Chapter 3: Trapped
Two Months Later:
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Harry rolled over onto his side to look out the small window that was his only glimpse of something other than his prisoner cell. Number 407. It was just a small dark room, with hay covering the floor. The walls were made of stone and it was damp. It smelled damp too. He used his hand to shade the small amount of light from his eyes and sat up. He took his pocket knife and scratched another knotch on his make-shift calendar that was the wall. Harry had been here for two long months, and he didn't know how much longer he was going to be here. He wondered what Hermione was doing now, if she missed him, if they were looking for him.
A loud, metallic clang brought him out of this daydream and he looked up in surprise. The flap on his door opened and a plate followed by a goblet came through. He had been surprised at how well he was treated. It wasn't like it was a palace that he was staying at, but he was eating more than bread and water. He had spent most of the last two months trying to figure out where he was, but with no success. All he could see out of the little window was miles and miles of grass. He didn't even see any trees or bodies of water. When he had first arrived, he had gone through the few possessions he had. He had gone through his coat pockets and found only his wallet, which had only held some money, identification and a few pictures.
"I wonder what they want from me." He said as he reached up to scratch his face. He had grown a short beard from not shaving the past two months. He was angry with himself for not bringing his wand. If he had, he wouldn't be in this situation.
"Why didn't I bring my wand with me?" He yelled, frustrated.
"I don't know, but I'm glad you didn't. That would have made it much harder for us to capture you. Thanks." Said an unidentified, yet familiar voice.
"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" said Harry.
"Oh, I just came to see how you were doing, Mr. Potter. I trust that your room is to your liking?" Malfoy laughed.
"You should be the one in here, not me." Harry replied, becoming angrier by the second.
"You may see it that way, but you are the one in prison, and I intend to see that it stays that way. I may have to use threats to make you see this my way. You married that mudblood Granger, did you not?" Malfoy said
Harry got closer to the metal door. He couldn't see Malfoy, but he could hear him shifting around.
"Don't you even think about touching a hair on her head." He said through his teeth.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter," he spat, "over the years I've become quite high in the ranks of the Death Eaters. It wouldn't be me that would harm her, it would someone of a lower rank, with nothing better to do than to try and please me or the Dark Lord."
"Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this." Harry said, becoming desperate.
"She may not be important, but she is a key part of this." Malfoy said, "She may be the thing that convinces you to go along with us. If you don't, she will die."
"I can't believe that such a good person has you as a father. Draco is so much better than you will ever be." Harry said.
"Good thing for me that I don't need to be a good person in order to succeed in life." Lucius said casually.
"Yeah, if you call succeeding in life torturing people and making their lives hell." Replied Harry.
"I'll be back for you, when I need you. Until then, I suggest you rest up, Mr. Potter." Said Lucius, completely ignoring Harry's last comment. He walked away and Harry sat down against the damp walls of his cell.
"What did I do to deserve this?' he thought, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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A/N: Chapter 3 is now revised. I'm happier with these new versions, but they still have to be improved. Review please ( If you've read the original, review and tell me if these new versions are better or worse. Thanx
Two Months Later:
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Harry rolled over onto his side to look out the small window that was his only glimpse of something other than his prisoner cell. Number 407. It was just a small dark room, with hay covering the floor. The walls were made of stone and it was damp. It smelled damp too. He used his hand to shade the small amount of light from his eyes and sat up. He took his pocket knife and scratched another knotch on his make-shift calendar that was the wall. Harry had been here for two long months, and he didn't know how much longer he was going to be here. He wondered what Hermione was doing now, if she missed him, if they were looking for him.
A loud, metallic clang brought him out of this daydream and he looked up in surprise. The flap on his door opened and a plate followed by a goblet came through. He had been surprised at how well he was treated. It wasn't like it was a palace that he was staying at, but he was eating more than bread and water. He had spent most of the last two months trying to figure out where he was, but with no success. All he could see out of the little window was miles and miles of grass. He didn't even see any trees or bodies of water. When he had first arrived, he had gone through the few possessions he had. He had gone through his coat pockets and found only his wallet, which had only held some money, identification and a few pictures.
"I wonder what they want from me." He said as he reached up to scratch his face. He had grown a short beard from not shaving the past two months. He was angry with himself for not bringing his wand. If he had, he wouldn't be in this situation.
"Why didn't I bring my wand with me?" He yelled, frustrated.
"I don't know, but I'm glad you didn't. That would have made it much harder for us to capture you. Thanks." Said an unidentified, yet familiar voice.
"Malfoy. What are you doing here?" said Harry.
"Oh, I just came to see how you were doing, Mr. Potter. I trust that your room is to your liking?" Malfoy laughed.
"You should be the one in here, not me." Harry replied, becoming angrier by the second.
"You may see it that way, but you are the one in prison, and I intend to see that it stays that way. I may have to use threats to make you see this my way. You married that mudblood Granger, did you not?" Malfoy said
Harry got closer to the metal door. He couldn't see Malfoy, but he could hear him shifting around.
"Don't you even think about touching a hair on her head." He said through his teeth.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter," he spat, "over the years I've become quite high in the ranks of the Death Eaters. It wouldn't be me that would harm her, it would someone of a lower rank, with nothing better to do than to try and please me or the Dark Lord."
"Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this." Harry said, becoming desperate.
"She may not be important, but she is a key part of this." Malfoy said, "She may be the thing that convinces you to go along with us. If you don't, she will die."
"I can't believe that such a good person has you as a father. Draco is so much better than you will ever be." Harry said.
"Good thing for me that I don't need to be a good person in order to succeed in life." Lucius said casually.
"Yeah, if you call succeeding in life torturing people and making their lives hell." Replied Harry.
"I'll be back for you, when I need you. Until then, I suggest you rest up, Mr. Potter." Said Lucius, completely ignoring Harry's last comment. He walked away and Harry sat down against the damp walls of his cell.
"What did I do to deserve this?' he thought, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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A/N: Chapter 3 is now revised. I'm happier with these new versions, but they still have to be improved. Review please ( If you've read the original, review and tell me if these new versions are better or worse. Thanx