiet. A tear of pain leaked out.

"Why don't they just use Veritaserum or something?"

"We will continue. I have a list here" she said while taking up a small parchment from her pocket. "With the names of people we want to know where they are and after that we will continue to the names of the members in the Order. You will probably not know where most of these people are so don't worry baby-Potter, but the part after that should be easy." Her smirk returned.

Harry didn't really listen but was more occupied with the pain on his back. He had had no idea how much it hurt to be whipped, and they had just done it twice. He wanted away, back to his cell, anything.

"Let's start with the traitor Igor Karkaroff"

"Uhm... he ran away.. after the third task, I don't know where he is..." Harry said quietly as if he spoke with himself.

"So I see, too bad for you" she said as her smile widened, madness glinted in her eyes. She loved this and had longed for it for all those years in Azkaban. The whip hit again and Harry screamed out in agony as pain flooded over him, another tear leaked out.

"Then tell me where Ludo Bagman and Severus Snape are hiding"

Harry breathed heavy and fastly before answering.

"Snape is still at Hogwarts I guess... I have no idea where Bagman i- ARGH!" the whip hit him even before he finished.

"Stop this, please stop this..."

"All right" Bellatrix continued. "Then start giving me names of members of the Order, and I know that you know several, you have met them, talked to them, lived with them, don't lie if you want to rest."

He would just be whipped more anyway and he would never betray his friends, he felt bold again thinking of his friends, a smile crept up on his face.

"Dumbledo-ARRGH" he said as the whip hit again.

"You are too kind baby-Potter, giving me this pleasure, but you're also foolish, speak and we will let you rest, don't anger us"

Harry closed his eyes and tried to think on something in his past, but the aching on his back and now from his wrists where the shackles had started cutting into the skin didn't allow it. He started hoping that this was just another bad dream, a really long dream.

"You won't talk?" Harry heard her chuckling before the whip hit again. Harry screamed again and continued to hang limply.

"speak" whip, scream.

"speak!" whip, scream.

"SPEAK!" whip, scream.

Bellatrix grabbed Harry's face and shouted "speak!!" again as the whip hit once more. Harry couldn't stop some tears that leaked out, it was too much even for him this time. And Bellatrix was laughing loudly by the scene. He could feel lonely drops of blood running slowly down his back, lonely like himself.

"You think this is hard? Just wait until I start working as I did fifteen years ago, this is just starter baby-Potter. But I think we will stop here for this time. Realease him and return him to his cell."

Bellatrix walked past Harry as one of the Death Eaters unlocked the shackles and Harry who wasn't able to find his balance quick enough fell down onto the floor. The whip had totally exhausted him.

The Death Eaters grabbed his arms, lifted his body and dragged him through the corridor to his cell where they dropped him on his stomach, left and closed the door.

Harry reached out in the darkness and found some blankets which he dragged in under him and continued to lie on his stomach.

"How the hell am I supposed to survive here? I couldn't even handle the first torture, if no one comes soon then I'm dead. No surprise there. What the hell am I thinking? I don't want to be here, I'd be anywhere but in the very hands of those who want me nothing but pain and death. I'd rather even be in a detention with Mr Filch. I can't die this way, I have to resist."

Harry felt some more drops of blood running down his sides. The wounds hadn't healed yet apparently.

Harry tried thinking back on his friends and stuff they've done in school. Sirius' happiness during the last christmas, Tonks changing faces the previous summer at the Grimmauld Place during dinner. Quidditch. He tried to think of the feelings of total freedome and happiness which always floods over him when flying. To fall asleep to it, but sleep wasn't a possibility. He wasn't sleepy at all and the wounds on his back was still aching too much.

But he continued to think while not knowing at all what was happening in the rest of the world. Not knowing how the people he thought of was taking his disappearance.

Lying in the complete darkness, saving his strengths and feeling lonely, scared of what awaited him in the days to come.

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One more night
To bear this nightmare
What more do I have to say

Crying for me was never worth a tear
My lonely soul is only filled with fear

Long hours of loneliness
Between me and the sea

/From "Ocean Soul" by Nightwish