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Chapter 11: Disturbed Convictions

Ron stared out the window into the still sheet of gray. The sun was hidden behind a heavy fog that had settled over Grimmauld Place.

Hermione bustled around in the old library, flipping through book after book. "Ron, I know it's here somewhere…" Hermione said firmly.

Ron turned from the window. "Hermione, it would really help if you told me what you were looking for."

Hermione sighed. "Well it's… Well it's… Well it's just too hard to explain without actually showing you…"

"Well, how do you know it's here… what ever it is?" Ron turned back towards the window and glared out into the dark haven.

"Well, a few years ago, I was just in here doing a bit of light reading and I happen to come across it." Hermione paused. "Oh Ron! This is the only shot we have of getting Harry back!"

Ron blinked tears out of his eyes. "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I-I just needed to clear something up with you."

Hermione's head popped up from the book she was rummaging through at the tone of Ron's voice.

"W-What is it, Ron?" she had a feeling she knew what was coming.

"I just need to make sure you know that-" Ron paused. "Do you see that?" he asked hurriedly pointing through the window at a mysterious figure gliding through the mist.

Hermione rushed over. "Ron! It's an owl!"

"Hermione, help me open the window!" Ron nearly yelled in anxiousness.

Together, Ron and Hermione pushed the ancient window open. The owl slipped in, dropped a letter in Ron's lap and flew back out.

Ron slowly picked up the letter, delicately opening it. He quickly skimmed the letter, Hermione trying to read over his shoulder.

"Hermione! We need to get to the Order! It's from the Ministry! They know where Harry is!"

I………………………………...I

Harry woke up in a cold sweat; he was shivering uncontrollably and felt incredibly nauseous. He slowly opened his eyes and was faced with the same rocky ceiling he had been living under for the last few days. He felt tears build up in his eyes as he remembered what had happened to him. His uncle had stabbed him- he was surly going to die.

He tried to turn his head to the right but the movement caused his wound and all the bruises that littered his body to scream out in pain. Harry's eyes closed in pain as he felt a tear slip down his dirty cheek.

He felt the darkness of sleep start to overcome him again but before he could fall into the wanted blackness he heard a popping sound right next to him. His bloodshot eyes shot open in fear.

He painfully turned his head to the right, his sores aching with every meaning of the word, and looked for the source of the loud noise.

"Hello Harry Potter sir. Mistress says to help you. Mistress says to heal Harry Potter. Mistress doesn't want you to die. Mistress needs Harry Potter for something," a house elf said as he bent down to be level with Harry on the ground.

"W-Who are y-you?" Harry struggled to say, wincing with a sudden shock of pain.

The house elf stared into Harry's tired, bloodshot eyes for a minute and then went towards Harry's chest where the stab wound resided. "Whispy, Whispy the house elf, sir."

The house elf grabbed the bottom of Harry's tattered nightshirt and started to rip it.

"No," Harry croaked in a whisper, moving his arm to try to cover his shirt.

Whispy turned his head towards Harry's. "Harry Potter, is something wrong?"

Harry coughed into his hand violently, making Whispy wince in sympathy.

When Harry stopped coughing his hand fell back limply next to his side onto the freezing concrete floor. Whispy noticed blood on the boy's hand and immediately started to worry.

"Please, d-don't rip my shirt, it's all I have," whispered Harry a pleading look on his dirty face.

Whispy frowned. "Sir, Whispy have too, Whispy'll fix it after Whispy is done. It's the only way to heal the wound," replied the elf sympathetically.

Harry sighed deeply and closed his eyes and nodded his head slowly, Whispy carefully ripped the thin material apart. Harry started shivering from the cold air streaming into his chest wound, stinging it harshly.

"Mistress gave Harry Potter a potion to stop the blood from running. Mistress does not want Harry Potter to die, and neither does Whispy," Whispy nodded his head, trying to confirm it himself.

Harry didn't respond and waited for Whispy to start whatever he was brought here to do.

The wound had clearly already gotten infected, even though Harry had been given a blood-replenishing potion, it didn't stop the wound from getting contaminated. Harry turned his head to look at his chest. There was a large slit where the knife had gained entrance. Blood was spurting out from the injury, running down his chest and dripping onto blood.

"Umm, Whispy?"

"Yes, Harry Potter?"

"H-How bad is it? Am I going to-to die?"

Whispy shook his head as he picked up a vile of potion and opened the cork. "Sir, this may stings a bit but it will heal it up. Harry Potter, you not going to die. B-But it may hurt for a while- it-it may never really heal."

"Whispy?"

"Yes, Harry Potter?"

"Am-am," Harry paused and took a deep breath. In a whisper he asked, "Am I going to get another scar?"

Whispy felt tears come into his eyes but gulfed them down. He slowly shook his head. "Yes, Harry Potter, yes."

Harry nodded his head in recognition. Voldemort had made him a branded man when he was a baby, and now he would always have to live with the knowledge that his uncle had hated him enough to want to kill him.

Wispy poured the potion on Harry's wounded chest. It stung and ached, and Harry grimaced with pain.

A few seconds later Harry felt a light, cooling liquid being poured over the wound. It relieved the wound from all pain and Harry breathed a breath of relief. .

Harry looked up at the house elf through blurry vision, silently thanking him. Harry's eyes dropped closed a few seconds later, the pain had made him incredibly tired.

Whispy frowned down at Harry, thinking of his mistress. Mistress mean to Harry Potter, he thought, Mistress in big trouble!

"Potter, sir!" Whispy called, trying to wake Harry up after he had applied a salve to the young boy's burn.

Harry groaned and rolled over. "Come on Ron, just a few more minutes. I'm really tired."

"Mr. Potter, sir! You need to wake up! Mistress could be coming very soon, she'll get mad."

"C'mon Ron! Why is this bed so hard and cold? M-Maybe you could get Dobby to make a fire? Fire is good, Ron, isn't it? It keeps you warm."

Whispy blinked, "Dobby?"

"Yes, Ron, Dobby. You know, short, ugly, obsessed with socks. You know Dobby!"

"Yes- yes, I do."

"Okay, then could you go get him for me? Nobody can build a fire like Dobby can. He's the best house-elf in the world!"

"Whispy will be right back with Dobby, Harry Potter. Don't worry. Dobby and Whispy will save Harry Potter."

I………………………………...I

Hermione and Ron burst through the kitchen doors at 12 Grimmauld Place, the eyes of every Order member turned on them.

"We know where Harry is!" Ron panted as he rushed to the front of the room, where Dumbledore sat. "This-this just came from the Ministry!" He rose the piece of parchment above his red skull, waving it wildly around.

He swiftly handed it to Dumbledore, gasping from the long run.

Dumbledore skimmed the letter and swiftly handed it to Minerva, who quickly read it to the Order.

"Albus! This means Harry is-" Arthur Weasley shouted out, standing from his wooden chair.

"Yes, I know Arthur-"

"We have to leave now!" Tonks said loudly, rising from her chair.

"Okay, you all know what to do!" Dumbledore shouted. "We need to make a neat job of this! Mundungus, Swain, Doge, Diggle, Mad Eye and Tonks, leave now and secure the perimeter. We'll catch up to you in a minute."

The aforementioned people swiftly nodded and evaporated from the room.

"The rest of you, take your positions. We need to make a swift job of this! If Bellatrix truly has got them there, it can be extremely dangerous for Harry!"

The rest of the Order stood from the seats, bustling around the room.

Ron and Hermione rushed to the living, grabbing their jackets.

"Okay Hermione, do you want to fly or take floo powder?'

"What did you say?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she overheard her son talking in the opposing room.

"Well, mum, since we can't apparate, we have to get there somehow," Ron said as he heard several popping noises from the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but let a tear slip. "Look honey, I know you want to help get Harry back but you can't come with us… it's just too dange-"

"WHAT?" Ron roared. "Mum, we have been in much more danger then just going to-"

"I know, hun. But, what would we do if we lost you as well?"

"Well- well, what do you expect me to do? Just sit here and wait to hear that Harry's been dead? Well you listen to me! Harry has always been there for me when I was in trouble- when anyone was in trouble! What did he do when Ginny was down in the Chamber? Just sit there and wait? NO! He went and saved her! And- and what about the mermaids? He was down there to everyone was out of the water! He came after me when Sirius dragged me under the Whomping Willow… he needs me mum! He needs me! And so do you!"

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Listen, I'm sorry Ron, you can't come. I need to go now. Bye dears."

Mrs. Weasley swiftly apparated from the room.

"NO!" Ron shouted as his mother left, throwing an old chair across the room. Ron and Hermione were once again alone. Left there to wait and worry.

I……………………..I

Harry was stationed against the cold concrete wall; at least it was better than the position Bellatrix had confined him to for the last few days. Harry was afraid that once she came back he would be in the same predicament all over again.

Harry coughed into his hand again, the feeling of blood once more soaked his trembling hand. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was starting to get scared.

Harry shivered in his thin nightshirt as he tried to change into a more comfortable position, only to gasp in pain. He laid his head back on the concreted wall and shivered brutally once more.

Harry swallowed thickly as he closed his eyes. Dehydration was beginning to take over his body.

Of course, Bellatrix had given him water in the last few days; nevertheless it was not enough to quench his thirst- just enough to keep him alive.

Harry's eyes snapped open as he felt long nails trial down his cheek, blood draining from the long scratch.

Harry gasped in agony.

"Hello sweetie, it's nice to see you all healed. Whispy always does a good job," said Bellatrix evilly as she trailed her fingernails down Harry's shirt.

"So how are you feeling?"

Harry averted his eyes towards his lap, keeping silent for the sake of rebellion.

Bellatrix grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Oh Sweetie, I know how you're feeling," Bellatrix cooed, "You're breaking-you know that. No one has come to save you-you're going to die. Unless you tell me what I want to know!"

Harry shook his head back and forth. "I-I don't know w-wh-what you want from me, please, if you would just tell me," pleaded Harry as he tried to keep the tears in his eyes.

"You know what I want! Stop being so stupid!" Bellatrix screamed and pulled Harry's chin closer, causing Harry to fall on all fours, and start coughing relentlessly.

Bellatrix cheerfully watched Harry coughing on the floor- suffering. He started coughing up blood, making her smile even more.

Bellatrix watched Harry until his coughing subsided; he finally fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Hmmm, I bet you would like some water, wouldn't you?" Bellatrix cackled, an evil smirk on her face.

Harry's eyes glazed over in hopefulness but he didn't say anything- he would not be fooled by her.

Bellatrix laughed and sneakily grabbed something from behind her back, only to then show Harry a flask-which he could only hope was full of water.

Bellatrix knelt down on the floor eye-level with Harry. "I'll give you some water, Sweetie. Auntie Bella doesn't want you to get too dehydrated," she said in a sickly sweet voice.

Harry lifted a shaky hand to grasp the vile but Bellatrix squeezed her hand around his frail wrist. "No! I will be the one to give it to you!" Harry nodded his head and tried to release his wrist from her vice-like grip. "Sit up! Sit up!"

Harry quickly tried to get up into a sitting position but he was just too weak. He suddenly felt her hands tighten around his arms and lift him up, her nails digging into skin and drawling blood.

Bellatrix unscrewed the cork form the flask and placed the flask on Harry's lips.

Harry could feel the coldness of the flask touch his lips and he never wanted it more than that. He just hoped she wasn't tricking him.

He then felt the water gain entrance to his dry mouth and he greedily started swallowing it.

Bellatrix lifted the flask higher. More water pour into his mouth, making Harry have to swallow faster. Harry turned his head away-he had been thirsty but now it wasn't refreshing anymore-now it felt like he was drowning.

Harry choked on the water, not being able to swallow anymore. Bellatrix just continued to pour more into his mouth, making him have no choice but to swallow. All the water was starting to make his empty stomach churn. She grabbed Harry's chin making sure he didn't turn his head.

Harry choked again. He tried to turn his head to the left but Bellatrix grip was too strong. Harry pulled back from her successfully, hitting his head on the concrete wall but separating himself from Bellatrix's grip.

The rest of the freezing cold water poured out of the flask onto Harry's thin-shirt.

Harry coughed into his hand. He now felt incredibly nauseous from all the water.

"STUPID BOY!" roared Bellatrix viciously. "I'm generous enough to give you water and then you don't want any."

"I-I ha-I- you gave me enough thanks," replied Harry, leaning his head back against the wall.

"Enough? Fine you won't get anymore! Ever! I don't care if you die-why don't you just tell me what I want to know?"

Bellatrix grabbed a whip that was stationed against the wall and started hitting the wall with it trying to vent her anger.

"You're stupid- no one loves you-they all hope you die. You are USELESS! Everyone hates you!" she screamed.

She tossed one last snap with the whip, but out of anger she missed the wall and ending up hitting Harry's injured calf, causing a piercing sound to echo through the cave. Harry placed a hand over his calf, trying to alleviate the pain.

"Oh, little Potter. I'm so sorry-Auntie Bella is so sorry for hurting you-let me look at it-please?" she asked in a sweet voice.

Harry shook his head. "No."

"Oh? You don't want me too?"

Harry shook his head again, his eyes averted away from Bella's cold grey ones.

Bella laughed as she got up. "You're helpless you know no one's going to find you- they don't care. I have something wonderful planned for you," Bellatrix said as she apparated from the room.

Harry lay down on the ground not able to keep his head up any longer. He still felt incredibly nauseous and his leg was still screaming in pain.

Pain. It was the only thing he had been experiencing the past few days and he couldn't remember what it was like to not experience it.

Everything was slowly disappearing from his mind and pain was replacing it.

I……………….I

Dobby fidgeted as he sat alone in a dark corner in the kitchen of Hartford's Inn, impatiently waiting for his cousin to arrive. House elves bustled around him, plates and silverware swaying dangerously as food was served to the costumers.

Dobby pulled a note from his patched-on pocket and quickly skimmed it.

Dobi,

Met Whispy at Hartfird Inn at 7, Wenday.

Whispy

He impatiently looked at the clock to his left- 7:35.

He looked around at the busy kitchen, eyes ticking between the clock and the madness that surrounded him.

"D-Dobby?"

Dobby swiftly turned around.

"Who said that?"

"D-Dobby, master of k-kitchen say that you c-can not stay here."

Dobby looked to the left and saw his friend, Grimly, hiding behind a dish towel. Dobby looked at him furiously.

"Grimly tell master that Dobby stay here, right in this seat, until important Whispy comes," he said firmly.

"B-But Master says-"

"Dobby!" a squeaky voice shouted out, interrupting the frightened Grimly.

"Whispy! You late!"

"Sorry! Dobby, Whispy needs help. It's about Harry Potter!"

Dobby's eyes widened in grief, as he began to squeeze out tears. "H-Harry

Potter been tooked by mean lady! And Order mads about it and sad! And-"

"B-But Dobby! Whispy know where Harry Potter is! We needs to save him!"

I………………………….I

The constant drips of unmingled water falling on Harry was making him terribly cold.

His arms were getting incredibly sore from being stationed above his head and his knee was starting to throb from putting so much pressure on it.

Any movement that he would make, no matter how minimal, would give him a shock that would run through his entire body. Every time the shocks got longer and more powerful, the pain was taking an enormous amount of energy out of him.

Lights dimmed on and Harry tightly closed his eyes against the bright light.

"Ah…baby Potter did you have a nice rest?" whispered Bellatrix next to his ear.

Harry didn't respond.

"Now, I think it's about time I put you to work," cackled Bellatrix while running her dark red nail across Harry's freezing arm, making Goosebumps appear on his pale skin.

Bella laughed. "Do I make you nervous sweetie?"

She walked around him in tiny circles, making him extremely anxious.

She snapped her fingers a second later, causing the chains that had been attached to him to open up, letting Harry fall to the ground. She must have stationed him up on the invisible chains again now while he was asleep.

Harry lay on his stomach, not moving- the pain from the shocks and his bruises making him too weak to move.

"Get up! You worthless BRAT!" roared Bellatrix. Getting angry, she kicked Harry in the stomach and pushed him on his back with her shoe.

Harry started coughing, the movement affecting his lungs.

Bellatrix grabbed his arm, squeezing it painfully hard.

"Oh, you're freezing dear? Is little baby Potter cold? You feel like ice," she cackled evilly, her eyes sparkling.

The only answer Harry gave was the chattering of his teeth.

"WALK! I have to show you something," grinned Bellatrix, while stalking across the room.

Harry almost fell over again without having the support Bellatrix had been giving him by holding onto his baggy nightshirt.

He started to shakily walk over to Bellatrix, not having any options.

"Why are you limping? Hurry up you great whelp!"

"I-I can't help it," Harry stuttered.

"Well, I don't care! Quit looking around the bloody room- there are no exits," screamed Bellatrix, while grabbing a hold of Harry's chin and yanking his neck forward.

Harry hissed in pain.

"Oh…did that hurt baby Potter? I love to see you in pain," she stated.

Harry yanked his head back and took a step away from her, his neck screaming in protest.

"Okay, let me show you why I've brought you here," she showed with a wave of her hand, " This is a room that I will be staying in- I will always be able to see you and what you are doing."

Harry just stared at her a loss for words.

"You are now my slave; baby Potter-my house elf."

I……………I

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