Phoenix of Legend
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production.
Angie: Glad you like it. Hopefully this was out fast enough for you.
Serenitypotter: Glad you like my story! It means a lot to hear that from the people who read this fic. Well your wish is granted; you get to find out what mean old Voldie's done this time. It's actually fun to do cliff hangers, no wonder why so many authors do them. Go figure.
Jemma Hayes or as you are now called Yana: Don't worry about Harry being dark, at least not in this fic. Hopefully this got out fast enough for you. It's not easy when I have no Beta.
On a side note: If anyone would like to be my beta please say so in a review because my Hotmail only lets people on my address list threw. Sorry for the inconvenience, but it's either that or I get spamed.
WARNING! If you do not like reading scenes with graphic violence, then STOP right there! You have been forewarned.
Chapter 4 - Welcome to 'HELL'
Things were not looking good for Harry. It had been a month since his capture and the beginning of his stay in what he called 'Hell'. Within the first few weeks of his capture he had been given the "royal" treatment in torture. Needless to say he was loosing hope.
He knew that the bones in both of his legs had been shattered and his left arm was broken in at least four places. He was also having trouble breathing. With every breath, there came a sharp pain in his chest, which always made him gasp for more air, which in turn caused him more pain. It was a vicious cycle that never ended. He had many cuts and bruises from his torture sessions, so many in fact, that he would count them for lack of anything better to do. There were other injuries, he was sure of it, but his mind was still focused on the pain caused by his known injuries to find the unknown ones.
He wondered how his friends, Sirius and the Weasleys were doing. He missed them all, heck he even missed Professor Snape's cruel remarks. He longed to be back with them, to end his pain and have a normal life. Just as he finished his musings the door to his cell opened and in came two Death Eaters. Harry had struggled the first few times but eventually gave up, he need his strength by the end of his torture sessions just to stay alive.
The Death Eaters roughly grabbed him and brought him to a room opposite to the dungeons. This room was lined in the latest torture devices; from old to new it had it all. Harry gave an involuntary shudder as he looked at his "personal" torturer, Lucius Malfoy.
"Welcome back Potter! Couldn't keep away? Well, shall we get started?" Malfoy took out his wand and told the two other Death Eaters to leave, than turning to Harry yelled out "Crucio!"
Pain was almost a constant companion for Harry now that he was tortured on a regular basis. Harry was able to keep from screaming; unfortunately he knew that it was only just the beginning. The pain would only intensify as his session wore on. Soon Malfoy grew tired of using plain curses and decided to use Muggle methods.
"Disgusting creatures these Muggles are, don't you think? However they have their uses. Look at the variety of ways one can torture with their 'unique' devices." Malfoy laughed coldly as Harry tried to back away from the man he deemed to be a complete psychopath next to Voldemort.
Malfoy grabbed a device that didn't look pleasant to Harry; of course, nothing in this room was pleasant especially his present company. Malfoy roughly grabbed Harry and tied him to a chair. He then took his left hand and brought it the strange device. Clamping it on his thumbnail, Malfoy roughly pulled it out, exposing the tender flesh and blood beneath the nail. His other nails were soon to follow. Malfoy then moved on to the next hand where he repeated the same procedures. Harry was then left to keep in his screams as the blood flowed freely from his hands, while Malfoy was deciding what to do next.
"Perhaps if you were treated more like an animal you would obey the Dark Lord?"
Malfoy then took out a whip used on horses. Harry looked on in horror as Malfoy drew near and proceeded to untied his hands then chain him to a wall. Malfoy began to slowly whip Harry's back. He was enjoying the whimpering sounds coming from Harry as he tried to keep in his screams of pain. Malfoy soon grew tired of the slow pace and began to increase his thrashings. Harry could no longer keep from screaming, he gave in to the pain. This only seemed to fuel Malfoy's lust to inflict pain as he increased the thrashings. Harry gave an earth-shattering scream after every thrashing he received. Each scream became louder and louder then the one before until he could no longer yell out. Malfoy then stopped his torturing to taunt the Gryffindor boy.
"The smell of blood is so. intoxicating. Don't you think Potter?" Malfoy sighed, as he looked to Harry's blood stained face. In a calm voice he said, "There is one way you can get out of this with your life, you know?"
"And what's that?" Harry spat once he got his voice back.
"By joining my master in ruling the Wizarding World. He's punishing you for the suffering he injured. If you would not of made him suffer so, you would not of had to injure his wrath. Give up your heroics, join the Dark Lord!" Malfoy replied.
"Let me think on that one. Hmm. Lets see; that's a tough one. I have to choose between my friends, my godfather, and all the other people that I care about over power and pain. That's a tough one" Harry said sarcastically.
"What is your decision then? Whether you're suffering or serving my Master I will still receive satisfaction." Malfoy grumbled rather impatiently, eager to continue the pain.
"Don't rush me! This is a life and death decision for me. Hmm, my answer would be. Come a little closer, my throat really hurts." Malfoy leaned in to better hear Harry. It was all Harry needed. "NEVER!" Harry bellowed in Malfoy's left ear.
"AH! You will PAY for that boy! Perhaps I should cut out your tongue for your insolence?" Spat Malfoy as he looked down at the Gryffindor boy. Harry simply glared back at Malfoy as he came closer and closer in a threatening manner. Before he could do anything a Death Eater entered. Harry was never more relieved to hear the voice of Severus Snape.
"Malfoy! The Master wishes to see the boy. No excuses, Nott and I will accompany you to his chambers, with the boy in ONE piece."
They unchained Harry then dragged him along the corridors. They arrived before the same door with the snakes' engraved on it. The same hissing sound was heard as the door opened and they entered. Then, without warning, his scar flashed up in a burning rage.
"My, my Potter. What a wreck you look. What has Malfoy done to you?" Voldemort's voice was dripping with sarcasm and cruelty.
"Why so quite, Potter? The last time we meet you use to be full of... spirit. No matter, I have some unfinished business with you." He jeered with a maniac grin on his face.
"You have defied me before and you will no longer continue to do so. I'm only going to offer you this once more. Join me and become one of my loyal Death Eaters. I'm willing to forgive your impudence after some. minimal punishment. Once you earn your place, you will be my right-hand Death Eater and second in command. So what do you say Potter? It would be wise of you to not deny me again," suggested Voldemort as he loomed over Harry. "I can assure you, it would cause you far less pain."
Seconds passed like minutes as an uncomfortable silence settled over the chamber. Harry simply glared at the Dark Lord as he continued to wait for an answer.
"Are you deaf, boy?! Answer me!" Voldemort bellowed, which made Harry wince in pain as his scar flared to life.
"Very well Potter. It would seem you do not like my generous offer. Crucio!"
Harry could not remember ever feeling such pain in his life. The burning pain of his scar combined with the Cruciatus curse made Harry's vision fade in and out as he fought to keep his sanity. It felt like white-hot knives were piercing Harry's body. He screamed, as he withered on the ground in utter pain. It felt like his flesh was being shredded apart, his muscles torn apart one muscle at a time.
"I grow bored with this tiresome game. Play time is over Potter."
Harry new what was coming, the Killing Curse. He tensed up preparing to receive the curse that would take him from this world. It never came. Harry was confused and this only served to scare him further.
'He's stalling. Can't he just kill me and get it over with.' Harry though nervously.
"One way or another, you will help me in conquering the Wizarding World. If you will not join me than you will serve as test subject." Voldemort snarled
At his beckoning a Death Eater with a silver hand came forward to present a vile of blood red liquid to his Master. The Dark Lord took the vile with an evil smirk on his face as he looked over to the boy lying on the floor in pain. He nodded to two more Death Eaters to come forward and hold the boy up. They quickly obeyed his orders. Voldemort then unstopped the vile as he walked over to the Boy-Who-Lived and placed the vile before his mouth.
"This is an experimental potion created by one of my loyal Death Eaters. Not quite sure what will happen. Do you have any last words Potter? No, good! "
With that the potion was forced down Harry's throat. The potion burned his throat and only intensified the pain that still ran through his body. Almost instantly pain exploded though out the young wizard's body. Voldemort watched on in morbid fascination as Harry's skin seemed to melt and burn off his bones. He screamed at the sudden agony.
Harry writhed in pain on the cold hard floor, each wave of pain was worse than the one before. As the potion made it's way down his throat to his stomach, his insides seemed to burn up. Fire blazed through Harry as his muscles did irregular convulsions. It felt as if acid was running through his veins as he continued to scream himself hoarse. Soon he could only grunt like an animal as his voice gave out.
The Fire continued to ravage his body as the potion continued its unrelenting way through his systems. Harry tried to gain control of the pain, but it lanced through his skull. It took everything he had to stay conscious and Harry was beginning to panic as the pain became endless.
'Please just let me die! This pain. its unbearable. Oh God help!' Harry thought as the burning seemed to intensify.
His thoughts became chaotic as the Fire seemed to spread to the furthest parts of his very being. The pain became to much as his eyes rolled back into his head. Harry could feel his brain systemically shutting down into the blackness of oblivion, the Fire never ceasing to consume him.
Author's note: Sorry if this took to long for everyone. I had trouble writing the Harry torture. (Please don't hurt me!) It had to be done, honest! It's relevant to the plot. Hope it was OK and please don't stop reading this fic because of the torture.
On a side note: Can anyone figure out the 'Fire'? If you do I'll dedicate the next chapter to you.
What did the potion do to poor Harry? What's with the 'Fire'? And will Lucius Malfoy get what's coming to him? Next chapter important information will be revealed and there might be a possible rescue or at least an attempt at one. We'll see what I type, until then read and review! Still EVIL!!! Another cliffy! Don't you just hate these! Laughs evilly (The one those old villains from those 60's cartoons use to do. The really cheesy ones!)!!!
Griff_Star2000
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production.
Angie: Glad you like it. Hopefully this was out fast enough for you.
Serenitypotter: Glad you like my story! It means a lot to hear that from the people who read this fic. Well your wish is granted; you get to find out what mean old Voldie's done this time. It's actually fun to do cliff hangers, no wonder why so many authors do them. Go figure.
Jemma Hayes or as you are now called Yana: Don't worry about Harry being dark, at least not in this fic. Hopefully this got out fast enough for you. It's not easy when I have no Beta.
On a side note: If anyone would like to be my beta please say so in a review because my Hotmail only lets people on my address list threw. Sorry for the inconvenience, but it's either that or I get spamed.
WARNING! If you do not like reading scenes with graphic violence, then STOP right there! You have been forewarned.
Chapter 4 - Welcome to 'HELL'
Things were not looking good for Harry. It had been a month since his capture and the beginning of his stay in what he called 'Hell'. Within the first few weeks of his capture he had been given the "royal" treatment in torture. Needless to say he was loosing hope.
He knew that the bones in both of his legs had been shattered and his left arm was broken in at least four places. He was also having trouble breathing. With every breath, there came a sharp pain in his chest, which always made him gasp for more air, which in turn caused him more pain. It was a vicious cycle that never ended. He had many cuts and bruises from his torture sessions, so many in fact, that he would count them for lack of anything better to do. There were other injuries, he was sure of it, but his mind was still focused on the pain caused by his known injuries to find the unknown ones.
He wondered how his friends, Sirius and the Weasleys were doing. He missed them all, heck he even missed Professor Snape's cruel remarks. He longed to be back with them, to end his pain and have a normal life. Just as he finished his musings the door to his cell opened and in came two Death Eaters. Harry had struggled the first few times but eventually gave up, he need his strength by the end of his torture sessions just to stay alive.
The Death Eaters roughly grabbed him and brought him to a room opposite to the dungeons. This room was lined in the latest torture devices; from old to new it had it all. Harry gave an involuntary shudder as he looked at his "personal" torturer, Lucius Malfoy.
"Welcome back Potter! Couldn't keep away? Well, shall we get started?" Malfoy took out his wand and told the two other Death Eaters to leave, than turning to Harry yelled out "Crucio!"
Pain was almost a constant companion for Harry now that he was tortured on a regular basis. Harry was able to keep from screaming; unfortunately he knew that it was only just the beginning. The pain would only intensify as his session wore on. Soon Malfoy grew tired of using plain curses and decided to use Muggle methods.
"Disgusting creatures these Muggles are, don't you think? However they have their uses. Look at the variety of ways one can torture with their 'unique' devices." Malfoy laughed coldly as Harry tried to back away from the man he deemed to be a complete psychopath next to Voldemort.
Malfoy grabbed a device that didn't look pleasant to Harry; of course, nothing in this room was pleasant especially his present company. Malfoy roughly grabbed Harry and tied him to a chair. He then took his left hand and brought it the strange device. Clamping it on his thumbnail, Malfoy roughly pulled it out, exposing the tender flesh and blood beneath the nail. His other nails were soon to follow. Malfoy then moved on to the next hand where he repeated the same procedures. Harry was then left to keep in his screams as the blood flowed freely from his hands, while Malfoy was deciding what to do next.
"Perhaps if you were treated more like an animal you would obey the Dark Lord?"
Malfoy then took out a whip used on horses. Harry looked on in horror as Malfoy drew near and proceeded to untied his hands then chain him to a wall. Malfoy began to slowly whip Harry's back. He was enjoying the whimpering sounds coming from Harry as he tried to keep in his screams of pain. Malfoy soon grew tired of the slow pace and began to increase his thrashings. Harry could no longer keep from screaming, he gave in to the pain. This only seemed to fuel Malfoy's lust to inflict pain as he increased the thrashings. Harry gave an earth-shattering scream after every thrashing he received. Each scream became louder and louder then the one before until he could no longer yell out. Malfoy then stopped his torturing to taunt the Gryffindor boy.
"The smell of blood is so. intoxicating. Don't you think Potter?" Malfoy sighed, as he looked to Harry's blood stained face. In a calm voice he said, "There is one way you can get out of this with your life, you know?"
"And what's that?" Harry spat once he got his voice back.
"By joining my master in ruling the Wizarding World. He's punishing you for the suffering he injured. If you would not of made him suffer so, you would not of had to injure his wrath. Give up your heroics, join the Dark Lord!" Malfoy replied.
"Let me think on that one. Hmm. Lets see; that's a tough one. I have to choose between my friends, my godfather, and all the other people that I care about over power and pain. That's a tough one" Harry said sarcastically.
"What is your decision then? Whether you're suffering or serving my Master I will still receive satisfaction." Malfoy grumbled rather impatiently, eager to continue the pain.
"Don't rush me! This is a life and death decision for me. Hmm, my answer would be. Come a little closer, my throat really hurts." Malfoy leaned in to better hear Harry. It was all Harry needed. "NEVER!" Harry bellowed in Malfoy's left ear.
"AH! You will PAY for that boy! Perhaps I should cut out your tongue for your insolence?" Spat Malfoy as he looked down at the Gryffindor boy. Harry simply glared back at Malfoy as he came closer and closer in a threatening manner. Before he could do anything a Death Eater entered. Harry was never more relieved to hear the voice of Severus Snape.
"Malfoy! The Master wishes to see the boy. No excuses, Nott and I will accompany you to his chambers, with the boy in ONE piece."
They unchained Harry then dragged him along the corridors. They arrived before the same door with the snakes' engraved on it. The same hissing sound was heard as the door opened and they entered. Then, without warning, his scar flashed up in a burning rage.
"My, my Potter. What a wreck you look. What has Malfoy done to you?" Voldemort's voice was dripping with sarcasm and cruelty.
"Why so quite, Potter? The last time we meet you use to be full of... spirit. No matter, I have some unfinished business with you." He jeered with a maniac grin on his face.
"You have defied me before and you will no longer continue to do so. I'm only going to offer you this once more. Join me and become one of my loyal Death Eaters. I'm willing to forgive your impudence after some. minimal punishment. Once you earn your place, you will be my right-hand Death Eater and second in command. So what do you say Potter? It would be wise of you to not deny me again," suggested Voldemort as he loomed over Harry. "I can assure you, it would cause you far less pain."
Seconds passed like minutes as an uncomfortable silence settled over the chamber. Harry simply glared at the Dark Lord as he continued to wait for an answer.
"Are you deaf, boy?! Answer me!" Voldemort bellowed, which made Harry wince in pain as his scar flared to life.
"Very well Potter. It would seem you do not like my generous offer. Crucio!"
Harry could not remember ever feeling such pain in his life. The burning pain of his scar combined with the Cruciatus curse made Harry's vision fade in and out as he fought to keep his sanity. It felt like white-hot knives were piercing Harry's body. He screamed, as he withered on the ground in utter pain. It felt like his flesh was being shredded apart, his muscles torn apart one muscle at a time.
"I grow bored with this tiresome game. Play time is over Potter."
Harry new what was coming, the Killing Curse. He tensed up preparing to receive the curse that would take him from this world. It never came. Harry was confused and this only served to scare him further.
'He's stalling. Can't he just kill me and get it over with.' Harry though nervously.
"One way or another, you will help me in conquering the Wizarding World. If you will not join me than you will serve as test subject." Voldemort snarled
At his beckoning a Death Eater with a silver hand came forward to present a vile of blood red liquid to his Master. The Dark Lord took the vile with an evil smirk on his face as he looked over to the boy lying on the floor in pain. He nodded to two more Death Eaters to come forward and hold the boy up. They quickly obeyed his orders. Voldemort then unstopped the vile as he walked over to the Boy-Who-Lived and placed the vile before his mouth.
"This is an experimental potion created by one of my loyal Death Eaters. Not quite sure what will happen. Do you have any last words Potter? No, good! "
With that the potion was forced down Harry's throat. The potion burned his throat and only intensified the pain that still ran through his body. Almost instantly pain exploded though out the young wizard's body. Voldemort watched on in morbid fascination as Harry's skin seemed to melt and burn off his bones. He screamed at the sudden agony.
Harry writhed in pain on the cold hard floor, each wave of pain was worse than the one before. As the potion made it's way down his throat to his stomach, his insides seemed to burn up. Fire blazed through Harry as his muscles did irregular convulsions. It felt as if acid was running through his veins as he continued to scream himself hoarse. Soon he could only grunt like an animal as his voice gave out.
The Fire continued to ravage his body as the potion continued its unrelenting way through his systems. Harry tried to gain control of the pain, but it lanced through his skull. It took everything he had to stay conscious and Harry was beginning to panic as the pain became endless.
'Please just let me die! This pain. its unbearable. Oh God help!' Harry thought as the burning seemed to intensify.
His thoughts became chaotic as the Fire seemed to spread to the furthest parts of his very being. The pain became to much as his eyes rolled back into his head. Harry could feel his brain systemically shutting down into the blackness of oblivion, the Fire never ceasing to consume him.
Author's note: Sorry if this took to long for everyone. I had trouble writing the Harry torture. (Please don't hurt me!) It had to be done, honest! It's relevant to the plot. Hope it was OK and please don't stop reading this fic because of the torture.
On a side note: Can anyone figure out the 'Fire'? If you do I'll dedicate the next chapter to you.
What did the potion do to poor Harry? What's with the 'Fire'? And will Lucius Malfoy get what's coming to him? Next chapter important information will be revealed and there might be a possible rescue or at least an attempt at one. We'll see what I type, until then read and review! Still EVIL!!! Another cliffy! Don't you just hate these! Laughs evilly (The one those old villains from those 60's cartoons use to do. The really cheesy ones!)!!!
Griff_Star2000