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Chapter 4

Harry was caught by so many hexes and curses, he wretched on the floor. He was in so much pain, and on the verge of fainting, but he fought it off. He wanted to see what was to happen to him.

The spell Voldemort had suggested was like the dementors kiss, but worse. Voldemort would have complete control over Harry and his powers. Harry knew that if Voldemort had Harry, the war would already be determined. Voldemort would win. Harry knew he had to convince Voldemort to let him join willingly. It was his only means of escape, that is, if Voldemort ever had him on a mission alone.

Voldemort said for the curses to cease, and Harry rolled over trying to get onto his hands and knees when a deatheater kicked him hard, making him gasp. Harry's face collided with the ground, and he remembered again, the support the little warmth gave him. He decided to stay that way on the ground, with his little comfort.

Harry laid there silently the voices fading in and out; his vision grew darker and brighter. Everything was hazy in his mind and vision. The gray walls were constantly changing shades, and the shadows were vibrating. Harry rolled towards the center of the circle and stood up, careful to evade the Deatheaters. He faced Voldemort, hoping he would have a change of heart.

"Please," Harry said in a pleading tone, "Just let me do it willingly. Please, Don't make me do this. Don't kill Ron, Hermione, or Ginny. Or anyone else. Wont it be easier if, if I just did it all, willingly?" Harry looked up at Voldemort, who didn't look convinced. He hoped he would not have to get onto his knees and beg.

Voldemort looked at Harry, and seemed to need a minute to consider it. If he could trust Harry and not do the spell, Harry could think for himself, and just as easily get out of a sticky situation with the aurors. But he could just as easily escape. He thought about it a moment longer before smirking, and saying, "Alright Potter, we'll settle for that. But in the meantime, one of your friends, possibly the mudblood, will stay with us. If you screw this up, we'll kill whomever it is we are hosting. I'll even let you choose who you would like to stay."

Harry's hopes dropped. The first few words Voldemort said almost made him dance, but after he continued, he realized he didn't want to put anyone in that kind of danger. But, he could always save whoever it was, couldn't he? But would they torture them? Or... Harry couldn't make a decision. Either way, he was stuck, something bad would happen. Harry sat there thinking for what felt the longest time. But it was worth it, he had devised a plan. He looked up to Voldemort, mustering up all of his small knowledge of occlumency and said, "Okay... I can choose anyone to stay as my friend?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he nodded, agreeing to Harry's question. Harry smiled.

"Ok then, I choose Draco Malfoy as my friend." Harry turned around to see the youngest Malfoy glaring at him, his pale face turning red with fury.

"You know very well I am not Potter's friend. You can't allow tha-"

Malfoy was interrupted by the cruciatious curse hitting him square in the chest. He yelped and writhed in pain as he fell to the floor. When the curse ended, he shakily began to stand.

"Do not tell me what I can, or cannot do. You may find yourself in an unwanted position." Voldemort said, glaring at Draco. "Ok Potter, he'll stay. Now you understand, if you try anything funny, he will be tortured, possibly killed?"

"Yeah, I understand," Harry replied, seeing the look of fear on Draco's face.

"B-but, he doesn't care about me," Draco stammered. "I'll be dead in a heartbeat. Hell, he wants me dead."

"Ah, Draco, maybe you just have to trust that Harry here, cares who dies, whoever it may be."

"Well, not you I don't," Harry scoffed, listening to the gasps of the Deatheaters. He was hit with the cruciatious curse. He didn't bother to block it, knowing numerous more would be thrown at him.

"Nott, Macnair," came Voldemort's high voice. One deatheater stunned Malfoy, and swooped him up in his arms. The oldest Malfoy glared at Harry, and he snickered as he watched him mouth 'you will pay.'

One Deatheater approached Harry, ready to do the same to him, but Harry rolled his eyes and began to walk out the room, followed by an angry deatheater who then stunned him, and instead of picking him up, only levitated Harry, as though he were a germ.

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Harry found himself, in the cage again when he awoke. For a moment, he forgot where he was, but of course quickly recalled last night's events. He had saved himself from a soulless life. He had saved his friends too, but had risked Draco. Harry didn't want him to die, though he was a deatheater, he was technically just a boy. He might not have even wanted to become a deatheater. Just following his father's footsteps possibly.

Harry sat there thinking for the longest time, thinking of the most peculiar things to keep him entertained. He flipped a golden galleon he had found in his pocket, and began to guess what side it would land on each time. He stared out the barred window too, although he knew it was just an enchanted one. Harry even revised his plan in his head, of what he was planning to do when Voldemort sent him on his first task. His plans to escape.

Harry began to flip the coin again, when the silver door opened and interrupted his game.

"Come on," The deatheater said, gesturing him to come to him. Harry slipped out of the cage, realizing Lucious must have let it slip he could slide in and out of the cage easily. The man grabbed the back of Harry's shirt, and pulled him along the twists and turns of the corridors. He led Harry to a door and knocked.

"Come in," said a high, cold voice. The man opened the door, and shoved Harry inside. To Harry's surprise, the room was not filled with Deatheaters. This thought did not quite relieve him though.

Pertificus Totalus Voldemort said, and Harry fell to the ground feeling as though ropes had encircled his entire body. He could not move.

Voldemort smiled, and said, "Lean him against the wall, now." The man did so, trying to be as rough as he could, slamming Harry's head into the wall. Since Harry could not move, he showed no ounce of pain.

Voldemort sauntered over to him, and put his fingers on Harry's temples. He gazed into Harry's eyes for what felt like the longest time to Harry. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he let go of Harry, leaving him to fall to the floor.

'What just happened?' Harry thought. 'That was a bit weird.'

"Nott," came Voldemort's cold voice, "Take him back.

'Ah, so that's who he was' Harry thought, as Nott said Finite Incantatum and Harry watched, as his limbs were slowly able to move freely. Harry walked out of the room, with Nott pointing his wand to Harry's back.

When past the picture of the gruff Slytherin, with the greasy black hair, he realized he was back at the silver door. The deatheater opened the door, and he went through the same procedure again, going in the room, and slipping through the cage. Harry fell asleep, very quickly.

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"I found out today," came Voldemort's cold voice. Voldemort was surrounded by many Deatheaters who looked rather worrisome, as though Voldemort would attack anyone of them who did anything wrong. He continued. "But were not going to let it happen."

"But master," one deatheater said rather sheepishly, "How did you find out?"

"I have my ways," He replied. "Now lets retrieve him."

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A sharp tingling in his was the reason Harry had awoken from his dream. He knew what the pain was, and he wished he wasn't right. He rolled up his sleeve, and looked at the mark on his arm. The snake, rapped around the skull. Harry closed his eyes, and sighed. He pressed the mark with his burnt forefinger.

Harry found himself, this time part of the circle of Deatheaters. The circle was beginning to become full, except that is, for one member. Draco was missing this time.

Suddenly the doors opened, and Voldemort walked in, obviously happy about something. Everyone bowed, and even Harry did, a little stiffly, knowing the consequences.

"Tonight my followers, we are going on a raid. We are going to. Lucious, you will be leading the raid tonight. You will be going to Diagon alley; we really haven't been there for ages. And let's see… Bella, you will be supervising Mr. Potter."

Harry looked around at Bellatrix Lestrange who returned a glare to Harry. He loathed her. She had ruined the one thing Harry really never had. She had caused Sirius to fall behind the veil.

But Harry had another thing on his mind. Diagon alley would mean he would be in the public. He could escape like planned, and save Draco to, if he felt like it. His mind had drifted to and from whether he cared if Draco died or not. If he saw someone at Diagon Alley, he would be saved, and he could tell him or her the whereabouts of Voldemort's 'hideout.'

"Out," Voldemort shouted, "Get on with it!" and every deatheater did just that. Harry even began to, when he realized he didn't have a wand.

"Er, I think I'm going to need a wand…" he said aloud to no one in particular. Bellatrix, who had already begun to make his way to him, heard it, and said:

"You've already demonstrated your wandless magic!" she snapped. "Why would you need a wand?"

"Well it takes a bit of concentration," Harry hissed back. "Look, I'm not doing it if you"-

"Oh but Mr. Potter, yes, you are going. Even without a wand. On you go." Voldemort said smugly as Bellatrix grasped his arm and pulled him out of the door. She led him out of apparation grounds, and she held him tightly, and apparated to Diagon Alley.

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Harry fell hard onto the ground, still unaccustomed to apparating. The raid had already started, and there were many witches and wizards, running around screaming, or fending for themselves. Some store windows were broken, and some people were what looked like dead. Harry was hoping he would not have to kill anyone, or for that matter torture anyone either. For as long as he was there, he did not want to use any unforgivables.

Bellatrix Lestrange pulled Harry from the ground.

"Come on," she urged and Harry began to run with her as she kept a firm grasp on his arm. They came upon a girl, about the age of five, and Bellatrix laughed gleefully. Crucio Bellatrix said, smiling at the screaming girl on the ground. She clutched her long blond hair as she writhed on the ground.

"Harry dear, as much as I'd hate to share, your turn." Harry gulped at Bellatrix's words.

"Do I have to use the cruciatious curse? Can't I be a bit more creative?" He whined, hoping he sounded convincing enough.

"Oh Yes, Go ahead," she said laughing a bit more.

Harry concentrated and shot a purple curse, praying Bellatrix would not recognize it. The girl began to laugh, unable to stop.

"She should choke," Harry said as Bellatrix nodded and they began to run further along, searching for another victim. Without Bellatrix's full knowledge, he ended the curse.

Harry and Bellatrix went along torturing people, Harry trying his hardest to do the least damage possible. Bellatrix killed the adults mostly, she really only went after the kids. When they came across Hannah Abbot, a Hufflepuff girl from school, Harry put a Disillusionment charm on her, which Bellatrix could not see, and the frightened girl ran of quietly in tears.

There were times, when Harry thought he saw a tall redheaded, almost balding man, pass through the crowd, or a girl, with bushy brown hair. He wanted to call out to them, but he knew if he did, it would blow his cover.

"Come on Potter, in here," came again, the whining voice of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had seen a little boy, hidden behind a book shelve at Flourish and Botts.

"Come out," came the singsong voice of Bellatrix Lestrange. The boy gave a whimper, but stayed his ground, hoping she would go away. Mobilicorpus she called, and the shelf rose in the air and landed a few feet from its original point. The boy looked up with fearful eyes, and Harry realized it was-

"Neville?" Harry asked in disbelief. Harry could not let Bellatrix do anything to Neville. She was the one in the first place who had tortured Neville's parents to insanity. She would want to finish the job.

"I want this one," Harry interrupted her as she was in the middle of a spell. She stopped, and stepped aside. Harry turned to Neville, as though he were going to curse him, but whipped around, looking Bellatrix in the eyes said Sectum Sempra and she began to bleed freely.

"Go," Harry firmly to Neville, and he ran out of the shop without hesitation. Harry to, ran out of the shop. He saw Deatheaters running past him shouting about the aurors. They had already put the apparation wards up, so they would have to floo from Borgin and Burges. Harry smiled, he was saved. He ran towards the way of the aurors when he heard Pertificus Totalus, and it shot him in the back. He fell to the ground stiff as a bored.

"Well, Potter," Came the voice he knew was Lucious Malfoy. He came over to him and smirked. "I said it and I meant it." Crucio. The pain spiraled through his body like white-hot knives piercing his skin.

Stupefy he heard, and the curse ended, and his body was mobile again. He unsteadily stood up, and was relieved to see a young girl with bubblegum pink hair.

"Tonks," He said sheepishly. "Thanks."

"Come on," She said, "Let's get you out of here. By brooms shall we? And maybe you can tell me exactly what's going on."

"Ok," Harry agreed, taking hold of a broom Tonks had conjured up. "But let's go quickly, Deatheaters are on my trail."

"Right," she said, "Off we go." The two flew off into the sky, above Flourish and Botts.

"So Harry?" Can you tell me exactly what's going on?" she said, looking him square in the eyes.

"Yeah," he nodded, and began to tell him what had happened at his stay with Voldemort. He showed her the Dark mark, and told her about the incident with Hermione, and told her about Draco too.

"Is this true?" she asked, as they began to descend, into what looked like an under cared for park, with tall weeds, and numerous trees.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Good, that's all I needed to know." she said, or you could say he said, as Harry watched horrified as the pollyjuice potion effect slowly faded away, and he was looking into the eyes of Lord Voldemort.

"Harry, I thought I could trust you, but I obviously see I can't. Well, off we go." Voldemort stunned an already shocked Harry, and he disapparated back, to where all the Deatheaters were waiting for him, but this time, he was in the middle of the circle again, along with Voldemort.

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A/N: A little short, I know, but I will be waking up early some of the summer to update. So, reviews I guess. Thanks for reading. Oh yeah, and this isn't going to be one of those Fan-fics where people don't update after like the fourth chapter or so. I will complete this one, and possibly write a sequel.