White, Black… and Grey

By The Night Is My Friend

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Harry glared defiantly up at the ugly, snakelike face of the one now in possession of his leash. When Voldemort yanked on the chain, pulling him over to a Death Eater who took hold of the other end, Harry growled. He actually growled! The Death Eater actually looked alarmed and kind of afraid behind the mask as he took hold of a leash which was attached to a young man in a slightly crouched position which would let him leap at a moments notice. He was also slightly baring his teeth without knowing it. They seemed, all of a sudden, all too sharp.

Harry watched the terrified DE with obvious amusement. He suddenly took a step towards the DE and the masked man actually cowered. Harry grinned which made him look even more vicious then he had already looked. Voldemort rolled his eyes in irritation at the scene then barked out,

"Avery, take him from Johnson before I get too angry." Avery hurried and grabbed Harry's chain and yanked it, pulling Harry to the floor in his direction painfully. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was Harry's hand; with his dangerously sharp nails (he had sharpened them on a rock himself,) shooting out and grasping his leg, effectively causing him to crash into the line of DEs knocking many over. Harry was up in an instant. A DE in front of the exit to the manor house they were in shot a red curse at Harry. He snarled and dodged it then ran, with inhuman speed, and slashed the DEs face with his claws. The DE cried out and reached for his cheek, which had obtained three deep gashes, and his hand came down glistening with red.

Harry attacked two others; coming in-between them at a full run then plunging a hands claw into each then his hands were bound by a curse. Harry snarled as somebody grabbed the end of the leash that was still trailing behind him, and jerked on it, pulling him into them. Then the person grabbed him by the shoulders, not expecting what came next.

Harry whipped his head around and sank his teeth into the person's hand. There was a scream and the hands vanished from his shoulders. Harry turned to see the man holding his hand, which was dripping blood, and grinned, blood coating several teeth and his lips. Then he spat out the blood at the DE feet.

Harry then turned and ran, dodging hundreds of spells as he did so, trying to get to the door. Finally, however, he was hit from a cruciatus curse from behind, causing him to falter for a fraction of a second but it was enough. Three more cruciatus curses plowed into his back and he turned, snarling, only to get another seven into his chest.

Now, Harry had a very high pain tolerance level but eleven cruciatus curses could have brought down someone with three times the power of Dumbledore. Harry collapsed, writhing on the floor but made no sound.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort were all wondering the same thing, how on earth did Harry have such a high pain tolerance? The truth was, though they didn't know it, was that every single time Voldemort had a meeting or attacked somewhere Harry was there in a vision. Not only was he there, but he felt the effects of every single curse that hit anybody. He had been in Azkaban for 8 years, so he had 8 years of being almost constantly under pain curses. The visions didn't wait until he was asleep either; they attacked him whenever they wanted to.

Finally the Death Eaters stopped their pain curses and Harry passed out cold on the floor.

When Harry next woke up he felt disoriented. You know how it is, when you go to sleep in a strange place and you wake up not really remembering how you got there. Then all too soon the memories came rushing back. Harry slowly opened his eyes. He was in a cell, that much was obvious. He looked around. Then he took a deep breath and walked to the door.

He placed his hand and on the door. He heard footsteps. Suddenly the door swung open and in walked Voldemort himself. Harry suddenly found himself held against the back wall with metal chains holding him high up on the wall.

He snarled.

"What? Afraid of someone so much younger than you? Wow, you must be getting old!" Harry didn't notice that he was hissing not actually talking human. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't notice Harry worming his way out of his restraints as he talked.

"Why do you still respect those light fools? They abandoned you!" Harry snarled,

"Yeah, they abandoned me because you framed me! You gave them no choice but to believe I went out onto that battlefield and killed all those people! They saw it! Sure, it may not really have been me but how were they supposed to know? All they knew was that they found me unconscious in the middle of a sea of dead bodies after seeing someone they thought was me kill thousands with a magical burst! YOU FRAMED ME!" Voldemort hadn't noticed that Harry was free until he felt himself knocked to the ground with blood seeping from the wounds of ten claws. Voldemort cried out in pain and stayed down.

A long while later Harry easily scaled a tree and sat hiding at the top, watching the building he had escaped from. Harry was covered in blood, though only some of it was his, and he knew that if the DE's had animals they would easily find him but after such a hard fight with them Harry couldn't bring himself to care overly. He waited until all of the DEs' had scrambled off in different directions to search for the boy sitting right by where they all came from. Harry found it very ironic. They might look closer if Voldemort was commanding them but Voldemort wasn't in any shape to be ordering his followers around.

Harry swung easily down from the tree and started to run silently away from the hidden facility. Whenever he came across a Death Eater he would just swing into a tree and wait for them pass by. After he hadn't seen any DEs for a long time he realized that he must have passed their boundaries. He also realized that he was hopelessly lost in a huge forest.

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