Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter Chapter 5

Harry had managed to stay on his feet after the apparation; he stumbled a bit, but he was able to stay planted on his feet instead of taking another fall.

Harry looked around the circle of black cloaks and masks, and he suddenly became aware of just how small he was, and how vulnerable he was too. Harry wasn't sure what he should be waiting for. Curses flying at him, one of Voldemort's unbearably droning speeches, or would he just be put back in the cage? Harry felt the tension jostle his stomach.

"Harry," Voldemort's cold voice interrupted his thoughts, "I didn't believe you would think of running away for fear of the death of our young Mr. Malfoy…. But I guess my instincts proved me wrong. Perhaps, it is best, if I just kill you here and now."

Harry's stomach dropped. The war was determined. He would die rig"-

"But the power I sense in you is to strong. I will not give you another chance, as much as you may beg, we are going to do the spell now." Voldemort whipped out his wand, and shouted Imperio, but Harry was ready, and he shouted Protego and watched as the curse faded away to nothing. Voldemort glared, and nodded to a deatheater behind Harry, and he wheeled around to block whatever curse came his way from the deatheater. The deatheater only laughed as Voldemort shouted Imperio at an unready Harry.

Harry could hear two voices in the back of his head, one shouting Agree Harry, Give me your soul. The other one fighting shouting back just as loudly saying No, I wont thank-you. The two voices constantly bickered, until Harry was able to throw off the curse and Shout "No!"

Voldemort glared, he had forgotten Harry's immunity to the Imperious curse. The little brats who had escaped with the portkey had probably already told the entire order of the whole ordeal. He had no threat to make to Harry; everyone was bound to be hidden securely. He of course could bring in some muggle girl, threatening to kill her if wouldn't agree… But would Potter even care about the girl.

"Take him back!" a frustrated Voldemort barked, and the Deatheaters succeeded in the same procedure of trying to stun a stubborn Harry.

Harry awoke, yes, in the cramped cage again. His neck ached from it being in an awkward position, and his stomach rumbled from hunger. Harry began to go through his ways of keeping himself from boredom, which was almost there in fact. Harry noticed the bars on the cage had seemed closer together, so he could not slip out of it.

When Harry was thoroughly bored, he propped himself up against the cage, and tried to fall asleep. He had some trouble, because his mind was on so many things. Food, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and lack of social skills, unless you call his chats with Voldemort something. Then, it struck Harry he did not have to be alone.

"Dobby," he whispered, but as soon as he started stopped. House elves would not be able to get through into this place. Voldemort would see to it. Harry sighed, and another idea pounced upon him.

Serpen sorita Harry said aloud, and he watched as a foot long snake formed beside Harry's feet. Its Beady eyes looked up, as Harry stared at the royal blue snake slithering towards him.

'Hello, hello' the snake said wrapping itself around Harry's arm.

'Hello' said Harry, desperately hoping he had said the right thing in parseltongue.

'Why did you summon me?' the snake asked curiously.

'Well, I needed someone to talk to; I really haven't had a proper word with anyone for a bit. I'm Harry, Harry Potter.'

The snake looked at Harry intently, then said 'My name is Regius Puteulanus. Where are we?

Harry was surprised the snake did not become immediately surprised he was wrapped around Harry Potter's forearm. 'Have you ever heard of Lord Voldemort?' Harry knew this was a stupid question, but if there was a snake that had possibly not heard of Harry, then maybe he hadn't heard of Voldemort either.

'Yes' the snake replied. 'He was in the deeper part of the forest of Albania. Us snakes did not usually go down there, in fear of death.'

'Well' Harry said cautiously 'He has captured me, and we are in a deeper part of the mansion. I think it's a mansion. I'm not quite sure though.'

'Are we in danger?' the snake asked.

'I am, I am quite sure you are not. Lord Voldemort is also a parselmouth, as you might know. He has always had a deep affection for snakes, so I doubt he will kill you… But, I was wondering if you would do a favor for me. I'm in a bit of danger, and I was wondering if you could, well see what Voldemort is saying to his Deatheaters right now. Would you?'

The snake nodded eagerly, and slithered out of the cage, and slid under the door. Harry was alone, once again.

Tap, tap, tap. Harry looked over to what he was sure were an enchanted window, but what he saw was a small brown owl carrying a letter, parchment, and pen. The load looked too big for the owl, but he looked eager enough to take the job.

"Pigwidgion?" Harry asked uncertainly. The owl took that as an invitation inside the cell. He zoomed through the barred window, and flew happily around the room. He flew over to Harry, and the owl shook his leg, trying to rid the letter himself from his leg. Harry grabbed the owl, and took its contents and then the bird seemed to settle down, and it found a place by the window to wait patiently for Harry's reply.

When Harry opened the letter he read:

Dear Harry,

We are so worried for you. You are all right, aren't you? Everyone around thinks your dead; well not us or the order or anyone. But once we get your reply, we can prove you're alive. We miss you so much Harry! Ginny is completely in tears, and Ron is hardly speaking. Can you tell us where you are? We can send about fifty aurors there to save you. Please don't agree to do the spell, we need you. Remember Harry, we love you and we are going to try and save you. We found your pensive, and please don't get mad but we couldn't help but look at a couple of your memories. We just never had been in one before. Did you really kiss Cho Chang? Oh I'm straying away from the point. Hang in there Harry!

Hermione

Harry reread the letter several times, and after the fourth or fifth time, he picked up the quill and ink and wrote to back to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

I'm sorry; I haven't got a clue where I am. I've only portkeyed here or apparated. You've been here, maybe you can tell me. Did you get any glimpse of outer side or… Well I'm fine, kind've. Voldemort tried to put the Imperious curse on me, but I threw if off. You think he would've just have killed me by now. I summoned a snake Regius Puteulanus. Weird name I know. But I have him spying on Voldemort for me. I'm hoping I get the chance to see what's coming for me before it happens. Well, I'm glad to see I'm missed. Tell everyone there I said I'm fine, although I'm not. It might help to ease the mood there a bit. I don't know if fifty aurors will fend off the many Deatheaters Voldemort has gained. You were here; you've seen how many have joined his ranks. And with Dumbledore gone… Yes I really did kiss Cho Chang, right before our DADA meeting around Christmas. Hermione, I trust you to lighten the mood there, even the least bit. Send me more letters, but I suggest the next one may be best at night. See you soon!

Harry

Harry put the last part 'See You Soon' hoping even he himself would believe it. Harry tied the letter to Pigwidgion's leg, and watched him zoom around the room, bumping into to walls until he had found the window, and flew out into the sky. Harry propped himself up again, and fell into the sleep he had been wishing for.

"Ron," Exclaimed Hermione, as she watched from the window the excited brown owl flutter through. "It's Harry's letter! Come look! Oh, maybe he knows where he is, and we can save him!" Ron bounded down the steps of Grimauld place, and skidded to a halt in front of Hermione who had the letter in her hand.

"Open it! Read it!" Ron urged as he watched Hermione fumble over the letter, trying to open it correctly. "Oh give it to me!" Ron shouted, and he ripped the letter from Hermione's hand, and he tore it open. He read the letter aloud, and he let out a snort when he read the name Cho Chang.

"Oh, Man! He really kisses her"-

"RON," Hermione interrupted, "finish the letter!"

Ron read the rest of the letter. "Wow," he said when he finished reading, "Do you think we should tell the order about it, or even Ginny"-

"I already know," Ginny squeaked, as she came from around the corner. Her eyes were red and puffy, and it looked as though she was deprived of sleep.

"Oh," Hermione said, "Well, I still agree we ought to tell the order and see what they want to do about it."

"Yeah, I agree to that." Said Ron, " Shall we call a meeting tonight?"

"I'll do it," Hermione said, as she began to walk up the stairs. "Let me get a few things in order, and then I'll get straight to it."

"We need to decide what to do about Potter," said Voldemort in his high cold voice. "It'll take some work, but I think we can do it. Now, here's what we'll do… Hey, what's he doing here? Get him!"

Harry awoke from his dream sweating and worrying. Who did they get? Surely not his snake…would he have been caught so soon? Would Harry get into a lot of trouble for sending the snake? But, maybe it wasn't Regius, maybe it was….

Harry didn't know what to think. He was so confused, and he had so much on his mind. He didn't have anything to do to keep his mind off of all of this either… Harry became more nervous with each thought.

Was Voldemort reading his mind right now? Would they get to Ron or Hermione, or Ginny? What was to happen to him?

Harry pulled out his coin again, and began to flip it repeatedly, guessing which side it would land on, which in the end did soothe him a bit.

Harry wondered about when he would get his reply from Hermione. Would he get caught for sending a letter? Did the Deatheaters intercept the letter? Harry stomach rumbled, and he realized his stupidity. He conjured some food, and ate away. His hunger soon ended.

Harry realized what he could do, the summoning charm worked on humans, did it not? Why not summon an auror? He could even call upon Lupin, or anyone really. Though, from at this distance, he would have to practice. He had known summoning charms for three years though; so it was possible he would be able summon someone. As long as they had their wand.

Harry began to practice summoning charms by throwing his shoe out of the cage, and calling it back again.

"Alright," he said sighing, "lets try this."

Harry gave a triumphant smile, as he was able to call upon his trunk from the Dursley's house, and banish it back again. He was ready to call upon an auror. But, which one? Should he ask for Remus Lupin, or Mad eye Moody?

He was interrupted by an unmistakable his, which seeped from under the door.

'I'm back' it called, as Harry watched the snake slither into the room.

AN: A little short, but I updated very quickly, you must admit. Review!