Chapter 2
Voldemort dropped Harry and he landed with a thud on a cold stone floor. Blood was falling down his face, he could taste it. He fainted.
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Harry awoke and found his face supported a bloody nose from the fall. His face was flat on the floor, and he couldn't look around, due to the spell Voldemort had placed on him earlier. He could though, hear the footsteps leaving the room. He could sniff the foul odor in the room, a horrible smell, of dead bodies. And he could feel the fear and pain surging through him.
Harry waited for a while, a wait filled with anticipation. 'How could I get myself into this' Harry thought, silently cursing himself and Voldemort.
"I hate my life," Harry muttered. Wait a minute
'Yes!' Harry thought silently! The spell was lifted. Harry got to his feet, looking around at the gray walls. Maybe he could escape. He could take the advantage, and risk being put under the cruciatious curse if he got caught. He was probably going to die if he stayed anyways.
Harry ran to the wall nearest the door, and peered around it. Nobody was around; he might as well try it. He bolted out the door to look around the nearest corridor to check for any Deatheaters. Again, there was no one there. He turned around it and ran, his feet popping up from the ground like lightning. He turned on another corridor filled with pictures of Slytherin's many airs, snoring. Harry checked his watch; it was still plenty dark out.
Turning from a dead end, he saw a hallway leading to two large silver doors supporting snaked handles. He walked to them and pushed them open. 'That was too easy.' Harry thought suspiciously.
The open doors showed a wooded area, and he stepped outside inhaling, as though he were inside for a decade or so. He began to walk when an ear-piercing buzzer filled the air. Harry ran, only to see a red curse fly over his left shoulder as he fled towards the dark woods. Curse after curse shot over or under him, missing him by inches.
"Stop!" said a high, cold voice. "Just wait!"
Harry wasn't sure if Voldemort was talking to him or his Deatheaters, but he decided to keep running anyway. He noticed the curses had stopped bouncing around him, and many Deatheaters were snickering. Harry paused and turned around, not sure what to do. He looked at the crowd of Deatheaters around Voldemort; some were nearly in tears from such hard laughter. He took a few steps back and turned once more to continue his run. Something funny was goi-
'Oh shit' Harry thought as he flew up into the air. It was as though someone had screamed impedimenta at him.
He flew backwards and landed hard on his back with a hard crack. He heard definite laughter rung in his ears as he struggled to pull himself up. 'There must have been some barrier like the one at the burrow' Harry thought ruefully.
"Harry, Harry? Leaving so soon are we, big plans on your birthday, I presume? I think not, I wouldn't believe you would argue to staying a bit longer." Voldemort said casually and Bellatrix Lestrange let out a high-pitched giggle.
Harry could not get up. He had a broken back. He had to lay there defenseless, and vulnerable, while he was surrounded by the many who wanted to tear his organs out.
"Harry?" came Voldemort's high voice, "is something wrong? are we bad hosts. Surely we wouldn't treat our guest so poorly. Bellatrix can fix you up. Go on Bella. He nodded to Bella.
She let out a maniacal laugh as she advanced to Harry and said crucio with another annoying giggle.
Harry's back arched high, and his eyes started to water. White-hot pain shot through his body. The curse ended after over a full two minutes and he whimpered. He could hardly move, and he was on the verge of fainting. That of course was nothing new.
Voldemort nodded to Macnair and he shouted Stupefy. Harry was picked up by Dolohov, and was brought inside.
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Enervate Voldemort muttered, and Harry looked up to find himself on a warm floor, but circled by Deatheaters and Voldemort. But, his back was healed. He was exhausted and still pained, but he had no broken bones. Harry laid his head back on the floor. He appreciated the little warmth in the cold dungeon like…lair.
"Stand," Voldemort muttered impatiently. Harry didn't move. "I said STAND!" Voldemort shouted as he flicked his wand at Harry and muttered mobilicorpus. Harry rose a few feet in the air, and was the put on to his feet.
"Now bow," Voldemort said, more agitation was added to his voice. Harry again, only glared hard into Voldemort's crimson eyes. Voldemort shouted, "Bow!" and flicked his wand so that Harry was forced into a bow. Several Deatheaters smirked and snickered.
"Now Harry. As we have been through so many times before, you have confirmed so many times that you wouldn't even think of taking a step over to the dark side. I of course would love if you would take the dark mark and serve me. I can sense so much power coming from you. And since we have already proven pain will do nothing to convince you, we have decided to be a little more persuasive. Macnair!" Voldemort said this all with a very malicious grin on his face.
The doors to the right of Harry burst open and a hooded man, obviously Macnair, came holding a girl. She had large white teeth and brown bushy hair. She wore a look of panic on her face as she struggled to pull lose from the man's grip.
"Hermione!" Harry said with a loud gasp.
"Ah, so Hermione is her name. Yes this one was rather easy to collect," Voldemort said this all as though she was a mere trophy. He continued. "You see, this mudblood, this friend of yours had no wizarding parents to protect her. So we basically just had to find her adder-
"Let her go," Harry said, glaring at Voldemort. "Now just let her go. I'll do what eve"-
"Harry, no!" Hermione screamed. "Don't Harry! We need you! Don't just give up because of me! I"-
She was cut off as a red curse shot her in the chest and the man let her go as she began to twitch and sob on the ground. Harry couldn't bare it.
"Please, just end it." Harry said stiffly.
"What was that Harry? You want to see how long she can go with the curse?"
"NO!" Harry shouted at Voldemort's remark. "Please. Please! Just end it. Let her go. I'll do….." Harry paused. Was he willing to do this? Wait, this was his best friend. What was he thinking? "Anything." Harry finished with a sigh.
Voldemort nodded to the man, and the cursed made an abrupt stop.
"Wow!" the man said excitedly. "I think that's the longest I ever went."
Harry turned to see, 'Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? I thought Voldemort would've killed him by now. After his failure to kill Dumbledore.'
"Now Harry, as you were saying, what would you do if we let this mudblood go," Voldemort questioned with a triumphant look on his face.
"Anything," Harry said stiffly.
"Well we can continue the curse if you lik-"
"No! Anything!" Harry shouted, seeing the look on Hermione's panic stricken face. He sighed. "Anything."
"Ok, get this girl out of here." Came Voldemort's reply.
"Wait. Give her a portkey. And, let me see you make it. Make sure it places her in her house." Harry said, hoping they would promise to allow her to safety.
"Lucious, make this girl a portkey. I think Harry will trust you to get her to her home. We assure you Harry, she'll be fine." Voldemort said this concluding with several snickers from smug Deatheaters.
Lucious stepped forward, and conjured an old boot. He muttered a spell and said clearly the address of Hermione's house, and threw the boot at her. She stood up looking dazed.
"I'll need a wand," she muttered crossly, "And I want Harry to come back with me." The Deatheaters circle filled with stomachaches and cramps from laughing so hard. Hermione just stood there, swelling with pride and courage.
" Well, miss, you see, we plan on hosting Harry longer than you intended. We'd really like him to stay with us. Now, if you just touch the portkey, it will put you safely into your bed. Now go on. Harry and I need a private, chat." Voldemort said to Hermione as she eyed the portkey, and walked over to it.
"Good luck Harry," Hermione said in sobs. She grasped the boot, and her eyes grew wide as she became covered in flames. She gave a fearful scream and disappeared. An image of her flew up into the green smoke rising to the ceiling.
"Hermione," Harry choked. "I thought you said…" Harry's eyes began to water, but he fought back the tears. He continued, "I thought you'd let her go, safely."
"Ah, yes Harry, well, not everybody can keep a promise. Now, we have a bit of business to attend to. Let's see. I believe you said quote for quote you'd do anything.
"You killedHermione." Harry said dazed. He couldn't get over the sudden death. Anger boiled inside of him. He felt as though he would explode, soon enough. He gathered himself together and glared into Voldemort's eyes, "You killed Hermione. I'm not doing anything. You killed her when you said she could go safely. There's no deal anymore. I'm not doing anything. Pain wont mean to much to me either."
"But Harry, we only brought in the girl for pure enjoyment. To see you break. That's all. We don't need your permission to do anything. We can do it all by force." Voldemort said, his eyes lingering off Harry a moment as he turned his head to nod to two Deatheaters. Harry turned to see the two same Deatheaters advance to him; both were wearing smiles on their faces. Harry turned to run the opposite direction, but felt to cold hands grab his shoulders, and push him back into the center of the circle. He stumbled and fell to the ground. He scrambled onto his feet but was pushed down with such strong force by a pair of hands he fell onto his face. The two men grabbed Harry by his shoulders, and sat him kneeling in front of their dark lord.
'How the HELL did I get myself into this position? Once again, as I said it before, I hate my life.'
"Now Harry. As you know, all of my servants have the dark mark. So I thought it only fitting you would need it too." Voldemort said smiling smugly.
"I am not your servant." Said Harry angrily. "Nor, will I ever be."
The two men held Harry firmly in place, and the man on the left rolled up Harry's sleeve, revealing his pale, left arm. Once Harry realized what they were doing, his emerald eyes became fearful, and he began to struggle, and try to pull away. The two men snickered, and one squeezed Harry's neck. He let out a gasp of pain.
"Oh Harry, it's funny to see you struggle. To see you think you still have a choice in this, argument hear." Voldemort said, looking down on Harry. "You see, you will take the dark mark. I think it will be rather fun to have you under my command. There's no point in killing you if I can sense that you will be extremely successful in my power. Now, placing the dark mark on someone is and extremely painful procedure. It can't be stopped once it's started. Let's begin."
Voldemort advanced to the struggling Harry, with slow footsteps, as to add to the suspense. He withdrew his wand, and pointed it to Harry's bare left arm. He began to mutter an incantation, with words Harry did not understand. He jabbed the wand into Harry's skin, and his whole arm glowed a light green, of which matched his eyes. Pain shot through his arm spiraling through the rest of his body, tingling his bones. His eyes watered and his stomach jumped. A yelp of pain escaped his mouth. The Deatheaters stood watching carefully, as if they were eager to see what was to happen. Voldemort pulled back his wand and the glowing changed to occasional flashes of different shades of green. The two Deatheaters released their hold on Harry, and he slumped to the ground whimpering, his face touching the comforting warmth once again. He stayed on the ground, hoping they would think he was in an unconscious state, so they would ignore he was there.
"Harry, we know you're awake. Stand up, how does it feel to be the newest addition to my collection of Deatheaters?"
"I am not a fucking Deatheater!" Harry screamed in rage, jumping to his feet. He began to run to Voldemort, and do anything to the man, anything that would cause the slightest pain. A pair of hands grabbed him, and pushed him face flat onto the ground. He scrambled onto his back and looked into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. Crucio.
Harry wreathed in white-hot pain. His insides bubbled and his back arched. Since he felt almost immune to the curse, not a sound escaped his lips. He waited silently for the curse to end. Laughter rang in his ears.
"What did you expect to do to me, Harry? Cause me pain? How could you? You must understand. You are my captive. You are under my control. You are mine." Voldemort said, with another triumphant look on his face.
"No, I'm not." Harry replied. "You have to understand I am my own person. No one owns me."
"Oh Harry, Harry. I own you by threats. Not just by my mark. We will not be afraid to kill that little red headed friend of yours, you know." Voldemort said noticing the fearful look on Harry's face. "You must understand. If you do not do what I ask, some important friends of yours will suffer. You see Harry that is your downfall. Love. Dumbledore claims it was your power. Ha! If a power it is, how come it weakens you like this? Now, unless you want a rather unfortunate death to come about, I'd like to hear you say it. Go on, your master commands it."
Harry glared at the man before him. He was dreading the words he knew he'd have to say to save his friend. Harry sighed, "I am yours, master." Harry shuddered at the words escaping his lips. He stared down at the floor. Technically, he was Voldemort's servant. He was his captive. He had the mark. He even said it himself.
"Ah, good Harry, it is much better that I have even you believing it now. Let's see what to do with you. Dolohov, take him to his cage!" Voldemort barked.
"Cage?" Harry asked in an unbelieving tone. "A"-
But before Harry had time to finish, a bulky man had come up behind him and whisked him away, embracing him tightly in his arms, and pointing the wand to at his head.
"Move," he ordered roughly. Harry only stared up at the man with questioning eyes. 'A cage?' Harry still thought, disbelieving it all. 'Well, I can't expect to much from Voldemort I suppose.' Harry began to walk forward, knowing his punishment would be the cruciatious curse if he did not. As he neared the doors Harry heard a high cold voice say-
"Good night, Harry." Harry turned around and glared. He glared hard into Voldemort's eyes. His insides bubbled with anger and hatred for the man. He shouldn't be going through this. He just wanted to kill Voldemort. Or, perhaps, cause him pain. Maybe. Harry concentrated hard on the corner of Voldemort's robes. 'Incendio! Incendio!' He thought. This had to be a powerful enough emotion. And sure enough it was. Voldemort's robe was now supporting flames of orange red and yellow.
Harry let suppressed a smile and let out a laugh, but found himself wishing he didn't. He was put under the cruciatious curse as Voldemort stared hard at the boy, and said, in his high cold voice-
"For that, we shall do it tomorrow!" and he waved his hand and Harry felt himself being pushed out of the door, wondering what was in store for him tomorrow.
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A/N: I know I was going into it a little to fast, and that is was a little weird how Harry just happened to find outside in such a big place! Thanks for reading!
