Chapter 4
Torture
Harry woke up sweating. He didn't open his eyes or move. He lay there with his scar burning like hell on his forehead. He felt totally uneasy. He felt the same as he had felt at the graveyard less then a year ago. He felt the same chill as when Voldemort touched him...
Just then Harry realized that someone was touching his face. Their touch was like ice. Someone was sitting next to him, waiting for him to wake up. Harry's head felt as if it was about to split in two. This person's touch was so familiar...like ice but very painful...
Suddenly it popped into Harry's head. Was it...could it be...Voldemort? Harry shuddered. Voldemort must have seen this because he said," I know you are awake Harry." It was Voldemort for sure. He had the same dark, cold voice as last year.
Harry's head felt as if it was on fire. Then Harry, not being able to hold back the pain any longer, opened his eyes.
It was the same dark room as earlier. Harry found that he was on a bed, and sure enough, Voldemort was sitting right next to him, slowly touching hiss face. When Harry moved his head so that he could look Voldemort in the eye, the Dark Lord removed his hand from Harry's face and placed it into his pocket.
Suddenly candles lit all around the bed so Harry could see Voldemort more clearly. Voldemort had a lipless smile on his face and his eyes were filled with greed.
"Ah Harry...you are awake. Took you long enough. So...you know that you are the last real Gryffindor? Don't even try to fake it," Voldemort said with a sly smile. Harry was thinking about lying but Voldemort saw what he was thinking.
"Because it says so in this," Voldemort finished taking a letter out from his pocket. Harry knew which letter it was. It was the letter from Sirius that told Harry the truth.
Harry didn't talk. He barely breathed. He was still quite shocked about the strange truth that he was told. Voldemort read his face and grinned.
"I am glad that you know the truth so I can torture you more easily. For that I might not have to kill you at all. I really don't want to go with the quick and painless killing when I can turn and make you suffer with a plan I have thought of. Yes, I believe plan A will work..."
Harry knew what plan A was even though Voldemort barely described it. Harry tried to sit up but he was pushed back down by Voldemort. The young hero tried to break free from Voldemort but in the end he was too weak. He was forced back down onto the bed with the towering monster making a shadow over him.
Harry didn't get this. Was Voldemort just doing this to give him more pain and suffering? Harry scar still felt as if it was about to split into two at any moment but Harry held back his screams in.
Harry bit his lip. This was all too annoying. Why was he the last Gryffindor? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why was everything happening to him and not some other Gryffindor student?
Voldemort had finally let go of Harry. Harry didn't get up. He stayed laying there gasping for air.
Voldemort walked away from Harry and towards a door.
"I will be back to see what you have chosen, If it is not the answer I am looking for it will cost you dearly." With his last words, Voldemort walked briskly out of the room.
Harry sat up and peered around the room. It only had a bed with candles around it except for an entry to the door. Harry turned his head and noticed that there was a window. It wasn't to outside but to another room.
Harry got up from the bed and walked over to the window. On the other side of the window was a room with only a bed like the one Harry was in. On the bed there was a person.
Harry's glasses were crammed against the window. On the bed there laid a young man about Harry's age, but a bit taller with bright, red hair...
Then it struck him. Ron? Harry tapped on the window trying to get his attention but it was no use. Ron didn't move at all. Harry thought that he was probably knocked out cold.
Harry walked away from the window and towards the door to examine it. It was locked not only with a spell but also with an old-fashioned Muggle lock. Harry thought that maybe he could break it so he gave it a shot. Harry banged and scratched at it but it never gave in.
Harry sighed and walked over to his bed. As he sat down, he heard the sound of paper cracking. He stood up and looked at the bed, only to see his letter from Sirius. Voldemort must have dropped it when he was trying to keep me on the bed, thought Harry.
Harry opened it and reread it and caught something he didn't catch last time. It was,
P.S. I heard a rumor that Max or Chris was not on Voldemort's side.
Harry looked at the letter in shock. Malfoy was Chris so that meant that it was Max who wasn't on Voldemort's side. Did that mean that he was good?
"No Harry Potter, I am not on the good side," whispered a voice Harry had never heard before. It was cold and sharp. It was nothing like Voldemort's awful voice.
Harry turned around to see whom it was that was speaking. Harry's heart started to beat fast. It was Max who was, to Harry's horror, in the same room with him.
N/A: By now you can probably tell that I like cliffhangers! Please R/R and then you can go on to the next chapter...^_^
Torture
Harry woke up sweating. He didn't open his eyes or move. He lay there with his scar burning like hell on his forehead. He felt totally uneasy. He felt the same as he had felt at the graveyard less then a year ago. He felt the same chill as when Voldemort touched him...
Just then Harry realized that someone was touching his face. Their touch was like ice. Someone was sitting next to him, waiting for him to wake up. Harry's head felt as if it was about to split in two. This person's touch was so familiar...like ice but very painful...
Suddenly it popped into Harry's head. Was it...could it be...Voldemort? Harry shuddered. Voldemort must have seen this because he said," I know you are awake Harry." It was Voldemort for sure. He had the same dark, cold voice as last year.
Harry's head felt as if it was on fire. Then Harry, not being able to hold back the pain any longer, opened his eyes.
It was the same dark room as earlier. Harry found that he was on a bed, and sure enough, Voldemort was sitting right next to him, slowly touching hiss face. When Harry moved his head so that he could look Voldemort in the eye, the Dark Lord removed his hand from Harry's face and placed it into his pocket.
Suddenly candles lit all around the bed so Harry could see Voldemort more clearly. Voldemort had a lipless smile on his face and his eyes were filled with greed.
"Ah Harry...you are awake. Took you long enough. So...you know that you are the last real Gryffindor? Don't even try to fake it," Voldemort said with a sly smile. Harry was thinking about lying but Voldemort saw what he was thinking.
"Because it says so in this," Voldemort finished taking a letter out from his pocket. Harry knew which letter it was. It was the letter from Sirius that told Harry the truth.
Harry didn't talk. He barely breathed. He was still quite shocked about the strange truth that he was told. Voldemort read his face and grinned.
"I am glad that you know the truth so I can torture you more easily. For that I might not have to kill you at all. I really don't want to go with the quick and painless killing when I can turn and make you suffer with a plan I have thought of. Yes, I believe plan A will work..."
Harry knew what plan A was even though Voldemort barely described it. Harry tried to sit up but he was pushed back down by Voldemort. The young hero tried to break free from Voldemort but in the end he was too weak. He was forced back down onto the bed with the towering monster making a shadow over him.
Harry didn't get this. Was Voldemort just doing this to give him more pain and suffering? Harry scar still felt as if it was about to split into two at any moment but Harry held back his screams in.
Harry bit his lip. This was all too annoying. Why was he the last Gryffindor? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why was everything happening to him and not some other Gryffindor student?
Voldemort had finally let go of Harry. Harry didn't get up. He stayed laying there gasping for air.
Voldemort walked away from Harry and towards a door.
"I will be back to see what you have chosen, If it is not the answer I am looking for it will cost you dearly." With his last words, Voldemort walked briskly out of the room.
Harry sat up and peered around the room. It only had a bed with candles around it except for an entry to the door. Harry turned his head and noticed that there was a window. It wasn't to outside but to another room.
Harry got up from the bed and walked over to the window. On the other side of the window was a room with only a bed like the one Harry was in. On the bed there was a person.
Harry's glasses were crammed against the window. On the bed there laid a young man about Harry's age, but a bit taller with bright, red hair...
Then it struck him. Ron? Harry tapped on the window trying to get his attention but it was no use. Ron didn't move at all. Harry thought that he was probably knocked out cold.
Harry walked away from the window and towards the door to examine it. It was locked not only with a spell but also with an old-fashioned Muggle lock. Harry thought that maybe he could break it so he gave it a shot. Harry banged and scratched at it but it never gave in.
Harry sighed and walked over to his bed. As he sat down, he heard the sound of paper cracking. He stood up and looked at the bed, only to see his letter from Sirius. Voldemort must have dropped it when he was trying to keep me on the bed, thought Harry.
Harry opened it and reread it and caught something he didn't catch last time. It was,
P.S. I heard a rumor that Max or Chris was not on Voldemort's side.
Harry looked at the letter in shock. Malfoy was Chris so that meant that it was Max who wasn't on Voldemort's side. Did that mean that he was good?
"No Harry Potter, I am not on the good side," whispered a voice Harry had never heard before. It was cold and sharp. It was nothing like Voldemort's awful voice.
Harry turned around to see whom it was that was speaking. Harry's heart started to beat fast. It was Max who was, to Harry's horror, in the same room with him.
N/A: By now you can probably tell that I like cliffhangers! Please R/R and then you can go on to the next chapter...^_^