Discalimer: These characters do not belong to me, but to the wonderfully creative Mrs. Rowling ) You gotta love that woman;)
A/N- The lines indicate different parts of the story, but to help lessen the confussion I will label them )
PrisonPart:
Two days had passed by, and Harry couldn't do anything. He felt guilty that Ron was being dragged into this but hadn't thought about how he would stop it. The deatheaters had given him food, but Harry refused to eat it. Harry felt like joining Voldemort was the only solution to save Ron, but knew he couldn't betray his parents' sacrifice. Harry tried to rest, but it was no use. How could he rest when he knew they were going to attack Ron or do who knows what to him next?
"Wait a second . . . attacks . . . that's it!" Harry thought to himself, as he arose suddenly.
"It's the same thing with Hermione. They were going to catch me last time, but they failed. So they then used Voldemort's plan, got me here and are now going to try to force me to become allies with them, but by doing something to Ron."
Now that Harry knew what was going on he needed to figure out how to escape. Or at least warn Ron.
Hogwarts Part:
"I can't believe this is happening." Hermione said as she wiped the tears from her eyes again.
"I know, I know. But Harry has fought off Voldemort before, I'm sure he can do it again." Ron said reassuringly, while hugging Hermione as she wept.
"Still . . . What if . . . the prophecy . . . was right? What if . . . ?" Hermione couldn't finish her sentence at the mere thought of what could happen.
"'Mione, when have you ever spoke like this? Come on, let's go to the Library." Ron said taking her hand and leading her to the door "There must be something there that can help us track down Harry.
Right before they were going to walk through the common room door, someone called them.
"Ron, Hermione, Wait!" It was Ginny "I heard about H- . . . Harry and I have something I need to tell you." Ginny said. Her cheeks were pink and puffy, and looked like she had been crying as much as Hermione.
"Can it wait?" Ron asked glancing down at Hermione, then looking back at his younger sister, hinting to her that Hermione needed to be cheered up.
"No. Now." Ginny said firmly, yet quietly as she sat down on a chair and waited for them to do the same.
Slowly, but surely, Ron and Hermione made their way over to the couple a sat comfortably.
"Okay, well you know back at Grimwauld Place when Harry had the first weird dream? I-"
"Wait how did you find out about that?" Ron said impatiently.
"Let me finish. . ." Ginny continued down at her feet "I had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and I heard him muttering something. So I tip-toed in to hear what he was saying, and he was speaking in muttered words but still clear enough to understand. I could tell he was dreaming some sort of conversation with Voldemort." She looked up at Ron and Hermione's horror stuck, yet curious faces.
"Uhh, Ron, can you please let go of my arm?" Hermione asked nervously, as they both looked down at the arm as Ron squeezed it in nervousness.
"Oh . . . sorry." Ron said rubbing the spot he had hurt.
"What was he saying?" Hermione asked curiously.
"He was speaking from Voldemort's point of view, and I only heard bits and pieces, but they said something like doing something to Harry and then taking him to some old, abandoned muggle prison a couple miles from the end of Hogwarts grounds." Ginny's face was now pale from the mere memory of it.
"I heard him muttering, but it was too quiet. If you were there when he had it, why didn't you tell anyone?" Ron asked accusingly.
"I DID! I told Dumbledore, and he said he would talk to Harry, He said that Harry needed to overcome Voldemort, but he was afraid of the outcome because of the prophecy. That's why he told me not to tell anyone, but Dumbledore knew I would tell you." Ginny hung her head, feeling she had done something wrong.
"It's entirely my fault that I didn't warn him before." Ginny said letting the tears drop and splash onto the floor "He would be here now If not for me." As Ginny said this, she got up and began to walk out of the common room, but was stopped by Hermione, who broke free of Ron's tight grip (again).
"Ginny, it isn't your fault. Dumbledore knows what he is doing. Now come on. I have a feeling that the Order isn't going to save Harry on their own. We were just heading to the library, come on, let's see if we can find anything about this prison." Hermione said smiling at the fact that they were one step closer to finding Harry.
Prison Part:
Harry sat again on the floor, peering up at the stars. The rain clouds had cleared, and you could see all the patterns of the different stars. Harry hadn't heard from any of the deatheaters, nor Voldemort, all day. Except for the grubby food delivery, which Harry now ate a tiny bit each day, just to avoid starvation; and when the deatheaters would come to stand guard for three hours. Harry was now used to his surroundings, but still had no idea where he was. He had, for the most part, figured out his plan. The only thing left to question is when he would do it.
Just then, the door swung open, in its usual fashion, and the same two deatheaters walked to the seats they had sat in before. Harry could hear their muffled voices, but not clearly from where he was laying, so he quietly arose and slowly moved to where he would be able to hear them better without being caught eavesdropping.
"So did The Dark Lord count on someone rescuing Potter by now, or at least making some sort of contact?" Nott asked. Harry realized Nott must be the "slowest" of the deatheaters.
"Why don't you just pay attention?" Lucius asked Nott in a very aggravated voice "The Dark Lord is going to wait for another response from Potter before making any more moves. The only thing is, is that The Dark Lord is afraid the Potter will pick up on what he is scheming. For some reason he is having difficulties entering a certain part of Potter's mind. The Dark Lord knows of Potter's intelligence, but he had no idea Potter knew Occlumency to some level. Why else would we be sitting here guarding? We are supposed to make sure he isn't doing anything funny." Lucius explained "Speaking of which, he is awfully quiet." Lucius said in almost a whisper as he steadily walked over to Harry's cell.
Thinking fast, Harry quickly but quietly ran over to the metal bench.
"Hmm." Lucius said looking suspiciously over at Harry, before walking back to his seat and sat quietly once again.
Harry took a sigh of relief, exhaling a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.
"So if The Dark Lord is waiting to strike against the others, why aren't we guarding Potter any more?" Nott asked again, obviously annoying Lucius.
"Snape will be watching Potter now. He has convinced The Dark Lord that he can change Potter's mind." Lucius said as they walked up the stairs once again in their usual fashion.
After Harry was sure the coast was clear he sat up and rubbed his head. His headache had thankfully gone away since being hit in the head with a rock, but his scar always was searing with pain. Although these reasons were not the reasons of this head ache. This time it had been what information he had just retrieved from the deatheaters.
"Snape? I thought he wasn't a deatheater anymore!" Harry racked his brain and tried to figure out how Dumbledore could've ever trusted Snape. After all, he is a deatheater.
Hogwarts Part:
"I think I found something!" Ginny said excitedly as she brought an old Daily Prophet newspaper clipping to the table Ron was sitting at. "Look at this! Exactly 5.2 miles from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry grounds, where the town of Extermino once stood, there lies the remains of an abandoned prison, that mark the sad day when Extermino went up in flames due to . . . ahh forget that! We found him! He's at Extermino Prison. That's it." Ginny said excitedly as she carefully folded up the article and slipped it in her pocket.
"Well, I hate to burst your bubble Ginny, but how are we supposed to get there? That's 5.2 miles after the however many miles of land Hogwarts has." Ron said with an exhausted expression planted upon his face.
"Well I am sure that won't be a problem. I think it's time we go visit Hagrid, don't you Ron?" Hermione said with a sly smile.
"Can't it wa- Oh . . . okay let's go pay Hagrid a well needed visit." Ron said as he placed the books back in their places and they left for Hagrid's hut.
It was a beautiful day outside as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all walked down to see Hagrid. Of course though, they didn't care much for nice weather at the moment. As they knocked on the hug hut door, they heard the normal scruffy voice of their friend scrambling about while getting to the door.
"Oh 'ello Hermione, Ron, & Ginny! I haven't seen you in a while." Hagrid said with his usual cheerful smile, except there was something different about it.
"Would you like some tea? Or might I be able to help you with something?" Hagrid asked pouring them some tea.
"Uh, Hagrid, we might as well cut to the chase . . . We found where they took Harry." Hermione said sternly.
Just then Hagrid spilt the tea all over the table, knocking over the cup he was pouring it into.
"Now listen you three. I know when your friends in trouble you want to help them out, but I can't let you go chasing after you-know-who. What if he caught you three to? Harry wouldn't want that. Now I want you to go talk to Dumbledore about it before you go meddling again. You understand?" Hagrid said determinedly as he began to clean up his spill.
"Yes." They all answered, although Ron's answer was very low and he continued to mutter something quietly.
"Now finish your tea and get going. It's almost noon." Hagrid said with slight nod of his head.
As Ron, Ginny, and Hermione sat and drank the last of their tea they thanked Hagrid and headed back up to the castle.
"I'm so sick of everyone treating us like children! Don't go after Harry, let the order take care of it. Don't do this . . . Don't do that" Ron mocked annoyingly.
"So what should we do?" Ginny asked looking towards her older brother for ideas.
"Well I am going to save Harry, if it's the last thing I do. Are you two you feeling the same?" Ron asked with a mysterious smile on his face.
"Of course, I'm in." Hermione said smiling a smile quite similar to Ron's.
"So what's the plan?" Ginny asked with a smile of rebellion on her face.
"I have an idea how to tell Harry we're coming." Hermione said gently tapping her finger against her chin, as she usually does while she thinks about something important.
Prison Part:
Harry slept little that night knowing something was coming. He had no idea what, but if it had Snape involved, it must be bad. As Harry sat up and stretched, he noticed there was something tapping madly at his window.
"Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap." Harry looked towards the iron barred window to see Hedwig tapping at the bars covering the windows, because she couldn't fit through them.
"Hedwig? How did you find me?" Harry said surprisingly smiling.
"Tweet!" Hedwig answered, trying to fit through the bars but failing again.
Harry looked on her legs for parchment but found nothing.
Harry stroked her feathers for any sign of interference but found her feathers perfectly neat as normal.
"If you weren't interfered, why, and who, would they send you with no letter?" Harry asked Hedwig quietly.
Hedwig cooed one more time, as Harry stroked her through the bars, before she flew off into the rising sun.
As the day went by, Harry couldn't help but think about the prophecy, as he lay on the metal bar bench, and wonder what it said. "Voldemort obviously wants the prophecy's information from me, even though I don't know any more about it than he does. Why does he think I do? And why keep me here?" Harry thought to himself, messing up his hair in a way he usually did to think.
"Well, that's a good question Potter, and I suggest you don't tell him anything." a familiar voice said from behind him.
Harry turned around to see Snape standing there cross-armed leaning against the wall, smirking.
"What are you smirking at?" Harry asked defensively.
"Well Mr. Potter, have a bit of a temper now don't we?" Snape said smirking once again.
"You know it's useless." Harry said standing up so he would be more level with Snape.
"What would that be Mr. Potter?" Snape asked in a curious/mocking sort of way.
"You're going to try to convince me to become allies with Voldemort." Harry said.
Snape couldn't help but stare into the seventeen-year-olds dark green eyes. He could see the determination in them, his hatred burning up like a flame.
"Potter, when will you learn? Your first year, I tried save you from falling off your broom from Quirrel's jinx. Third year I tried to keep you away from Sirius, who was supposedly a murderer then, and just last year I tried to teach you Occlumency." Snape answered "I have never been against you, although you are my favorite student." Snape sarcastically making both almost smirk in a casual way.
"Anyhow, I am going to spend the time here teaching you how to block intruders out of your mind. But you MUST try your very hardest, because if The Dark Lord sees I am teaching you, because you are not trying to close your pitiful mind, we are both done for." Snape answered still staring into Harry's burning green eyes.
"The Order does know where you are and is trying their best, but you got yourself in a bit of mess here Potter." Snape said.
"So you aren't a deatheater?" Harry asked confused "How does Voldemort not know that?"
"Well I am very good at Occlumency. Why else would Dumbledore have me teaching you?" Snape asked "You think I volunteered?"
"Right." Harry said as the hatred in his eyes slowly wore away into his regular soft, lush eyes "So how exactly are we going to pull this off? I am obviously not very good at - "
"But wait," Snape interrupted "That's just it. You see Mr. Potter, the trick to Occulmency is confidence. For instance, the only reason The Dark Lord can't dig too deep in your mind, is because there is a certain point where you block him out with out you even knowing it."
"So I am actually blocking Voldemort out already?" Harry said surprised at this news "But wait, if Voldemort can read my mind, could I dig into his?" Harry asked a sly smile slightly forming out of the side of his mouth.
"Dumbledore seems to think so . . ." Snape said , then realizing what he has done "But don't get any ideas." Snape added.
"Ahh . . ."Snape and Harry yelped at the same time as Harry touched his scar, and Snape touched his arm.
Looking at each other realizing their pain was due to their scars left by Voldemort himself.
"Duty calls. . ." Snape said sarcastically "One more thing. I want you to work on concentrating on one thing before sleeping each night. It can be about how Gryffindor tower looked before . . . well you know, or basically anything." Snape said before briskly walking out the door.
"Great. I'm not even at Hogwarts and I still get homework!" Harry said exhausted as he lay down once again on his metal bar bench.
YAY! CHAPTER 6 DONE! there is more action coming up so don't forget this story :o)