A/N: *squeaks* I've got loads of reviews for this! I'm kinda... in shock. And I've also figured out that the link I put up last time didn't work. story.php? no= 12598 is the link. Just take out the spaces and it should take you there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to it that hasn't been mass-produced and sent off to shops all over the world for people to buy. That much is evident by the lack of Harry/Bella pairing in the actually canon.
Chapter 6
When Harry woke up he found himself alone in a dungeon. The place itself looked very similar to Azkaban, though Azkaban looked more pleasant. Maybe it was because Azkaban didn't have moisture dripping down the walls or mould growing on them. Or maybe it was because it was a lot darker in there than Azkaban. It didn't matter which.
Because of the dark, which was probably caused by a lack of lighting, and only one very small and very dirty window, Harry had no idea if it was night or day. Being unconscious always threw off his biological clock in a way nothing else could.
'Great' he thought sarcastically. 'I'm stuck in the dungeon of the Dark Lord, who has, incidentally, been trying to kill me for the last 15 years or so. How could this possibly get any worse?! … Damn! I had to ask!'
Growling to his self, knowing that he really shouldn't have jinxed himself. Now he knew what was worse. He was stuck in the dungeon of the Dark Lord who had been trying to kill him for 15 years unarmed and with the sound of footsteps approaching.
Up in one of the room the Dark Lord had spare, Bella sat down on a bed, wondering.
'Why did I do that? Why? There's was no point! I should have just let Master kill Harry … Why the hell am I calling him Harry?! I'm a loyal Death eater! He's the Boy Who Lived! I should hate him! After all, it was his fault that I ended up in Azkaban both times…
'No, that's a lie. It wasn't his fault. First time round it my own foolishness that led me to be cause, second time I got to cocky where the aurors were involved.
'But that still doesn't explain why I'm calling him Harry … Mmmmm, Harry, he's so... Shut up now brain! Shut up shut up shut up! Those sorts of thoughts lead to betraying the Master! I won't betray him!'
'But who would you rather betray? The person who you may be in love with, or the person you just serve for reasons that you forgot the true meaning of years ago?'
Bella growled mentally. Why did that annoying voice have to show up at times like these?
'You know why. I'm you subconscious.'
'Shut up! I don't care and I don't want to hear it!'
'You'll have to face it some time Trixie!'
'Don't call me Trixie! And face what?!'
'The truth of course!'
"What truth?" she asked aloud, but it was too late. The voice was gone. Stupid subconscious. Why did it have to come and annoy her?
Down in the dungeons, Harry screamed from the effects of the cruciatus.
He coughed as the pain went, wondering how much more he could stand before he gave in.
"Cruccio!" hissed Voldemort again.
Writhing on the floor, Harry felt as if white-hot knifes were stabbing into him, his insides were turning to ash and his blood boiling, all when it felt like his skin was being turned to ice (A/N: mixing hot and cold really hurts!). Finally Voldemort lifted the curse.
Harry lay on the floor, breathing heavily, unable to gather the energy to even sit up. Very so often he coughed and spluttered, but other than that he did nothing.
Voldemort smirked. He hadn't been torturing Harry for very long, but already it seemed as if the boy was close to giving in. How easy this was! It would only take a bit more pain, just a bit more and he would give in.
Maybe he should lay off the physical pain though. Yes... other kinds would be far more effective.
"You do know you deserve this, don't you Harry?" Voldemort asked him gently, causing the boy to gasp. "It was your fault your parents died. If you hadn't been born I would never have had to go after you."
He let this claw at his conscious for a moment or to before he started again.
"That boy too, Cedric? Was that his name? He wouldn't be dead if you hadn't insisted that he take the cup with you, if you hadn't brought him to my rebirth."
Again, Voldemort paused.
"And your Godfather too. If only you had learnt to block your mind properly, he wouldn't be dead. Come to think of it, he wouldn't have gone to Azkaban either."
Harry lay on the floor, still unable to move, tears rolling down his cheeks. All of that hurt. Everyone may have told him it wasn't his fault, he even told himself it wasn't, but deep down he felt as if it was true.
"You can stop those deaths Harry. You have the power to," Voldemort continued, forcing his voice to sound honest, which was no easy task for him. "You only have to do one thing. All you need do is join me."
Harry lay on the floor still, no longer breathing so loudly.
'Maybe I should join him... No! Don't even think it!'
"It will stop these deaths, Harry. No one else would die because of you. So what do you say?"
Harry was silent, knowing that either way he was screwed. Join Voldemort, cause more deaths, don't join Voldemort, and he would probable end up watching countless people be tortured in front of him before being allowed to die.
"I can see this may take you a while. I will give you until tomorrow to decide," said Voldemort, quickly regaining his cold, hard demeanour and leaving the cell.
Shakily, Harry pulled himself to the wall and leaned against it. How the hell did he always end up in these situations?!
A/N: Okay, I think these chapters are getting longer, even though they are slowly getting less frequent. But from Monday onwards (up until the 31st of May, half term) the updates will be a lot less frequent (I have my year 9 SATs coming up in the first week of May, so, knowing my teachers, I'll end up with lots of homework and revision) but hopefully each chapter will be longer.
Oh, and to me this chapter seems a bit… amateurish. But I did start it at like 11 at night (when I'm usually in bed by on a non-school night if my parents have anything to do with it). I may re-write it later though.
C: Don't worry, I will.
Launigsiae: Me too! I am so totally pro-Slytherin! I'm just not sure if Harry should go dark I this. It's sort of cliché. Oh well, I've got till next chapter to work out if he will.
padfootjr23: Okay! You got it!
diamond004: Thank you!
jeangab057: That's yet another person I've helped persuade towards the best ever HP pairing (with the exception of a few). Just kidding.
Drusilla: It wasn't that much of a cliffie!
Roxoan: Yah, that's the one sheener told me about, but ff.net wouldn't let me put up.
Nemati: Puh-lot? What is this puh-lot you speak of? Oh! You mean one of those things where the author actually knows how the story will pan out? I think I have one of them.
potter-man1: This soon enough?
Gaul1: Errr … I don't think I'd use sexual torture for this. But hopefully this chapter will answer your question.
Nightwish_sama: Yah, I'm glad about not being stuck too! That last chapter was stoopid! Evil and stooped!
Jc: I will!
