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Here's Chapter 3.. enjoy!
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"Master, he won't wake."
Another red beam of light lit up Harry's eyelids- this time he felt his body jerk as it connected with his chest.
"Stand aside.. fools.." A cold, high-pitched voice rang through Harry's ears. Harry's heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach. He could recognize that voice anywhere. It was the very voice that had haunted his thoughts, dreams, and nightmares for the past sixteen years of his life. It was the voice of evil.. of fear.. of Lord Voldemort.
"Ennervate!" The voice growled, and a red light, twice as bright as any other filled Harry's closed eyelids, and rammed into his chest. He was forced awake into consciousness. His eyelids flashed open, but his vision could only come slowly in little bits of pieces. The outline of three towering figures revealed before him, and as the sight became clearer, Harry swallowed a gasp when he recognized the figures as a smirking Lucius Malfoy and Snape, along with a taller cloaked figure between them. He tried to shut his eyes tight, but found that the spell keeping his eyes open was keeping him from doing so.
Two pale, bony hands slithered out of the middle figure's sleeves. They slowly made their way to the hood and gently, almost lovingly, pulled it down.
Harry couldn't restrain the gasp at the sight of Voldemort. He looked as pale and snakelike as ever- but one thing about him scared Harry the most- he was smiling.
"Con-Congratulations, master. You've finally done it. You've captured the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry glared at Malfoy as he spoke. 'Go to hell, you twisted sadistic bastard,' Harry cursed at him in his thoughts, but Malfoy was looking at Voldemort and missed the message.
Voldemort slowly turned around to face his second-hand man. "Thank you for stating the obvious.. Lucius," he growled under his breath, as if it pained him to speak. But now his tone deepened in anger, and Harry saw his right hand tighten around a long, black wand.
"Did you doubt me? Did you think that the boy would prevail over my power? Perhaps Lord Voldemort is losing his touch?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up in fear. He unmistakably saw the wand, too. Malfoy's mouth stuttered and formed incomprehensible words before forcing out "No.. no! Master, you are mistaken! I would never-"
This only infuriated Voldemort more. "Mistaken, am I now, Lucius? Perhaps I was mistaken to let you join my ranks instead of killing you, like I could have done all those years ago. Would you like me to fix that mistake now, Lucius?"
Voldemort raised his wand, and Malfoy rose in the air, contorting into shapes that were not normal for a body to do. All the while he shrieked and let out cries of "Master, I'm sorry!" and "Master, please forgive me!" After a few seconds, Voldemort lowered his wand, and Malfoy slumped to the floor, sobbing.
"Get up, Lucius." Voldemort growled, looking disgusted at his deatheater on the floor, as if he were garbage. "Stand up!"
Malfoy slowly got to his knees and stumbled to his feet. His long blonde hair was tangled, and there was a trail of blood leaking from his mouth. A gloved hand made to wipe it away, but ended up smearing it across his chin.
"Go clean yourself up," Voldemort growled.
Lucius stood panting for a few moments more, darting his eyes between Voldemort and Harry. He made the best smirk he could through his pain, and whispered, "You better watch yourself, Potter. My Lord isn't known to be.. forgiving." And with that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness in the room. A few moments later, a large door could be heard being slammed shut, and the three figures were left alone in the menacing silence.
"Imbecile.." Voldemort murmured under his breath, and turned back to Harry.
"Ah, but of course we have a guest! Welcome, Harry, to our-"
The large door Malfoy had just gone out of was heard being wrenched open, and an unrecognizable voice called into the dark musty room. "Master?"
Voldemort remained turned towards Harry, his red glittering eyes staring ahead of him in complete annoyance.
"What is the reason for this no doubtfully idiotic intrusion, Dingley?" he snarled.
"Oh! W-well, you see.. it's a bit odd. Wormtail s-sort of, uh, set fire to one of the prisoners, and uh- perhaps you should come see. It's not a very nice sight. I told him not to, My Lord, but he didn't listen and look what-"
"Silence, fool," Voldemort growled, and his red eyes flashed. With a swish of a cloak, he stormed out of the room, and the sound of a large door could once again be heard being secured shut.
This was the only time Harry could really take in his surroundings. He could only see about 5 feet around where he was lying, and beyond that was a cold, thick darkness that he could almost feel the weight of as it pressed in on his vision. There was a musty smell of mold, stone, and water about in the air, and he had to control his breathing to keep from choking on it. Apparently he was in a dungeon of some sort.
Harry sighed and stopped looking around. He had to get out of here. Staying alive 16 years longer than Voldemort had intended would not get him off easily. His thoughts trailed to that fateful night in the graveyard..
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"…Wormtail, you know I can't just forgive you. 13 years I stayed alone, barely alive. 13 years of waiting for my followers to come find me. 13 long, torturous, years of enduring pain. I want 13 years of payment before I forgive you, Wormtail…"
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Harry was the one who got him in that position in the first place. He knew he would get tortured mercilessly- either to death or madness, whichever came first. Unless Voldemort decided to kill him first. Sadly, the latter choice sounded much more appealing.
He closed his eyes and groaned. "Merlin, the Order better come find me soon.."
"Don't count on that thought, Potter," a dark voice spat back.
Harry's eyes shot open. He forgot there was another person in the room.
"Snape.." Harry growled with complete hatred for the man. Standing before him was the murderer of Dumbledore. Dumbledore had always trusted him, looked after him even- but in his previous year at Hogwarts, Snape shot him with the Killing Curse, and escaped with Voldemort's other followers.
"Why, yes, Potter. I'm surprised you recognized me through that thick skull of yours."
Ignoring Severus Snape's insult, Harry snarled back, "You killed Dumbledore. You're nothing more than a traitor and a murderer."
"Anything to please My Lord," Snape growled back, a smirk spreading across his lips.
"Your Lord is nothing but scum! He has a bunch of apes run around, killing people, and do the work that he's too afraid to do himself!"
"I'd be careful what you say during your stay here, Potter. The walls have ears." Snape smirked again, and continued. "But I suppose I shouldn't blame you for wanting to speak. You probably don't have a chance to get a word in with that mudblood Granger gibbering all the time."
"You have no right to talk about Hermione like that," Harry gnarled. His temper was rising quickly, but he tried his hardest to not let Snape get to him.
"I don't? And I suppose you have every right to insult the greatest wizard of all time, who could just as easily kill you as you can blink? Not to mention how strong you think your parents were. Don't you realize that they were no match for My Lord- that he killed them both within an instant? Your father was never a match for my master. Your father was weak!"
This blew Harry's temper over the edge. "My dad.. WASN'T WEAK!"
Harry moved to strangle Snape, kick him, anything to hurt him in every possible way, but found, even through his struggles, that he couldn't move an inch. Cold, metal shackles held his wrists, ankles, and neck in place to whatever surface or table he was lying on. He still struggled against them, though. He needed to make Snape pay for what he said.
"GET THESE OFF OF ME! YOU COWARD!" Harry screamed like a madman at Snape, and jerked against his bonds, but to no avail.
Snape watched Harry, intrigued, and chuckled. "If there was actually a brain in that large head of yours," a door was heard being swung open, "you'd realize that those have been there this entire time."
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..and there it is! I was going to make it longer, but I decided to bring the last part of the chapter into chapter 4, meaning that chapter 4 will be up quicker :) Please review, or there'll be no guarantees for a chapter 5 :) Take care!
-Scoey-
I also made some minor changes to the other 2 chapters to help it flow better, but they were so minor that you probably wouldn't even notice xP