The second chapter on my first fan fiction. I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters (unfortunately.) I was disappointed because I didn't get any reviews for my first chapter, but I have kept my promise and I'm not being a hypocrite and I'm updating quickly. Next update however probably won't be till next weekend- Collage work calls --

By the way, I also want to know if this storey's worth carrying on people, I don't want to bore anyone. 

"Today is nothing more than tomorrow's yesterday"

On with the show….

Previously…

"Their he is!" someone yelled. Harry shot off the swing and jumped over the park fence. He ran for Privet Drive. He could hear people running after him and laughing. As he rounded the corner a flash of red light hit him square in the chest and he fell to the ground.

The death Eaters were standing in a circle around their master. "We have the Potter brat sir" said one death eater smugly. Voldie grinned. "Excellent McNair."

Voldemort looked at his faithful death eaters. Well, almost faithful. He knew some of them wished they weren't their with him.

"He is in his cell I presume?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Yes m'lord." One of them answered.

"Bring him."

"Where am I and what am I doing here?" where Harry's first thoughts when he woke. He sat up and took in his surroundings. He was in a small cell. He felt his way around (which wasn't hard) and felt metal bars where a door should have been. "Ah well" he thought to himself. He knew escaping wasn't going to be easy. It never was. Harry thought he knew who was holding him captive. His best mate Lord Voldie Butt. Harry had escaped from Voldemort no less than 5 times. This really was extrodinary in itself because no one lived once Voldemort decided to kill them.

Harry remembered how he was caught. He was running away from his cousin (as usual) when he had been hit by a red light, "Probably been stupefied" he concluded. He knew he only had to hang on for the Order to find him, which wouldn't be long. Suddenly Harry heard loud echoing footsteps that brought him from his thoughts. The doors of his cell swung open. "Potrificus totalus!" Harry felt his arms and legs snap together, he couldn't move or speak. The death eater levitated him off the ground- as if he was a piece of dirt and the man in the cloak could not bear to carry him. "You're going on a meeting with the Dark Lord" said the man, "As if I couldn't have guessed" he thought. Harry recognised the death eater's voice, it was Dolohov. It was him, Harry remembered with anger that had cast that spell on Hermione two years ago. "Damn him." Harry thought, if he was going to die, he would takes as many of those Death eater's out with him as he could, and possibly his old pall Voldie Butt.

Dolohov guided him through an open door, in which Harry realised, held about 50 death eaters and the Dark Lord himself. "Uh-oh." Was his first intelligent thought.

"Yes Potter Uh- Oh indeed." Said Voldemort. "He can read minds."

"And yes Potter, I can read minds." He said, laughing coldly.

Dolohov flicked his wand and suddenly Harry felt himself falling and he landed on the ground with a loud thump. He had quite forgotten he was half way in the air.

The Death Eaters created a circle around him, blocking any possible ways out.

"We meet again Potter" ("as if I need to be told that- how many times have we met Voldie? Theirs no need for the long speeches this time!")

Voldemort smiled. "No Long speeches then Potter? Do you want me to get on with it? Very well then… Crucio!" Harry felt like his whole body was on fire. But he didn't scream- he wouldn't give them low life's the satisfaction. The room erupted in Death Eaters laughter. He hated them.

As soon as Voldemort had put the curse on him, it ended. Harry was breathing heavily and tried not to vomit.

Voldemort was laughing. "So Harry- you really thought you could beat me?" the Death Eaters laughter got louder. "Crucio!"

Harry's body twitched and jerked violently. He wanted nothing more than to die right now.

"Everyone- take it in turns to put the Crucio spell on him, One...Two...Three!" He heard random shouts of "Crucio!" from around the room. He couldn't take it any more. Reluctantly he screamed out in pain.

He distantly heard a door banging open and killing curses flying every where. Some narrowly missed him. The pain stopped. It seemed someone had gate crashed Voldemorts party- and he looked none to happy about it. Before Harry slipped into unconsciousness, he felt some one grab him; and then…nothing.

A/N: I know, I'm mean aren't I? LOL.

I want to keep you all reading, hope this chapters better than the last one. I think it is, please let me know what you all think! Thanks!