A/N - TRIGGER WARNING – Mentions of Sexual Assault

Harry Potter wasn't bothered by the dark, in fact, he often revelled in it. He was, after all, kept in the dark for the first ten years of his life. He wasn't even bothered by pain, after being beaten and abused for years on end pain felt normal. What he was bothered by was how the dark side seemed so tantalizing.

Whilst being held captive Voldemort had shown him more mercy than the wizarding world had ever done. Yes, he experimented on Harry but he never once belittled Harry being mute. In fact, it seemed to fascinate him, he would spend hours just talking to Harry, trying to figure out how he could project his magic so that it spoke for him. Trying to figure out how the muggle had broken him.

He had even offered Harry a seat amongst the death eaters, Harry neither accepted or unaccepted, choosing to remain, of course, silent. Harry tried to remember those who had helped him, Fred and George, Remus and Sirius, his aunt. He of course remembered Ginny, with who he felt safe. Who despite being only a child when they met had shown Harry the good in the world? It was Ginny that he remembered as Ron repeatedly Cuccio'd him. It was Ginny he remembered as Lucius Malfoy beat him for daring to ignore the dark lord. It was Ginny he remembered as he faced hell at the hands of his captors. It was Ginny he remembered because if he forgot the light in his life, well he would just succumb to the darkness.

Whilst Harry was fighting Ginny was fretting. It had been three weeks since Harry had been taken and they were no closer to finding him. The world had changed forever in those three weeks, Dumbledore was on probation whilst his actions had been investigated. The Ministry had warned that Voldemort may have reappeared, well they did after they faced uproar from the parents of Hogwarts. Ginny's own mother had been sent to St Mungos where it was found she had been under the influence of a severely powerful Imperio curse and Ron had gone missing, presumed dead.

The world had fallen into a sort of disarray, which could be the only explanation for Ginny's current predicament. How else could one explain why she was sat across from Draco Malfoy. It was quite a curious predicament, for Draco had asked Neville to get word to Ginny. Why Ginny she had no idea but she was sure to find out.

Slowly she sipped her drink, waiting for the blonde to start talking. He looked up, nervous.
"Weasley... I know you may not believe what I am about to tell you" He started. Ginny scoffed, Malfoy had terrorised her for years, she would believe anyone over him.
"I am about to betray my family Weasley so do not take what I am about to say as a joke" Ginny stared at him for a moment. He seemed pale, his right hand was trembling and for once Ginny pitied the boy.
"What do you want to tell me Draco?" she asked. If he was surprised by the use of his first name, he didn't show it. Instead, he took in a gulp of air and began to explain the reason for their meeting.
"The Dark Lord is back, he... he's different though. Still weak and my father as his most loyal follower is playing house. My father is trying to groom me to take over his role at the Dark Lords side but I... I don't want that." Ginny felt a rush of sympathy glide through her for Malfoy. He looked so small, like a child.

"What do you want?" she asked. Draco looked up surprised like no one had ever asked him that before.
"I want to make potions, perhaps become a potions master," he said shyly. Ginny smiled at him and placed a hand on his wrist.
"Then do it Malfoy"
"I will but Potter needs to kill him first... The Dark Lord cannot be stopped unless by Potter. So that is why I am with you today Weasley. If you go to the Manor, you will find him." Ginny buffered for a moment, once she came to her senses, she sent a Patronus to Sirius and Remus.
"Thank you, thank you so much! Oh, and Malfoy, Sirus will be in contact for refuse for you and your mother. It won't take Voldemort long to figure out who told." Then Ginny Weasley disappeared into the crowd.

Harry Potter was in agony, it seemed Voldemort wanted to see how much pain would break Harry. How much pain would make him speak? As such Harry was subjected to images of his uncle and cousin.

"You are pathetic, a nobody"
"Oi come on cousin, can't hide forever"

Then the images changed to the people his uncle sneaked into the house. The ones that would touch him and make him do things. The ones that would laugh and say how they liked them young. It made Harry feel physically sick, to have his body used against him. To feel so... dirty.

Then just as Harry was about to give in, to beg them to stop, that he couldn't take it anymore a bright light eloped the room. Harry squinted through his bruised eye and smiled, help had finally come. He could finally rest.