Wow… this has been a super sad week at school.

Tuesday, first hour, our principal came over the speaker and said, "Today, we know, is a very sad day. For those of you that don't know one of our students took his own life last night. Please, if you need some help getting over this loss come to our consoler, you will be excused from class. We will be back with more information after we talk to the parents of this person. Thank you."

Yea… he was an 11th grader and that's all I'm going to say. I didn't know him but the girl I sit next to in Algebra was sobbing her eyes out.

But on a happier note, my boy troubles are over, the girl and the guy I like broke up. Sadness but Yayness!

Oopps, overly long authors note. I should get down to business.

Chapter 1,000,000,000

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The next morning the cell door awoke them all with a bang and two Death Eaters appeared at the door. Harry scrambled up but suddenly one of the Death Eaters did a leg-locker jinks on him and he felt back down, his legs glued together.

The two Death Eaters went in and grabbed Sara and Katherine but they did not struggle. Harry then realized what was going to happen. "Wait, No!" he cried as the cell door closed and locked again.

Harry tried to get up with his legs stuck together but it was long and tiring work that wouldn't do anything in the end except make him fall over again, so he stopped. He was worried because they lived in a muggle community and Katherine was a squib, and Death Eater loved torturing blood traitors. Things did not look good for the two of them.

Harry spent most of his time alone trying to devise an escape plan for the three of them. Surly, Voldemort wouldn't kill them with out Harry there, so he sat and thought. There was that door and that barred window. The bars on the window looked like they could be taken down with a single curse, along with everything else in the dungeon, and that door… the door was too risky, he didn't know where it led. If only he could get his hands on his wand… then he paused.

It didn't have to be his wand! Harry immediately erased the thought from his mind, there was no possible way he could get Voldemort's' wand, no way what so ever. Then another idea struck him; it didn't have to be Voldemort's wand! It couldn't just be any wand though. It had to work with Harry even if it was just a little bit. When the real Neville used Hermione's in his fifth year, it didn't work because Neville was not quite as smart as Hermione, to say the least.

Who was like him in this stupid pack of Death Eaters? Harry thought and immediately crossed out senior Crabb and Goyle because they probably had a brain the size of a peanut, 'like father like son' he thought to himself.

Then he thought about both Draco and Lucius Malfoy, since they now both worked in Voldemort's ranks. Lucius, Harry crossed off… too evil for his own good.

He then thought about Draco. They were, Harry regretted to say this, both smart and well… he couldn't really say brave, thinking of how he panicked in the forbidden forest with Harry in their first year. Draco was put in Slytherin and Harry once again winced at the thought, he was almost put in Slytherin too.

Draco was not as evil as his father because he hesitated when Dumbledore proposed that he could go in to hiding, he almost took it, except then the other Death Eaters came bursting in. Draco's wand had the slightest chance of working, he thought in wonderment. Then he started forming a plan.

They didn't bring in Aunt Sara and Katherine in until Harry's stomach was growling for dinner. Harry, now that the leg locker curse wore off, scrambled up and ran over to them after the Death Eaters dropped them. The Death Eaters exited as Harry put his hand on Katherine's shoulder. She flinched. Harry, now more worried then ever, whispered, "Are you two okay?"

Katherine now shaking, said, "They're all evil, the whole lot of them. Just because I can't do magic… just because my friends are muggles… just because we ever lay eyes on you…" she stopped talking and started to cry. Aunt Sara picked her up and hugged her tight.

Harry looked at her now understanding. The Death Eaters tortured them for housing him. He looked down and said quietly, "I'm sorry, this is all my fault, and I promise on my life that I will get you two outta here as soon as I can." Then Harry, not knowing what to do, went back to his side of the cell, and lay down.

Harry felt the familiar burning rage towards Voldemort and his cronies, as he listened Katherine's occasional sobs. Soon she quieted and Harry drifted off in to anything but a peaceful sleep.

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Someone was shaking him. He tried to knock them away but then he heard Katherine's voice say, "Harry?" Harry opened his eye a crack to see Katherine peering down at him. He slowly sat up and mumbled something, noticing that Aunt Sara was still asleep. She sighed and said, "Harry, I want to tell you something."

Harry shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind and said, "What?" Katherine looked at him square in the eyes. "If we ever get out of this, I want you to know that ever since we found you in the corn field that day, our lives have never been so…I donno, good. Normally Aunt Sara and I would just go around the house and not speak to each other, but you brought us together again, and I just want… I just want to thank you."

Harry looked up at her, returning her gaze. "Why are you telling me this- now?" He asked instead of saying "after you are tortured and it was all my fault?"

She looked down to the ground and said, "Well… I just don't know what's going to happen, that's all." Harry looked at the ground too, and watched an ant wander around, lost from his colony.

After a moment Harry said, "Don't worry, I have a plan to get us out of here, but it might take a few more days, or it might not work at all…" He watched Katherine's hopeful face fall. "… But I think there is hope." He added quickly.

Katherine clapped her hands quietly and said, "Good, I knew you would come up with a plan sooner or later." Right after the last word tumbled out of her mouth the door opened with a creek. Katherine immediately tensed and Harry, with out a thought stood in front of her, in a brotherly protective way.

The Death Eater laughed, Harry didn't recognize the voice. "Don't worry squib, today is not your day." He quickly bound Harry and shoved him out of the room.

As the door slammed behind him he saw the Death Eater tap his wand to the lock. It clicked and a purple glow was put around the door- the jinks that would knock them halfway cross the room. He then shoved Harry down the hall and in to the door he thought there might be a chance of escaping from. Once Harry was shoved though the door he felt the blood drain from his face.

On the walls were all sorts of touchier instruments and on the chains hanging from the walls were dead corpses and skeletons. It was the room where nightmares were spawn, Harry decided.

The Death Eater let him to one of the empty chains and locked him in. It was already uncomfortable, his feet on tiptoes. Harry felt very venerable just hanging there. The Death Eater then walked over and took an instrument off the wall, and to Harry's horror, he saw it was a whip. The Death Eater smiled under his mask and said, "His honor said that 35 lashings should do, bare back," and with that he raised his wand and Harry's shirt disappeared.

'This can't be happening' Harry thought as he watched the Death Eater get ready. He didn't even think the stupid git could even count up to 35. The Death Eater turned Harry around so he was facing the wall and slowly raised the whip. Harry squeezed his eyes shut to try and block out what ever was coming.

Harry heard a crack as he felt it strike across his back. He gasped in pain. He felt his own warm blood running down his back. Then he raised the whip and brought it down again. He had to suppress a yell this time. His eyes watered from the pain, and it was only 2 out of the 35 he had in for him. Harry bit his lip so he couldn't scream out.

After the twentieth lash the Death Eater stopped and said, "C'mon now, don't be shy. I want to know you're in pain Potter, scream for me." But Harry did not obey until he was let down after the thirty-fifth one, his lip and back bleeding profusely. The pain was so overwhelming Harry thought that he might faint. As blackness grew at the edges of his brain he was hit with freezing cold water. "Wake up call," said the Death Eater snickering.

Then another Death Eater came in and traded with the other one. This one was armed with just a wand though. Harry inaudibly gulped; a wand was probably the worst thing in the whole room.

Harry was tortured in the most horrible ways a wand could manage. Harry was crucioed, burned, frostbitten, and bruised. He tried with all of his might not to yell, but some things just couldn't be helped. He fainted many times but was always brought back to consciousness so he could feel what else was coming. His throat was dry from screaming.

When at last the Death Eaters called it a day, he had to be levitated back due to his broken, healed, and broken again leg and plus they didn't think that he would be able to walk anyways. He was thrust in to the cell and the door was quickly locked behind him.

Harry lay where he was, crumpled on the floor as Sara and Katherine came rushing to his side. Katherine gasped and Aunt Sara said in a horrified whisper, "What have they done those horrible people?"

Katherine spoke loudly and clearly, "Harry? Harry, if you're still conscious don't worry, your erm… safe now." Harry closed his eyes as they tried to bandage his wounds best as they could. Soon they just sort of gave up and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. There was no use in asking if he was okay because by anybody's standards he was defiantly not okay.

He just lay on the cold floor, shivering with out his shirt. His burnt arms, frostbitten fingers, broken leg, and lashings wounds hurting dully, but he became numb towards them. Finally he was able to drift in to a sort of sleep.

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TBC…

I always seem to end the chapter when he falls asleep… well anywho this was a hard chapter to write because of writers block and because of everything that happened in the past week.

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