Disclaimer- I own nothing- I POST THIS B/C IT PLAYS A BIG ROLE IN THE STORY PLEASE DONT KILL ME

WARNING-WARNING-WARNING- PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS LIGHTLY

this chapter is very violent, and I mean very! I upped the ratting for this story to 16 b/c of this and even feel that if you don't like seeing or reading in this case about people being tortured do not read, leave me a review saying you'd like a different version of this chap and I'll send it to you.

I've talked to a couple of people about this and b/c it plays a big role in the story they have all told me to keep it in and post it.

SO AGAIN I WARN YOU DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ ABOUT HARRY GETTING THE CRAP BEATEN OUT OF HIM.

I'D ALSO LIKE TO STATE I AM SOLELY AGAINST CHILD ABUSE OR ABUSE IN ANY KIND. This is what came out as I wrote

so for all that dare read enjoy!

Harry woke up with a groan. It was another day in this place, his hell. He had been taken over a month ago and locked up in one of the death eater's hideouts. No one had yet to tell Voldemort that he had been captured, but they kept him, to break him to give to their lord as a gift, a toy.

Harry was still strong, since the day he had woken up in his small, cold cell a death eater would come and drag him into another room and a group of three of them would beat Harry not only physically but Harry had lost count of how many times the crucio curse had been used on him. During these times when Harry could not stop screaming, his mind would wonder off, in his head he would see his Ginny, the only thing that kept him from going insane. After each torture session Harry would send a silent thank you to the Dursleys, they where the only reason he was able to survive on very little food (stale bread and water) and this amount of pain.

The reason you are asking as to why Harry had yet to escape, why did he did not just turn into a phoenix and be gone, it was simple really. When Harry was hit with the killing curse it knocked him out, but his magic among other things, kept him alive, but it killed his magic and it yet to restore or fix it self, leaving him with out it, making him like any other witch or wizard.

He heard the footsteps coming down the hall way, Harry braced himself like he had every morning before. The steps got louder till his tormenter opened the cell door holding something Harry had not seen before, a long chain with what looked like a metal collar.

"Get over here boy," yelled the man. They always treated Harry as if he was a dog, they believed it would help in breaking him quicker.

Harry did not move, he never did make it easier on him self. "I said get over here boy," shouted the man, spit coming from his mouth, again Harry did not move.

The man walked into the cell and grabbed Harry roughly by his blood soaked, torn shirt and threw him against the back wall. Harry struggled for air as the man held him tight locking the cold metal collar around Harry's neck. He then released Harry, who fell hard to the floor, the man laughed as if it was the funniest thing he ever saw.

"Good doggie," the man said taunting, Harry glared evilly, he was not going to shrink away, he was no longer that boy.

"HOW DARE YOU," raged the death eater "LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I'LL TEACH YOU."

The man pointed his wand right at the metal collar, a black light hit the collar, nothing happened, Harry smiled not expecting what came next.

"Pain," the man said, simply.

The collar turned red, Harry started to scream as he laid on the floor in agony. He put his hands on to the collar and yanked and screamed trying to get the retched thing off.

The man laughed, after several more moments of Harry's screams the man finally said, "STOP."

"So how are you feeling now Potter," he said viciously. Harry did not respond. The man kicked him hard. "I SAID HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

Harry again choose not to respond. The man gave Harry another vicious kick. "How do you like it Potter? I can promise you that soon you will like it even more, for what you did to my Bella," said the man attaching the chain to it, Harry looking into the cold eyes of Rodolphus Lestrange.

Rodolpus started walking, the chain tight in his hand, dragging Harry behind him, literally. Harry to weak to even struggle.

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It had been a month since Harry had been taken with no word. Every one still held the belief Harry was still alive for the soul reason being if Voldemort had killed him the dark lord would be gloating, no one believed this more then Ginny.

Ginny had been a wreck for the first week, she had cried herself to sleep every night that week. Mrs. Weasley had to come and stay with her as well as watch the children. Ona had been contacted by Ron. When Ona heard what happened, instead of just taking Hali back she had talked to Hayden and with a small group of ten soldiers she came to Earth for the first time. Five of the men stayed to protect their princess and her daughter while the other five where sent in stealth into the forest to see if they could find anything out.

Ona had been a big help. She would take care of Anne, Jason, Chris, Alec and Hali while every one else was busy. Yes even Alec, who was know Alec Lupin.

It had been found out that both of Alec's parents where dead. His father was a muggle, his mother a pure blood. His mother had run away with his father and married, his mother's father had finally found them, killed the boy's parents and given him over to the death eaters to be killed.

Remus and Ara had talked about it, Ara had been unable to have children yet and the both did wish for one. Adoption papers had been drawn up the next day, Sirius as his godfather and Mrs. Weasely his Godmother.

James had been beating himself up over the last month, several times Sirius and Remus had to drag him out of the local pub, though Sirius was sorely tempted in joining his best friend.

As the month went on Ginny threw herself into her work, she moved up DA and Order of the Lily meetings. Also she took over the seeker position on the house team while Seamus took her position as chaser.

It was officially a month when Ginny ran into Blaise, the Slytherin looked tiered and worn out Ginny noticed as they both stood in an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry," Blaise said softly. "I wish I could change this."

"It's not your fault, you where only doing what was right," Ginny responded, looking over the older girl.

"Blaise I know we've never been friends but are you all right," Ginny asked.

Blaise shuck her head no with tears forming.

"You don't need to here it Weasley," said the girl trying to leave.

"Please," Ginny pleaded.

"My friends hate me because they know I turned against my father, the few who agree with my thoughts can't speak to me in fear of the others. As well as I don't know what I'm going to do this summer. There are no wizarding orphanages only muggle and I don't know anything about the muggle world." Blaise said.

"Well you'll stay with me then," said Ginny. "Get your bag, you can come live in Griff's room with me and this summer you can stay at Griffian Manor."

"I can't ask you to do this. I'm not a Gryffindor," responded Blaise.

"No, your not but Scarlet stays all the time," said Ginny.

"She's your sister though," replied Blaise.

"Then I'll become your guardian so you can if that would make u feel better," said the masculine voice of James Potter.

"What," both girls yelled.

"You need a family and I am offering you one Blaise. Their doesn't have to be an adoption I'll just become your guardian. Please I think we both could use it." James said.

"Thank you," replied Blaise modestly, "I like being a slytherin but my house mates will kill me, I'll pack now," she yelled running to her dorm.

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Later that night an Order of the Phoenix meeting was called, all of Hogwart's teachers where called.

"I'll do what I can," said Snape as every one stared shocked at the potion's master.

"Servus," James yelled, the man looked at him.

"Please bring him back safe," pleaded James.

Snape nodded and left getting ready for what could be his very last mission.

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WARNING WARNING WARNING- MORE VIOLENCE

"Say it Potty," said the cruel voice of Harry's new 'owner.' His owner only wanted to called master, Harry refused to say the word, the words that would stop the pain the collar was causing.

The man said stop and bent down to be eye level with Harry,

"I could cause you more pain then any one but the dark lord. You'd do well to remember that. You are no longer your own person, you are mine, what I want and when I want it, I will get. You are nothing but a bad mutt that needs to be taught a lesson. KNOW SIT," shouted the man, his voice filled with rage.

Harry did not move.

"No, well I guess we have not learned our lesson yet," said Harry's master, the one in charge of training him for Voldemort.

"Pain in both legs," said the man as Harry collapsed, holding his legs, yelling in agony.

The man watched with joy as his new pet screamed and shacked all over the floor. This one was hard to break but he would break him just like he broke the others.

"Stop," said the man, the pain leaving Harry's legs. Harry laid on the ground still withering pain.

"SAY IT"

"Mas...ter" sputtered Harry, trying to stop himself. The man smiled in satisfaction, oh yes, he may be strong but he will be broken thought the man as he patted Harry on the head as he held a long brown whip and the metal chain, the leash.

"Now it's time for you my pet to learn some new tricks," said the main hooking the chain onto the metal collar, while holding the whip out, ready to use.

"Stand," said the man. Harry could not move, the whip hit him right across the left cheek.

"Stand or you shall loose an eye," master said.

With all his strength Harry pushed himself up into a wobbly, yet standing position. "Sit," the man yelled, yanking on the chain causing Harry to fall to the ground.

"Again, stand!"

Harry tried to push himself off the floor but found he could not.

The man laughed evilly, "pain."

The room was once again filled with screams.

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Snape was thrown into a small cell that stunk of blood and body odor. "We don't take betrayal lightly Servrus," said Lestrange before leaving.

The potion's master had himself in a real predicament, he had come to break Harry out and had been caught. He was screwed!

Ten minuted later Servrus heard the dugon doors open and something being dragged. Snape looked up as his cell door was opened and something was thrown in, to his horror it was a person and not any person, but Harry Potter.

A/N

Okay so I know you all want to kill me, and I truly understand why, if I was reading this I'd wanna kill me as well. And also I did warn you this would be sad.

I promise the next chapter you shall find out who Bobby d'lore is, why Harry has nor died at all and our hero will be saved I promise.!

I have Monday and Tuesday off I promise to have the next chapter out then!