Disclaimer: JK Rowling created Harry Potter. I'm only using them to suit my purposes for a while.
A/N: Thanks to my all of my reviewers.
Congratulations to TheGoldenSeraphim for correctly guessing what was going on with Sirius!
Harry didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly felt his body being jolted back to consciousness. His eyes flew open as he tried to find out where he was. Just as Harry remembered the Death Eaters capturing him, his gaze fell upon Voldemort. Harry was lying on the floor in the middle of the room. A few Death Eaters stood silently while Voldemort continued to smirk down upon Harry.
Harry, realizing his vulnerable position, tried to quickly sit up. The Death Eaters continued to watch his every movement making sure that he wasn't able to escape them like he had during the Tournament. Harry looked around trying to find out where Snape was, but he didn't see his teacher anywhere in the room.
"Hello, Harry. Welcome to my home," Voldemort said.
"Where is Professor Snape?" Harry questioned.
"You will see him again before you die, but for right now, you don't need to worry about that traitor," answered Voldemort with a sneer.
"Why don't you just kill me now? Are you afraid?" Harry taunted. "You have tried to kill me several times already, but as everyone can see, you have failed in that mission. I don't know why you still have followers since you can't even kill me."
A dark looked passed over Voldemort's face as his eyes narrowed and his mouth scowled. A few of the Death Eaters shuffled uncomfortably at hearing Harry talk back to their master. They were afraid that Voldemort's anger and rage could transfer over to them at any moment.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. You are trapped and outnumbered. No one knows that you are here. The old fool that you were staying with is currently occupied with my followers at the Ministry. He won't know that you are gone until it is too late. Even if he did realize it within the next few hours, he wouldn't be able to find you. Not even my Death Eaters know the exact location of this place. They just Apparate to me by using the Dark Mark. Plus, this manor has wards surrounding it which won't let anyone enter or leave without my permission. You won't be leaving here alive," Voldemort replied with a confident tone.
During Voldemort's speech, Harry began to feel that his situation was hopeless. He tried not to let Voldemort see him nervous and scared; however, he wasn't sure that he would be able to keep up a neutral expression for long.
"So the attack on the Ministry was only a diversion to get me?" Harry asked while trying to keep Voldemort's attention diverted from his true feelings.
Voldemort exaggeratingly clapped his hands a few times. "You caught me. I knew that I would have a harder time getting you if Dumbledore was around. He stupidly fell into my plan, however."
Voldemort suddenly snapped his fingers and two of the Death Eaters came forward while taking a vice grip on both of Harry's arms. They dragged him over to Voldemort and awaited further instructions.
"I have a mystery guest who is dying to see you. While I wait for my Death Eaters to return from the Ministry, you will get to visit with him. When my all of my followers are here, I will show my mighty power to them by killing you."
Voldemort waved a hand in dismissal and turned his back on Harry. Harry struggled to keep his footing as the Death Eaters walked towards the dungeons at a fast pace while maintaining a firm hold on his arms. A feeling of dread welled up in his stomach as Harry neared a solitary cell. The heavy door was pulled open with a creak, and Harry was thrown into the room.
After the door clanged shut, Harry sat up with a wince and looked around. The small amount of light that filtered in through the barred window in the door allowed Harry to ascertain that there wasn't any furniture in the room. Dirt and grime stained the walls and floors. Harry was able to make out a figure huddled on the other side of the room. As Harry hesitantly began walking over to the person, the body turned around and Harry realized who it was.
Sirius had a shocked look on his face before rushing over to Harry eagerly. Harry took a few steps back at the sudden movement and held up his hand to stop Sirius. Sirius, puzzled by Harry's actions, abruptly stopped and slowly lowered his outstretched arms to his side.
"Harry, I don't know how you got to be here, but why are you afraid of me?" Sirius asked.
Harry had a determined look in his eyes. "If you really are Sirius, you should be able to easily answer a few questions for me. How did you escape from Hogwarts my third year after you were captured? Where did you end up hiding during my fourth year?"
Sirius dutifully answered Harry's questions. "You and Hermione helped me escape on the hippogriff Buckbeak. During your fourth year, I hid in a cave by Hogsmeade. You, Ron, and Hermione visited me. I told you that I had been eating rats after you brought me food to eat. Does that satisfy you?"
A relieved look passed over Harry's face. He rushed over to his godfather and threw his arms around him. Sirius also wrapped his arms around Harry, and the two stood that way for a few moments in silence. Harry finally pulled away a little bit to look at Sirius's face. Sirius had cuts and bruises all around his face. His hair was tangled and littered with dirt.
"I'm sorry that I was suspicious of you, but I thought that I had been talking to you through the mirror. I had to make sure that it was really you. Who was impersonating you in the mirror?" Harry curiously asked.
Sirius's happy face quickly changed; he looked like he wanted to kill someone. "That traitor stole my mirror and took some of my hair to use for Polyjuice Potion. That rat is the one that has been talking to you. When I get my hands on him…"
Harry couldn't believe that he had been talking to Pettigrew all those times through the mirror. He didn't think that he had told Pettigrew anything that could be used against him, but it still made him sick to think that he hadn't figured out that anything was wrong. He knew that 'Sirius' had been acting strange, yet he kept passing it off.
"Sirius, would you tell me how you ended up here?" asked Harry as Sirius steered him over to the wall. They sat down beside each other and leaned back.
"I was accosted while leaving Arabella's. Voldemort must have had some Death Eaters still watching over your house in the hopes that you would show up. They recognized me in my dog form and kidnapped me. I was brought here, and they tortured me for a while thinking that I would let some information slip about you."
Sirius paused when he saw Harry shiver in disgust. Sirius put his arm over Harry's shoulders before continuing his tale. "When they saw that I wasn't going to talk, Voldemort had them give me Veritaserum. They found out about you staying with Albus, and they heard about Snape being a traitor."
Harry jumped when he heard that piece of information. He had heard Voldemort call Snape a traitor earlier, but it hadn't really sunk in at the time. He had been more worried about whether he was going to die or not.
"If Voldemort knew that Professor Snape was a traitor, why did he let him live?"
"I don't know, but there is more to my story. I think they believed that I knew exactly where you were hiding. They were going to get the information from me, and then Pettigrew was going to show up at your house looking like me. They would have taken you then. The only problem is that I didn't know how to get to you. When they emptied my pockets, they found the mirror. Pettigrew recognized it and the plans were changed. He became me in order to talk to you through the mirror."
Harry hesitated before beginning to speak. His voice was filled with guilt and shame. "I saw you being brought here by the Death Eaters in one of my visions. I didn't realize that it was real though because Professor Snape said he hadn't been called, and then I had talked to you through the mirror…"
Sirius put a finger over Harry's mouth to stop him from rambling. "Harry, I don't blame you for what happened, so please don't feel guilty. Did you see them hurting me?"
"No. I woke up before then."
Sirius and Harry's conversation was cut off as the door opened again and another person was hurled into the room. Harry raced over to the figure when he recognized Snape. His professor groaned as Harry gently turned him over.
"Professor! Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay to you, Potter?" Snape coughed out.
"Sir, what happened while you were in the living room? I heard someone Floo in, and then I heard something hit the floor. I guess that was you," Harry replied.
Snape slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. Harry wanted to help his teacher, but he wasn't sure if Snape would appreciate that. Snape's breathing quickened as he forced himself to move over to a wall and relax against it. He didn't respond to Harry right away. Once his breathing had returned to normal, Snape turned to face Harry while ignoring Sirius. Sirius was surprisingly quiet during the whole ordeal.
"I was reading a Potion's novel when flames erupted in the fireplace," Snape explained. "I looked up expecting Albus, but I saw several Death Eaters stepping out. I tried to reach for the wand in my pocket; they were able to quickly overcome me, however. I woke up here, and the Death Eaters were eager to punish me for betraying them. The Dark Lord enjoyed watching that."
"I guess you don't still have your wand with you,"stated Harry.
"No, Potter, I don't," Snape wearily answered.
"I don't have mine either. When I went to see what was going on in the living room, I left it in my bedroom."
Snape looked at him incredulously. "You knew that something was wrong in the house, and yet you didn't think to bring your wand with you?"
"Hey, even if I had grabbed it, the Death Eaters would have taken it away from me after I was stunned," Harry defensively answered.
Once again the door was thrown open and several Death Eaters were framed in the doorway by the light. Harry shrunk away from the figures, and the men began laughing at Harry's movement. Sirius growled at the Death Eaters while Snape was glaring at them. When one of the men started to step forward towards Harry, Sirius and Snape tried to prevent Harry from being grabbed. The other Death Eaters were quick to stop them by using force.
"The Dark Lord is awaiting your presence," announced the Death Eater who had a hold of Harry. Harry, Sirius, and Snape were dragged out of the cell and marched up the stairs towards their doom.
