Harry arrived in a small clearing that might have been quite pleasant had it not been filled with the scent of dread and blood. Lucius shoved Harry's shoulder, forcing him to stagger forward a few steps, biting his tongue from the pressure it put on his leg and ribs, but he kept walking. Even when he tripped, falling flat on his face, causing his brittle bones to groan in protest, he kept walking, all the way until they reached the front door of a dark, foreboding castle. He was shoved into the arms of the nearest death eater when Lucius, after whispering the password, strode into Voldermort's manner looking like he owned the place. Voldermort was going to be very pleased with him.
Harry was prodded and agonized outside, as Lucius, inside, burst through the main door, smirking caustically. "My lord!" He glowed, "we have the boy! We have Harry Potter!" Voldermort grinned his snake like grin, "Very nice," he hissed, "bring him to me immediately." Lucius turned around and started to walk away, "Oh Lucius?" He stopped, "Yes my lord?" "One more thing," and before Lucius had the time to react, his lord, had shot the Cruciatis at him, he stopped after a few seconds, "Never, barge into my room without your arrogance in check again." Lucius, who had just barely gotten up of the ground, bowed respectfully, "never again my lord, of course, I'm sorry, please forgive me." He turned and fled out of the hall.
The front door of the manor opened and Lucius emerged breathing heavily. He was smirking so evilly though, that Harry could barely tell. "Come boy!" He said, grabbing him roughly and dragging him into the house, "Its time to meet your fate!" Harry was marched down a long corridor hat ended at two ornately carved doors. Harry was amused to see that snakes appropriately topped the doors, coming down the middle of each door to meet at the door knob. Lucius knocked promptly at the door, and the vitriolic voice that had filled Harry's nightmares and premonitions for a month answered, "Come in." The door opened slowly of its own accord. Harry's first impulse was to laugh, and as soon as the urge had come up, he had squelched it. He was in deep enough shit as it is. Voldermort was sitting regally on top of his throne, oh I'm sorry, I mean wooden chair, with all of his followers staring at him in a mix of fear and repulsion, there might have been some admiration in there, but Harry wasn't looking too hard. People cleared a path of wide berth for him as he made his way up towards the chair, Lucius following pompously behind him. As soon as they both had reached Voldermort, Harry stared apathetically around him as Lucius bowed low, kissing the hem of his master's robes. The other death eaters that had helped in Harry's capture amalgamated silently with the rest of Voldermort's faceless servants. "My lord," he said, stepping backwards to present Harry, "here is the boy." He was smiling smugly, but instead of the pleased reaction he had expected, Voldermort was infuriated. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO HARM THE BOY TOO SEVERLY LUCIUS!" "But my lord-" Lucius started, "DO NOT INTERRUPT ME! CRUCIO!" Lucius dropped to the ground, screaming in pain. Harry started to snicker, but stopped suddenly when a small plump man stepped forward. Peter kneeled, "May I speak my lord." Voldermort nodded, "We found him like this sir. We believe that his uncle did this to him." Voldermort lifted his wand, leering, and Lucius lie panting on the ground. "Is that so?" His voice had now gone down to a low, deadly whisper, filled with a sick sort of enjoyment. Harry was still standing there, staring at nothing in particular, and only those who knew him well would have seen the momentary flash of ignominy that passed through his eyes. "Hmmm, very interesting, go, you too Lucius, join the rest of the ranks, I have been waiting many years for this." He grabbed Harry's face and shoved it towards him so that he was then staring into Voldermort's eyes. "Well hello Mr. Potter, I would memorize this face, it's going to be the last one you ever see." With that he shoved Harry sharply causing him to fall, his head hitting the ground with one quick thwack and a large jolt of pain, he was hoping to lose consciousness, but he was not that lucky. Stars shot in front of his eyes, "Crucio!" Voldermort shouted. All the while, Harry lie on the ground, silently curled in a ball,. Voldermort was getting infuriated. "Doleo!" "Auctacerbus!" "Scissum Torus!" He shot three dark magic pain spells, the last one that tears muscles, at Harry, but he just lie there, in considerable amounts of pain, bleeding, not moving, not speaking, not even moaning. "Take him to the dungeons!" The two closest death eaters grabbed Harry and dragged him down to the dungeons making sure to make his head hit each stair painfully as they went down. The two death eaters locked the door of his cell with more spells than Harry had even heard of and Harry decided to get some sleep while he had the chance.
Harry was woken up abruptly when a bucket of freezing water was dumped on his head. He opened his eyes and was on his feet, in one painful movement, his arm outstretched towards the person who woke him, like it would be if he had a wand. He regretted getting up immediately as his legs collapsed under him. He fell sharply to his knees, and a jolt of pain shot up his leg from the broken femur. Peter, whose wand was pointed at Harry's chest, started to laugh at him but the look Harry shot him shut him up immediately. "Now d-don't you t-try anything f-funny mister, get up, Voldermort wants to see you!" His attempted intimidation was lost at the stutters in his speech. Harry just rolled his eyes and lie down, hoping to get a little more sleep. Wormtail kicked him sharply on the back. Harry glared at him and resumed his original position, his back facing Wormtail and the door. Peter kicked him again and Harry didn't even respond this time. Peter was getting angrier and angrier, he hated it when people ignored him. He kicked Harry again and again, each kick getting fiercer. He was about to kick the back of Harry's neck again when a hand was placed on his arm. "Wormtail," the little man jumped at the contact, "I would appreciate it if you didn't torture my hostage." Wormtail shuddered, "S-sorry master, I should not have, I-" "That's correct, you should not have," his voice was soft and sinister, "but don't worry, I will punish you later, for now just run along, I would like to be alone with Harry for a moment." Wormtail scampered out of the dungeon tripping over his feet as he went. Voldermort turned back to Harry. He pushed Harry's back with his foot hard enough for Harry to roll until he was lying face up. "Harry Harry Harry," Voldermort shook his head, "I thought you'd know by now that you need to show respect to all of my servants, even the lowliest of them." Harry refrained from chuckling and settled on keeping his eyes closed. "Look at me!" Voldermort snapped. Harry opened his eyes resignedly and smirked, "Somebody's attention deprived." Voldermort glared at Harry so furiously Harry thought for a moment that looks actually could kill. "Crucio!" Voldermort roared. Harry felt a thousand needles piercing his skin, his muscles were on fire, and he felt as though he couldn't keep his mouth shut a moment longer. Voldermort raised his wand. "Harry, do you understand now why you can't win? Everyone one you love will die, and as they lie there, with me standing over them, they will realize that they don't really love you, and that you were the one that brought this pain upon them, and then, they will join me, but it wont really matter, because by this time tomorrow I will make sure that you are dead." "Threat or promise" Harry muttered under his breath, Voldermort glared but continued, "and by using the Progetimago spell, I will-" "I know all this," Harry interrupted curtly, "and frankly, I don't want to listen to my death sentence again." Voldermort just sneered, "The image will be projected for exactly and hour, you will be tortured for most of that, then, at the end, just as the picture is disappearing, I will kill you, and there will be nothing anyone can do about it. you will die just like your parents did, just like the spare did, just like so many have died before you, and just like many will die after you, because you are nothing special Harry Potter, and there is nothing you can do about it." With that he kicked Harry viciously in the back and left before he could Harry mutter his faint reply, "I know." He crawled over to the corner of the room and lie down on his left side, putting his injured leg carefully on the floor. Clutching his dislocated arm protectively he fell into an unrestful sleep.
A/N – I just want to thank all of you who are taking the time to review, it really means a lot to me, and don't be afraid to be blunt, if it sucks, please tell me, I want to get better
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-Lizzie