Thanks again for the reviews, nice to see that you like it. Makes me happy in a nice way :)

Phantaghiro – Hmmm, never though about that with wandless magic, neither does Harry, and another point (I realy hope no one gets angry when I write this) but this story won't go so far as those with Harry killing Voldie. Oh, about apparating, Harry has no idea how to do that and how do you know if they don't have anti-apparate wards over the whole place? And again, the story is already finished, I'm just uploading it one chapter per day and reads your comments, though I read through every chapter before I upload them to check for typoes.

Lade of Masbolle – Yeah, I gotta admit that I had a great time writing Bellatrix' and Voldie's lines in this fic, so perfect evil, mad evil, an open evilness. She want people to know it was her because she loves when people fears and hates her. You just can't stop loving her taunting and behaviour. But now when I rereads these chapters I notice how much more evil I could've been to Harry. Especially after reading a fanfiction on called Crimson Bliss by TeaWithVoldy, though that one is for people over 17 only (I absolutely understand why). Another thing, you will only get to know what Harry knows in the story, no more no less. Oh btw, thanks for your comment about the writing, it warms my heart, I wonder if I'll be able to make someone cry as someone on that swedish page I mentioned said she did in one of the last chapters.

Anyway, on with the story now (see, I've learned from my mistake the last chapter and inserted a line between the comments and the story, I'm so evil that I'm scaring even myself).

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"This damn pain."

Harry had finally fallen asleep and had just awaken. Darkness pressed on everywhere. He couldn't see a thing which scared the hell out of him when he opened his eyes. What time or day it was he didn't know. Just that he was really hungry again and needed to visit a bathroom. He dreaded that they might force him to just do his natural needs right there on the floor.

He crawled out from the blankets and felt his way to the door where he stood up. Pain came again from his back though it had stopped bleeding now. He took a deep breath before challenging fate, lifting his hand and starting to bang on the door, shouting.

"Hey! Anyone out there! I need to visit a bathroom!"

Right infront of him light exploded over his eyes as someone on the other side opened a small hatch.

"Shut up boy!" he said. "There's a hole in the floor over there" he pointed to Harry's right, "if you're not happy about it, then pray for death as I'm gonna make you happy about it." The hatch was closed.

Harry felt his way to the hole, it was too small for him to escape through it and it was water filled. No paper, nothing to clean himself with but better than nothing he thought.

An hour or two went while Harry was lying on his stomach again, waiting for something to happen. Not wanting anything to happen except a faboulus rescue.

Suddenly the door creaked open again and the same metallic tray with the same items on it was placed on the floor. The guard walked up to Harry who was prepared for the promised dose of Cruciatus but instead he felt how a knee pressed on his neck, locking his head on the floor.

"No Cruciatus today boy, I have orders to heal your wounds" he said and Harry could see through the dim light that he was smiling. He took up his wand while putting his other knee over Harry's arm. He only had one he could move right now, his right arm, while the guard was sitting on his left side. His right arm couldn't reach anything either, especially not the guard's wand.

He chanted some words Harry didn't hear and a faint beam shoot out from his wand which was pointing down at one of Harry's wounds on his back. He first felt relieved, but then there was pain. Harry thought that it didn't feel like the guard was healing him, it felt like he was burning the wounds with a really hot light. The guard slowly dragged the burning light over the wounds while Harry screamed out in agony and tried to twitch but was locked down by the guard's heavy body and the weakness from the lack of food.

After some agonizing minutes the guard had finished and rose up. Harry leaned over to his side but received a hard and unexpected kick in his stomach.

"That's for disturbing me" the guard said and left the room. The door closed and was locked again.

Harry crawled over to the tray and ate, scratched a new line besides the old one and watched the candle die. Darkness consumed him again. The time passed as Harry sat in one courner thinking, waiting and sometimes crying.

He could feel six lines on the stonewall in the darkness. He had finished eating his sixth meal for just a few hours ago (so he though anyway), he had slept between each meal and had had no other contact with the outside world other than with the guard. Called Marforn as Harry had heard someone call him.

After this meal he heard what he had dreaded every time he had been given food. The door opening again and someone telling him to come.

Harry took off the blankets he had around him, trembling slightly with a thumping heart under his chest.

"Not again, let me sleep, let me go home" he thought.

They led him back to the torture chamber and locked the door again. He noticed that there were many more Death Eaters around this time than last time.

Two of them grabbed his arms and led him to one of the tables, Bellatrix was standing by it, smirking again.

"Please lie down Potter" she said.

Harry gulped.

"I'd rather stand up" he answered. Someone in the room made a small laugh. There were six Death Eaters in the room this time, counting Bellatrix.

"You will lie down on the table one way or another baby-Potter, you chose which way" she said smirking some more.

"As usual I have choices but I like none of them. It's like they want me to do everything freely..."

Harry hesitated, looked around. All Death Eaters, except Bellatrix had their masks on. Harry looked back at the wooden table before climbing up on it and lying down on the middle.

"I don't have any choice but I'm gonna regret this anyway" he thought.

Two Death Eaters roughly took his ankles and wrists and locked them in the shackles attached to the table. Harry, feeling scared and anxious, looked over at the knives lying on the small table by his. Bellatrix saw where he was looking and giggled.

"I won't use these this time, but you don't need to worry, I'll use them sometime before we kill you" she said. "This time we're going to try a methode with the Cruciatus Curse which we tried on the Longbottoms. Though we did become a bit overenthusiatic that time. But this time we all have specific orders of no permament damages." Her smile broadened.

"But first" she continued. "I'm going to update you on some things happening in the outside world." One of the Death Eaters handed her two Daily Prophets.

Harry just lay there watching around the room. There were two Death Eaters to his right and two on his left, Bellatrix was standing down at his feets while one Death Eater was standing by the door. In the openings by the ceiling he saw a red sunshine, was it evening light or dawn he didn't know.

"You may wonder where all Death Eaters came from and what we've been up to these last days" she opened one of the newspapers. "'New mass outbreak from Azkaban, three guards are dead and four are treated at st.Mungos. All Death Eaters captured in the Ministry of Mysteries in June are free. Minister Fudge warns the public of these very dangerous people'."

One by one the Death Eaters around him took off their masks. Lucius Mafloy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden MacNair and Antonin Dolohov were standing around him. The one at the door was probably the same "Arci" from last time Harry was in this room.

"We are indeed going to have a very nice time here Harry" Bellatrix said. The others laughed grimly. Lucius looked like he could torture Harry by just looking at him. He did indeed look thinner than last time Harry saw him, probably because of his time at Azkaban. He also looked like he had just received a faboulus birthday present.

"I'm sorry that we never had time to... question you on your birthday Harry, now on to the next newspaper, it's a day older than the last one. 'Harry Potter presumed dead. Three days ago it was announced that Harry Potter, also known as the Boy-Who-Lived had disappeared and "wanted signs" were put up in the hope of anyone seeing him. Even muggle news-services was given photos of him in case any muggles would see him. It was presumed that You-Know-Who kidnapped him as he had done in the early summer of 1995 and now Ministry-Officials states that he is "most probably already dead". Mr Dumbledore and friends of Harry Potter refuses to comment.' "

Bellatrix put down the newspapers and brought up her wand, smirking at him. Harry himself was aghasted, he couldn't almost believe it.

"I'm presumed dead? Dumbledore would never stop searching, would he?Fudge probably still hates me somehow presuming that so early. But they're right, I would be dead now if it wasn't for Voldemort's complete madness."

"You have nothing to live for baby-Potter, no one searches for someone who is already dead. Oh, by the way, when talking about being dead. The Dark Lord promised you that you would be begging for death before you've even been here a week, which means that today you'd better be begging for death. This methode always makes people begging for it though, trust me, the Longbottoms even forgot their baby-boy when they were subjected to this."

"Now then" she continued while walking around the table and pointing her wand down at Harry's forehead just a few centimeters above it. "We will start to subject you with the Cruciatus Curse for five seconds, if you won't answer any questions after that the next man here will subject you to it for ten seconds. And then it will be for twenty seconds, next forty seconds and so on. Until you either answer enough questions or if it had been another person, until you have permanent brain damages."

"This is madness, take me away from here. I won't manage that curse for so long."

Harry looked around again, the shackles were too tight, holdings his arms straight out to the sides of the table and legs out to the courners. He was shivering, by fear, cold or both, he didn't know. There was no escape.

"Same question as last time, members of the order" she said.

Harry looked up at the roof, not wanting to see their devilish grins.

"These people should rot in hell".

"No? All right then, Crucio."

Immense pain flooded over Harry, she was good with the curse all right. Harry screamed out loud, but this time it was short. The curse was already over but Harry was breathing heavily anyway.

"Short but painful, Malfoy, you're next" she said.

Harry made the mistake of looking up and looking straight at Lucius' face. He felt the man's anger at him, weakening him.

"With pleasure" he said while taking up his wand and pointing it at Harry's forehead, smiling as he looked straight into Harry's eyes.

"Crucio"

Again there was pain, immense pain all over Harry, burning, piercing, ripping, but not for so long this time either, but it was enough with ten seconds to exhaust Harry. He twisted and twicthed while being under the curse but the shackles held him.

"Speak Potter" Lucius said.

"Next time is twenty seconds, this can't go on, I'll go mad for sure, I can't betray my friends"

Harry held his jaw tight shut and looked straight up at the ceiling.

"No? If you may Rodolphus?" A man, having similare mad eyes as Bellatrix took Lucius' place. He had a goatee and long hair. It was apparent that he shared the same love for torture as Bellatrix. He also placed his wand a few centimeters above Harry's forehead who clenched his jaws shut and closed his eyes. Some drops of sweat ran down his face as Rodolphus said "Crucio".

Again immense pain flooded over Harry. Unbearable pain. He couldn't even hold in his screams for a few seconds. He screamed and twitched, this was lasting for too long.

"Stop it, let it stop"

And then it was over, Harry was lying exhausted on the table. His limbs felt like lead.

"All right boy, talk" was all Bellatrix' husband said. But Harry was busy catching his breath, he swallowed while thinking some more.

"I can't take more, it's impossible, I can't betray my friends, I gotta do something, get some time, get back my strengths before they continue, let them stop somehow"

"You stubborn boy, Dolohov, you're next"

Harry saw as the next Death Eater around the table took out his wand and positioned it above Harry's forehead.

"No, not yet, I'm not ready yet, gotta say something."

"Wait" Harry gasped just as Dolohov opened his mouth. All six Death Eaters in the room were startled.

"Sooo, the baby can't take more and wants to talk" Bellatrix said with a taunting voice.

"Don't keep us waiting, talk" Dolohov said.

Harry gulped some more and looked around. He felt really helpless lying there with almost no clothes, his hands and feets locked down on the table.

"Uhm..."

"There's gotta be someone I can say"

"Mad-eye Moody" Harry finally said.

"Goddamnit boy, you can do better than that" Dolohov said as putting back the wand over Harry's forehead.

"No! Wait!" Harry almost screamed.

"I can't betray the Weasleys... someone, I can't take more of this"

Dolohov looked at Harry for some seconds while Harry hesitated.

"Crucio" he finally said, almost lazily.

Again the pains came over him with renewed strength, and it didn't stop. It was terrible, Harry wanted it to stop anyway possible, even death. He begged for death while screaming by pain but after a while of screaming and twitching Harry's view got dimmed as if a thin layer of fog and water was over his eyes. His body was just shaking, twitching, it felt like the pain was subsiding somehow. And then it was over. Harry could hear the blurry dim people around him talking as if they were long away. He was totally exhausted, he couldn't even speak thanks to the exhaustion and because he had tired his vocal chords by all the screaming.

Slowly the surroundings came back to order.

"Wait a while" Bellatrix was saying from a distance, at least it felt like it was a distance, but her voice was getting closer. "Usually after being under the Cruciatus this long it takes a while to get back. Look, his eyes are not shaking, he's back again"

Harry breathed slowly and hard. That was the worst thing ever, it was for forty seconds that time, next time one minute and twenty seconds.

"It's impossible to stay sane that long, it gotta be impossible, they have to stop, I have to say something, make them to let me back to my cell"

MacNair took out his wand this time and positioned it straight above Harry's forehead.

"Talk boy, or suffer" he growled.

Harry looked up, trying to steady his breathing, he noticed something wet on his face. Was it tears, sweat or maybe even blood?

"Snape" he finally managed to say.

"Oh, so he really has left the Dark Lord's service forever" Lucius thoughtfully said as if he was thinking aloud.

Bellatrix leaned forward, had her face a few centimeters above Harry's face. Stroke his chin slowly with her long black nails while her long black hair flowed down on Harry. He was disgusted by her in every way.

"Yes, that was useful information" she whispered. "But won't get you out from here, tell us more, just two or three more people and we will let you sleep. That is, people we don't already know of baby-Potter."

She stood up again and MacNair placed the wand abover Harry's forehead again.

"Noo, not more..."

"Oh, by the way baby-Potter, continue to beg for death and you will probably receive it sometime but it's mostly a pleasure for us anyway to hear it."

Harry was too occupied to look at MacNair's wand to care about his mistake. Mentally imagining that he was somewhere else. The Burrow, eating Mrs Weasley's great food.

"Cru-" MacNair started to say but was cut off by Harry.

"Noo..." Harry started to say. He was on the verge of crying like a baby, something he hadn't done for around ten years.

"I can't go on like this, they'll win if they discover what a wreck I've become."

Bellatrix had apparently seen Harry's facial expression showing his fear and dispair because again she leaned closer and whispered.

"Was it something you wanted to tell us or did you just want to cry baby-Potter?" she asked and smiled grimly.

"I have to manage this.... there is no other way, please make it easy."

"Crucio" MacNair said and Harry screamed out in pain.

For the first ten seconds it was as unbearable as any other time Harry had been under this curse. The ten seconds after that it started getting dim again, probably faster because he was exposed to the curse for a rather long time not long ago. But the pain was as powerful as usual.

During the next ten seconds his consciousness started to fade, slowly, the pain started to subside, but he could still feel it somehow. He wasn't screaming as much now, more twitching and shaking.

Everything was getting really foggy during the next twenty seconds. Once all muscles tensed in Harry's whole body and phlegm erupted from his mouth, together with something white mixed with some blood. After that Harry only remembered bits and pieces. Feelings, mostly pain, pictures like how they stood around him, carried him out of there. Voices in the distance. Last thing he remembered was how they threw him into his cell and everything went dark.

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In all that blue
Little boy, such precious joy
Is dead to the world

Heaven queen, carry me
Away from all pain
All the same take me away

We're dead to the world

/From "Dead to the World" by Nightwish