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Chapter 13: Saving Agony

Harry blankly opened his eyes. His mind was churning uncontrollably. He had seen her- his mother,

"No," Harry whispered to himself. "No, it was just Bellatrix trying to get a rise out of you. She was not your mother- she's an imposter."

Harry took a deep breath in, releasing it slowly to regain his composition, only then realizing that he was not in the same position he had been restraint to the past few days by the invisible chains. He was in fact lying on a wooden platform, his hands bound by metal cuffs with chains dangling from the pit of Adflictation Lair.

He lifted his head up, his back searing with pain as wooden splinters entered the open wounds on his back. He searched around the room. He was alone.

He rested his head back on the supporting platform, gulping down a breath. His health was deteriorating quickly, and he was beginning to feel the effects of it.

His face was host to several large open wounds, while his chests and arms were covered in scratches- seemingly made by Bellatrix's long, gruesome fingernails; Harry's back had several lashes made by Bellatrix's leather whip. Dried blood covered Harry's entire body; rarely did an actual patch of Harry's natural color shine through.

His cheeks were sunken in and his hair had grown to an abnormal length- Harry bore an uncanny resemblance to his now dead godfather.

Harry lay there, unsettled thoughts running through his head.

"What happened last night?" he spoke softly. "I was just here and then that woman came and she tried to hit me but something happened- something weird. Like a vision or a dream."

The dream, he thought, not daring to speak aloud incase inquiring ears were listening. The dream wasn't a dream. That was my mother and father- my true mother and father. I just don't understand though, what did they do? They- they put a spell on me, something for me to remember.

Details of the vision were quickly fading from his mind. He tried desperately to cling to them.

There was singing- I heard my mother's voice singing to me and she spoke an incantation. She said something about condemning me to pain. But why would she do that? Harry's head was once again beginning to throb.

"Bellatrix," he mumbled to himself. "She knew someone was going to try and find out the spell."

But I don't get it. Why would anyone give a bloody hell about that stupid incantation? It's not as if it would affect anyone but me… unless- no, that's impossible. Stop being stupid Harry.

Well, maybe it's not so stupid. What if- what if it can defeat Voldemort? Didn't she say something about that?

What if somehow my parents gave me the power to defeat Voldemort? That's got to be it!

Harry smiled to himself. A small sense of pride that he had figured it out by himself, without Hermione's help, swam through out his body.

But wait- why does Bellatrix care about it so much? What good would it do her? She obviously knows something about it, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

If Bellatrix got the power she would obviously give it to Voldemort. But- but what would he do with it? He would- he would kill me.

Realization struck Harry hard. He only hoped Bellatrix had not found out about the incantation.

I………………………………...I

The sun shone brightly through the dirty window in the library of Grimmauld Place. Beams of light played on Hermione's face, tickling her awake.

She silently stretched, a smile resting on her face. "Ron? How are you sweetie?"

Her eyes shot open, realization striking like lightning. "Ron! We were supposed to leave last night! We must of- Ron?"

Her eyes searched the room restlessly. "Ron?" she meekly asked, as her eyes caught site of a note to the right of her.

She quickly scanned the note, her eyes filling with tears. "No," she said quietly. "NO!"

She buried her head in her palms, tears spilling from the pits of her brown eyes. "W-Why, Ron? Why?"

"Hermione?" a soft voice asked.

Her head shot up, her eyes settling into Tonk's glare. She quickly stuffed the letter behind her back, ridding her eyes of any remnants of tears.

"T-Tonks? What are you doing back here?"

"We searched Privet Drive thoroughly- there was no sign of Harry ever being there… well except for the fact that we found his Uncle Vernon."

"Oh did you? Where is that man at? I hope they-"

"Wait, wait, wait Hermione. I don't think you quite understand. We found Vernon's body," Tonks said, as if Hermione should understand.

"Yeah, and?" Hermione asked, her blotchy eyes shining with confusion.

"And he was dead," Tonks added quietly.

Hermione looked shocked. "You don't think- you don't think Harry killed him… do you?"

"Well, we just don't know. We think it may have been Bellatrix, but we're just not sure. I mean there is still the possibility that it was Harry but we're just not sure."

Hermione sniffed, her eyes filling with tears once more.

"Where's Ron at?" Tonks asked suddenly, scanning the library for the red-headed boy.

"Oh, um, he-he's up in h-his room sleeping," Hermione lied, guilt shooting across her face.

Tonks looked at Hermione suspiciously but decided against saying anything. "Okay, would you want to go downstairs with me? Mrs. Weasley made breakfast and the rest of the Order should be there."

"Um, okay," Hermione said, wiping her eyes and standing from where she sat on the couch.

She smiled at Tonks sadly and walked to the doorway. Tonks followed Hermione, turning around to take one last glance around the room.

"Oh! Hermione, you forgot something!" Tonks said loudly, running back to the couch and picking up the letter. Tonks' curiosity perked up. Hermione was still walking towards the door and didn't seem to of noticed Tonk's warnings. Tonks quickly scanned the letter.

"Wait! What?"

Hermione turned around quickly. "What do you think you are doing Tonks? That's mine!" Hermione screamed as she ran back to Tonks, tearing the letter from the older girl's hand.

"Where is Ron at? What do you know?"

"That's none of your business!" Hermione screamed. "How dare you read my letter!"

"How dare you not tell us! Where the hell is Ron at?"

Hermione fumed at her. "I'm not going to tell you or anyone else! It's none of your business!"

Tonks glared at Hermione. Grabbing her arm, Tonks yanked Hermione out of the room, towards the kitchen.

Throwing her into a chair in front of the Order, Tonks whispered, "you are in so much trouble."

I………………………………...I

"Did you have fun last night, 'ittle baby Potter?" asked a voice in the shadows. It was Bellatrix again. Harry couldn't take much more of this.

Harry stayed silent. Maybe- just maybe, she would leave. None too soon, lights flickered on and Bellatrix's form illuminated right in front of Harry's battered body, which was still stationed on the hardwood platform.

"How do you like your new bed? I thought it looked comfy," she laughed to herself as Harry closed his eyes. He didn't want to see her evil face- the face that had been constantly abusing him for the past few weeks.

He felt her long, sharp nails trail down his cheek again, making him shudder. "Open, your eyes, Harry. Open, your lovely green eyes. Please, Auntie Bella wants to see them- see the pain in them."

Harry stayed still- maybe if he acted like he was asleep she would leave. She continued to trail her fingers down his cheek and then onto his chest. Her sharp nails cut at his thin-nightshirt, making him shake violently. He never knew what she was up to.

"Look at you," Bellatrix snarled, "you're dying. You've been here for weeks with almost no food. Do you think you're going to die starving?" she asked.

At the mention of food, Harry's stomach rumbled loudly, making Bellatrix laugh out loud. Maybe he was going to die of starvation. Bellatrix had given him water but she hadn't given him any food since he'd been here.

What a sad way to die.

Bellatrix continued to trail her nails down Harry's chest, she trailed them all the way down his pale, beaten leg. "You're so pretty."

Harry tensed up, and closed his eyes even tighter. Being stationed on the wooden platform disabled him from even moving. His arms were still tied high above his head and his ankles were tied to the platform. He was totally incapable of moving. At least with the chains he could move a little.

"Are you scared Harry? I would be. No one is going to come and rescue you- they don't care!"

"No," whimpered Harry, he just wanted her to leave him alone and let him rest.

Harry heard movement near him and Bellatrix started to whisper into his ear. "Oh Harry, you're so pretty. I want to keep you forever. I want you to be my slave. I want to use you whenever I'm bored. You will always be here," she whispered into Harry's ear, as she stroked his dirty, black hair back.

She snapped her hand and suddenly the gritty t-shirt he bore was torn from his mangled body.

"W-What are you doing?"

Bellatrix smiled at Harry. Batting her eyelashes, she simply said, "I'm bored."

Slowly she mounted Harry, straddling him to the wooden platform. She tilted forward, Harry struggling beneath her weight. As if in slow motion, she leaned forward, her lips making contact with Harry's delicate chest. She kissed him, over and over again, running her tongue along the crevices of Harry's thin, masculine pectorals.

Harry closed his eyes, his member slightly hardening. His body grew numb. He wanted her to stop, he wanted the pain to go away.

"Please," he said weakly. "Please, just stop."

Bellatrix looked up at him, glee glistening in her eye. "Harry, I love you."

"What? Stop," hissed Harry, "Get off of me!"

Bellatrix smirked. "Now, why would I want to do that, love? I want to be near you."

Harry swallowed thickly. Bellatrix smiled. "Oh, all right. Maybe you aren't ready."

She dismounted Harry, sitting on an empty part of the platform. "Now," Bellatrix whispered seductively, "why don't you tell me, what happened to you yesterday and I'll leave you alone? Hm…don't you want to be a good boy?"

Harry shook his head. She could do anything to him- but he would not tell her what he had found out. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I've told you, I don't know what you want!"

But the truth was that now he did know what she wanted and he didn't know if he had the energy to fight her.

"LIAR! Something happened, you had some connection with the Dark Lord and now you know something! What is the Dark Lord going to do?" Bellatrix took many deep breaths, trying to keep her anger in check. She leaned once more into Harry's small form trying to keep herself from lashing her anger at the boy. She needed to get information out of him first.

"I don't know anything," he whispered.

Bellatrix looked into the bright-green eyes of Harry and not being able to contain herself any longer slapped him on the face. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She continued to slap the boy hard.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" she screamed with every slap. She hated this boy- with the bane of her existence.

Harry had his eyes closed, trying to block the pain out. "Stop," he whispered close to tears.

"Why should I? You've ruined everything! Merlin, I hate you!" With one last slap Bellatrix looked at Harry, a few tears were streaming down his face from the pain. "Oh, did I hurt you?" Bellatrix lifted her finger towards a tear that was making its way down Harry's now red cheek. The tear landed on the tip of Bellatrix's index finger, she lifted her finger up and smiled. "I love the taste of pain," she whispered as she placed her finger in her mouth.

Harry closed his eyes in hopelessness, as more tears trailed down his cheeks from pain and agony.

I………………………………I

"Nymphadora Tonks! What the hell is wrong with you?" Mrs. Wealsey shouted, anger flashing in her eyes. "How dare you handle Hermione like that? How dare yo-"

"Molly, you might be interested in this before you make any judgments on me," Tonks said roughly, ripping the letter from Hermione's shaking hands and holding it to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley read the letter quickly. Her heart started pounding against her chest, as her face grew pale. Her hands began to furiously shake with anger and the pain that had washed over her body as she read her son's handwriting.

Dumbledore stood from the end of the long wooden table- the meeting place where disastrous news always seemed to be delegated out at. "What is going on?"

Every eye of the Order was directed towards Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, and Hermione.

"My- my son. He's gone," Mrs. Weasley spoke quietly, feeling faint.

"Gone where?" McGonagall asked.

"Merlin knows where! The letter doesn't say and Hermione isn't talking!" Tonks shouted exasperatedly.

"Hermione? Hermione, do you know where Ron went?" Dumbledore asked Hermione quietly.

Hermione stood from her chair and turned towards the Order. Her eyes grew dark in anger. "Why should I tell you? You wouldn't care! You haven't given a crap about Harry leaving since he was kidnapped! All you did was sit around and wait for a miracle to happen! Don't you get? Harry was out there dying and all you did was sit here!" Hermione screamed.

Dumbledore's look softened. "Hermione, I know it may of looked like we weren't doing anything but we were doing as much as we could. You and Ron just didn't know about it."

"Oh, sure you did. You sat here and waited for the Ministry to find Harry."

"We sent out Professor Snape to-"

"Professor Snape! Snape is a damn traitor! He'd kill Harry before helping him!" Hermione screamed at her headmaster.

Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle. "Hermione, you have no idea what kind of danger Harry is in and now Ron is walking in-"

"NO! You have no idea what kind of danger Harry is in! I know where he is and I know where Ron went! And what do you care anyways? It's your fault he's gone! You didn't listen to him about Snape and you didn't protect him! You just let him go as if he was nothing to you! Well guess what? He's everything to me! Him and Ron and- and- and you just don't understand!" Hermione sobbed.

There was silence in the room. Eyes were looking between Hermione and Dumbledore.

"H-Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley spoke up, as a tear silently slipped down her cheek. "Hermione, if you know where R-Ron is, can- can you please tell us? I n-need my baby back and-and he may die."

Hermione glared at Mrs. Weasley. "I love Ron so much, Mrs. Weasley, but is he all you care about? What about Harry? Don't you care if he dies? Did you ever?" she calmly asked.

Mrs. Weasley remained silent, looking at Dumbledore for help.

McGonagall spoke up. "Oh, stop being silly, girl! Of course we care about Harry! We care about them both! But there is no way we are going to get them back unless we know where they are!"

"And the only way we are going to find that out is if you tell us," Tonks finished.

Hermione stood there, silently contemplating whether she would speak or not.

"P-Please Hermione. Just tell us where my son, and Harry, are," Mrs. Weasley pleaded.

"If- if I told you, you would just ruin everything."

"Please, Hermione! Just tell-"

There was a sudden commotion towards the front of the room as the door opened and Dobby poked his large head in.

"Dobby must speak to the Order," Dobby said timidly.

"Please Dobby, this is not a good time," Dumbledore said gently.

Dobby looked from the dark form of Hermione standing at the back of the room to the Order. "Please, Dumbledore, sir. It is about Harry Potter."

"What do you know of Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Dobby just visited Whispy, his cousin. Whispy work for dark mistress. He has seen Harry Potter."

Everyone's ears suddenly perked up. "What?" McGonagall asked.

"Whispy say that Harry Potter doesn't look good. Whispy say that Harry Potter has been- has been," Dobby paused and burst into hysterical, high-pitched sobs. "Whispy says that Harry Potter has been beaten and starved! Whispy say that his mistress hurts Harry Potter to get information."

Dumbledore looked furiously around the room, taking in his colleague's reactions. He focused back on Dobby, who was still crying into the pits of his hands.

"Dobby," he stated, "Did Whispy say what his mistress was trying to get?"

Dobby shook his head. "Whispy only say that his mistress has been mumbling under hers breath, about he-who-must-not-be-named needing information to hurt Harry Potter even more. Whispy say that his mistress will beat Harry Potter until she gets what she wants."

"Alright Dobby, is that all you can tell us?" McGonagall asked with a sad expression on her face. For some reason she had hoped against all hope that Bellatrix would not harm Harry. After all, the boy had been through enough.

Dobby had settled down a bit and seemed to be wracking his brain to see if he had been missing anything. "Oh! Whispy says his mistress keeps telling Harry he be bad. He be a bad friend and everybody hates him. Whispy says Mistress tells Harry he be bad to Hermy and his Weazy and he doesn't deserve such better friends."

Hermione felt her face grow red, as tears entered her brown eyes. She bit her lip, blood springing from the pit her bite.

Dumbledore looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What did Harry do?" he asked roughly.

Hermione began to tremble. "N-Nothing, professor, nothing. He was just… he was just," Hermione's voice faltered. "He was just Harry." Hermione paused.

"He's at Adflictation Lair, professor. Adflictation Lair, you hear? Get him back for me- get them both back," Hermione finished in a soft whisper, but every ear in the room heard the bushy-haired girl's response.

I………………………………...I

He had found it. He was now in the cold dungeon of Adflictation Lair. Ron just hoped he was in the right place. Was Harry here? Am I going to be able to rescue him and take him away from the torture he's been suffering through? thought Ron hopefully.

Slithering around a corner, Ron moved his tiny snake head left and right. This had to be the weirdest and bravest thing he had ever done… yet. He was in the form of a snake but he could still think just like he was in his normal human form.

Thoughts kept running through his head. He just hoped to Merlin that Hermione had listened to him and wasn't coming. He still didn't think he could manage to live with her dying- it would kill him.

Images of Harry being tortured kept playing through Ron's mind. The further he made his way into this dungeon, the more terrified he became. Luckily, he hadn't seen anyone yet-but what worried him the most was that he hadn't seen one sign of Harry- not one.

Is Harry still alive?

Suddenly, Ron started to feel his body begin to tingle. The potion must be wearing out- what am I going to do? Where am I going to hide? How am I going to find Harry?

Starting to worry, Ron slithered faster than he had yet to achieve. The dungeon didn't have any places to hide and there didn't seem to be any doors either. What was he going to do? He was going to get caught. Now he wished Hermione were there with him- she would know what to do.

Seconds later, Ron found himself standing completely alone in human form, in the middle of Adflictation Lair. He grabbed his wand out from his pocket. He promised to Hermione that he was going to try his hardest to get to Harry- he couldn't leave now.

Suddenly, a door right next to him opened and out came Bellatrix Lestrange herself. She seemed pissed off. Ron tried to glance inside the room she had came running out of. Maybe Harry was in there.

Not being able to hide, Bellatrix eyes glanced at Ron's still form- she had seen him. He had failed Harry and Hermione. They were both going to die.

"Who are you?" she sneered, glancing up and down at Ron, trying to see how a human had gotten in to her dungeon.

Ron stayed silent. Maybe she wouldn't think he was real and ignore him.

"I asked you a question!" she screamed as she walked over to Ron and gripped his arm. He could feel the bruise appearing already.

Ron cleared his throat. "I-I'm um…I'm."

"QUIT YOUR BLABBERING! I KNOW VERY WELL WHY YOU'RE HERE!"

The evil witch walked closer towards Ron, finally getting the full view of him. "OH, your one of Harry's friends aren't you? You're a Weasley. I should have known you would have tried to rescue your poor helpless friend. Well, you're too late. He- Harry's gone. You won't ever see him again."

Ron stood there paralyzed, numb thoughts running through his head.

"What?" Ron finally croaked out. Harry was dead? He was truly dead- he would never see him again. "You're lying. Harry- he can't be dead."

Bellatrix smiled. "Yes, he died a horrible death. He didn't think any of you cared about him. He suffered, you know. I made him think no one loved him. I suppose he died of a broken heart or some crap like that. He did cry for you though. He pleaded for you- said he was sorry. The poor boy, did you get in a fight or something?"

Ron, glanced at her, something made him think she was lying. But it didn't last long, the impact of Harry's death weighed horribly on Ron's heart and he couldn't stop thinking of his best friend. Now he would never see him again.

Bellatrix circled around Ron. "Hm…looks like I could use another person to keep me company. Would you mind joining me?"

Ron, quickly realizing Bellatrix intentions, tore his arm away from her- desperate to make an escape; she was too quick for him and put him in a full body bind.

"Hm...we're going to have some fun- you'll end up just like your dear friend- dead."

I………………………………...I

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