Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. Chapter 3

Dolohov was continuing to push Harry down many hallways and past many doors, and he had jammed his wand into Harry's ear. Harry began to memorize the many twists and turns they took, in case he ever had the chance to get away. The many pictures of Slytherin's heirs stared maliciously at him as he walked by. He was no stranger to this.

After he took a right turn by a picture of a gruff old wizard with black hair, who cackled manically at him, Harry found himself in front of a silver steel door. The stretch of the corridor around him was painted dark, and had a rather depressing look to it.

"In," He heard Dolohov say, as he pushed the heavy door open. Harry was pushed in, and onto the floor. He lifted his head and looked around. There were gray stonewalls and a cold hard floor surrounding a small cage. Harry looked at it. He knew he was small, but that small? He could hardly lay in it without his ankles poking out of the cage.

"Up," Dolohov said. 'He obviously doesn't have too big of a vocabulary' Harry thought as he stood up, only to be hoisted up into the air by the bulky Deatheater. He carried Harry over to the cage and roughly threw him in. He closed the door of the cage, muttering an incantation, and walked out of the room slamming the steel door shut.

Harry looked around the cage, 'Those idiots' he thought noticing the length between each door. 'I can just as easily squeeze out of here. Well, I can try.'

Harry began to edge towards a side of the cage and he slid through inch-by-inch, each strand of his body just passing through. He successfully pushed through and made his way over to the door. He began to chuckle, of the simpleness of it all.

His laughter stopped short when he saw a black panther appear in front of him. It looked at Harry with hungry eyes. Harry looked at it with shock, and shot towards the door. He desperately tried to push it open, and he realized open it from his side, he needed to pull it open. He grasped his hand on the doorknob and it desinigrated in his hand. Harry turned to see the panther running to him, its pointed teeth showing and its eyes narrow. Harry ran to the backside of the cage and slipped quickly tried so squeeze through the bars. He felt a tug on his pant leg and heard a loud rip as he pulled his ankle through. The animal continued to paw at the cage until it slowly faded away into nothing.

'Of course they wouldn't make it that simple. What was I thinking?' Harry thought panting. Beads of sweat were dripping down his face, and he slowly sank down onto the cage floor, and put his arms around his legs.

He was stuck there. 'They must've had the place all tricked out and everything' Harry thought grimacing. He couldn't escape. It was, well, nearly impossible. Unless…. Harry could practice wandless magic! He could muster up ever bit of anger he had. And when he was finally done practicing, he could escape. But how much time did he have? Surely longer than an hour! He had the Dark mark! Harry grimaced at the thought. He pulled up his sleeve and scowled at the continuing flashes on his arm.

Harry thought of how Voldemort killed his parents when he was only an infant. He thought about the retched scar and prophecy. He thought about Dumbledore, Sirius, and Snape. He remembered the Dursley's taunting and pestering. He became indulged in anger. He cried Incendio and watch as a small flame appeared in the corner of the room; it was the size of a pea. But it was still something.

Harry shot up his fist in triumph and smiled gleefully. The flames disappeared instantly. He had to remember to stay angry.

Harry continued to practice the wandless magic, and gradually his flames became larger. He was even able to conjure another doorknob onto the silver door. Harry curled up in his cage, thinking guiltily about Hermione. 'How could they?' he thought. 'It just doesn't seem right. Hermione gone and all….' Harry fell into a saddening sleep, the image of the rising green smoke filling his dreams.

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Harry was in the cage for the next couple hours after he awoke. He decided to put his wandless magic to a bigger, much harder test. He began to go through the procedure, becoming more violent and angry by each thought. Then he slipped through the bars of the cage and waited patiently.

A large black panther appeared and Harry stared at it furiously, and shouted Impedimenta and watched as the cat flew into the wall and sank to the ground unconsciously. Harry smiled and pushed through the cage again. Wait, why was he going back into the cage? Voldemort had something planned for him that very day, and he could try and escape from whatever it was. He had the magic; he could do it easily.

Harry sunk back through the bars again, and waited for the panther to appear again.

But this time, a panther did not come. Instead a tall thin man, with long blond hair appeared in front of him. Harry's eyes widened and he ran for the cage, hoping the Deatheater would disappear like the panther did. Harry slipped his leg through the cage when he heard a faint stupefy and the curse shot him in the back, and he fell, his head colliding with the hard floor, and he became unconscious.

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Harry awoke surrounded by Deatheaters, and in front of Voldemort who smirked at him and said-

"Harry, people are already missing 'the boy who lived.' It's here in the paper, you see. Right here in the prophet." Voldemort said showing the paper to Harry. "Shall I read it aloud?" There were many cheers from the Deatheaters around as Voldemort began to read:

Missing: The Boy who lived!

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was found

Missing today. Or possibly dead. The Dark

Mark was found over his aunt and uncles' house

Of where he recently, until now lived. The ministry

Assumes he was taken by He-Who Must-Not-Be-Named's

Followers. If he is not scene from or heard from in

The next 96 hours he is assumed dead. For now if

You see any sign of him please inform the ministry.

Voldemort stopped and looked up from the paper and said to Harry.

"You are only considered missing. In only four days, the search for 'the boy who lived' will wither, and you will be considered, dead." Voldemort smiled, and threw the paper at Harry's feet, which Harry grabbed and reread. He began to flip through the papers knowing it would thoroughly get on Voldemort's nerves. Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he pointed his hand shakily at the paper and said Incendio. To Harry's fury, the paper burst into flames, burning Harry's fingertips. Harry dropped the paper and stamped the flames out. He thought of all the hatred he had, and all the horrible things that had happened to him. Repairo! Harry muttered and the paper instantly was in its original form again.

Voldemort glared and said Incendio, but this time it was aimed for Harry. Harry shouted Protego and watched as the jet of light the spell had made faded. Voldemort glared harder, and shouted Avada Kedavra Harry pounced to the floor, hoping he had ducked in time. He knew the curse was unblock able and-

But a crash, and a large piercing pain in his back interrupted his thoughts. The room rang with laughter, and Harry strained his neck to look and see a silver chandelier had fallen on his back.

"Ha, Potter. That wasn't aimed for you. We all remember the last time the killing curse was put upon you by myself. Besides, weneed to, talk to you. I am going to give you one last time to agree; will you transfer to the dark side?"

"No, uh, never," Harry said, astounded that Voldemort would still be questioning Harry of this.

"Ah, Harry, I knew you would say this. So I thought I would be a bit more convincing. As I said last time. Except, this time, we really do need to be persuasive enough. Bring them in." Voldemort said sneering. Harry was horrified. Who had they gotten now? The door opened and he saw Ron, Ginny, and-

"Hermione?" Harry questioned, a look of hope in his eyes. "I thought they killed you! But? I thought, they…." Harry turned to Voldemort. "I thought you killed her."

"No Harry. That was just a portkey to the dungeons. The fun effects were done by none other than Macnair himself. Macnair stepped forward, grinning, and bowed.

"Now Harry. I'm sure you were wondering what your surprise would be. But, let me explain why your, friends, were brought here today. There is a spell, a very dark and powerful one created by Salazar Slytherin. How do you think he came to be so successful? Anyways, it is a very painful, and displeasing, procedure. And we can only have your agreement to actually work the spell. The spell will gradually deprive you of your soul, and leave you as a mere puppet. It will take a while, but slowly, you will have no recollection of who you are, or what you want, or any past memories. You will have no free will whatsoever. Your soul will be given to the other participant in the doing of the spell." Voldemort said this all, smirking at the fear on the four teenagers. "Now you can either agree to the spell, or your friends can suffer horribly before a painful death. If there are not enough of your friends here Harry, we can bring"-

"No!" Harry said, half gasping. "Please, don't." Harry turned to face three horrified teenagers staring sympathetically at him. He mouthed 'do you have your wands?' All three shook their heads vigorously. 'What a stupid question. Of course they wouldn't have their wands.' Harry thought sighing.

Harry began to edge over to his friends, hoping to get a word in, but was quickly brought down by the cruciatious curse. Harry writhed in pain, and clutched his stomach. The curse ended after seventeen seconds. Harry didn't understand, what had he done wrong? He didn't really do anything.

"Now seriously," Harry said sarcastically, glaring at Bellatrix, knowing she was the caster of the curse, "What was that for?"

Bellatrix let out a high pitched giggle and replied, "Just trying to keep ickle wee potter from running off now." Harry rolled his eyes, knowing it had been out of pure hatred she had used the curse.

Harry made his way to his friends again, and the curse was put onto him a second time, but it ended as soon as it had started.

"May I please just have a word with my friends?" Harry shouted angrily over the laughter.

"What was that Harry? I don't think I heard you quite correctly." Voldemort said, eager for a reply.

Harry sighed and said, "May I please have a word with friends, Master?" Harry turned to his friends, and made a face, only they could see. Ginny let out a little giggle.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, I would not appreciate you being to rude to me, unless you want those three to end up dead." Voldemort said with a sneer that would give Snape a run for the money.

"May I have a private word, Master?" Harry said with anger filling inside of him. He felt as though he could muster enough power to cast the cruciatious curse on Voldemort himself.

Voldemort seemed to think for a moment, and replied with "No."

"Alright then," said Harry as walked over to his friends. He muttered a spell that surrounded them in a bright blue bubble. Silencio Harry muttered, so no one could hear their conversation.

"Harry what are you doing? Your going to- Hermione began sharply, but was cut off by Harry.

"Hermione, we don't have to much time before the shield is broken. Look, I'm going to agree to the spell. I don't want you three to get"-

A chorus of "No's" Filled the bubble, and Harry was getting impatient.

"Look, it's either you three die and more, or something bad just happens to me. So look, at my house, is a pensive I received from Dumbledore, only earlier that year. When I do this spell, I want you to save me. Tell the order, anyone who will help. I'm the only one who can kill Volde"-

But Harry was cut off as the Bubble charm was broken, as well as the silencing charm. Ginny shot forward and pulled her arms around Harry's neck. She gave him a long kiss, but was interrupted when Voldemort screamed Accio Harry Potter, and Harry shot back, soaring through the air questioning the Summoning charms work on humans. Ginny looked at him, her eyes were wide and watering as she shouted, "I Love you Harry!"

Harry was about to say 'I love you' back, but Bellatrix Lestrange placed a silencing charm on him. He glared at her and thought TallantTallegra and watched happily as she began to tap-dance around the room. Voldemort ended the silencing charm, and released Harry from his arms and said in his high, cold voice-

"So Potter, your choice? What is your decision? "

Harry gulped, and said nervously but hopefully, "Can't I just…. Join you willingly?"

"But Harry, you even said you would never join me. Besides, we can't trust you doing my work, going on my missions with a wand, and alone too. No, I think it is your only option, if you agree, willingly to the spell. Unless you'd prefer your friends to die?"

"Fine," said Harry firmly, "But let me make the portkey that will get them out of here safely." He pointed to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"No, we cannot trust you to do that, you, and a wand? No I don't think so. I think I will let you choose the deatheater in this room, that you trust the most who can make the portkey." Harry stared around the room. He didn't trust anyone in the room, except for his three friends. Harry thought hard, and began to pace over to his friends, pretending he was looking for a trustworthy deatheater.

Expelliarmus! He shouted to the nearest one. He took off his shoe, and made a portkey to the burrow of it. He threw it at Ron and said "Go." And even ran to use the portkey with them. But, he heard impedimenta being screamed, and he didn't have time to dodge it. He watched as the three disappeared along with his shoe.

Harry hit the wall, and sunk down to his knees.

"I love you Ginny," he whispered, but she was already gone, and he could not be heard, anyway, over the many hexes being screamed at him.

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A/N: and you thought I killed Hermione! I would never! Oh well. Will update soon. Might take me a week. Thanks for the reviews!