Everyone I'm SO sorry! The Document Manager would not let me upload this chapter. It took me forever to realize that the problem was with the floppy disc I was using. So I had to rewrite this chapter all over again!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot.
By the way, I know Remus is not Harry's Godfather, I've heard from some people say he just assumed the position when Sirius died.
Chapter 7Harry slowly reached for the letter. It was from Hermione.
"Read it aloud, Mr. Potter," Voldemort said, receiving many cheers from the surrounding Deatheaters. "Go on, now."
Harry considered refusing, but seeing in how they would read it themselves anyway, he read it aloud.
"Harry, I'd like you to respond." Harry looked up in surprise as Voldemort said this. "Seeing as how none of us can match your handwriting. I'll of course, be telling you what to write."
"No, I don't think you will," Harry responded, obviously aggravated. How did they get the letter?
"Harry, there are ways we can make you agree." Crucio. Harry wreathed on the ground. "Come on everyone, join in," Voldemort said joyfully. And Harry could hear Crucio being called many more times. Harry desperately wished for his shields to come about, but he just lay there defenseless, as the Deatheaters hit him with the curse.
"Had enough Harry? Care to write the letter, now?" Voldemort asked as the curses ceased. Harry shook his head, to weak to speak. His mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were watering.
"Okay, again then everyone." And the curses shot at Harry once again, and he screamed in agony and blood fell from his mouth. "Would you like it to stop Harry?"
Harry said nothing.
"Maybe we are not causing enough pain," Voldemort said smirking, "Everyone, use any curse you choose, just don't kill him, that is all I ask." Jets of purple, blue, yellow, red, green, and pink shot at Harry. The pain was unbearable; he had received a broken ankle and three broken toes. Blood was seeping from all parts of his body and he had developed bruises as well.
"Will you write it now, Harry?"
Harry managed to spit out a weak "No."
"Stupid Gryffindor," Voldemort sneered. "Again everyone!"
And the curses shot at Harry again, as well as the same effects.
"Stop," Voldemort shouted, "how about now?"
Harry nodded weakly. He knew they would not stop until he did, and he was in so much pain.
"Good," Voldemort said softly. And he conjured up a piece of paper, as well as a quill and ink. "Just write out what I say. Is that clear?" Harry nodded.
"Ron! Ginny! Everyone! We just received another letter from Harry," several people ran into the kitchen where Hermione was holding a letter.
"Well, open it!" Ron shouted.
"I was just waiting for everyone else," she snapped back.
"Well everyone else is here. You can read it now."
"Fine," she said angrily, opening the letter. She read aloud:
Dear Hermione,I found the perfect opportunity for a rescue mission. The Deatheaters are going on a raid tomorrow, I overheard them talking about it. It's a town a couple miles off of Diagon Ally. A majority of the Deatheaters is going. Please don't try to come get me by yourself. Ron might, but I think you may have better sense than that. The Dark Lord will be gone as well. Remus should know where Headquarters is, so you might as well take him along.
Love,
Harry
"Oh that's excellent," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, snatching the letter from Hermione and re reading it again. "We'll have to discuss this in the order meeting tonight." She ran out of the room to tell the rest of the occupants of the house.
"Don't you think it's a bit strange," Hermione questioned, staring into space, "that Harry referred to Voldemort- Oh Ron come on- as the Dark Lord?"
Harry was being levitated back to a new cell; there was no need to stun him, for he was too weak to do anything. He replayed the rest of the Deatheater meeting in his head, continually. He was determined to find a way to warn the order. He knew Ron and Hermione would want to come, possibly Ginny would too. He prayed they would not be allowed; he didn't want to endanger them.
He hoped someone would be smart enough to catch what he said about the 'Dark Lord.' He was positive Ron at least knew he never referred to him as that. He wasn't able to add any clues that were too obvious. He felt horrible about actually writing the letter, but felt reassured there was some form of a warning in the letter.
Harry also knew, Voldemort could forge Harry's handwriting just as easily as he could conjure ropes around a chair. Voldemort just wanted to torment him, he thought, nothing new there.
He was brought to the cell, he hadn't bothered to memorize the corridors though; they were to confusing. Harry thought back to what Voldemort had said about the dingy room he was pushed into.
Flashback"Harry, I don't want you to waste your time with breaking out. I, personally, have put the enchantments of which it has. You cannot perform magic, you cannot leave the cell, for if you do, I will know, and your scar will hurt more than a thousand cruico's. Do you understand?" Voldemort sneered, his expression changing to a smirk when Harry nodded glumly. "Good, Good, off you go. Macnair?"
Macnair grunted, and levitated the limp for of Harry Potter.
End FlashbackHarry was pushed out of his reverie when to silver manacles rapped tightly around his wrists. He was reminded of the night in the graveyard several years ago. He shivered at the thought. Harry still had nightmares or Cedric.
Well, since I can't reach my coin, or my shoelaces, he thought, I guess I could go to my second idea.
(A/N: Since I don't know how to type Parseltongue, and I think I would just embarrass myself if I did, I'm just going to put it like this):
Harry called to Nagini, Voldemort's snake. This was his only choice. Most Deatheaters refused to speak to him, maybe on Voldemort's orders. Harry wasn't the least scared of the snake, which was surprising, because he knew the snake was promised a good meal in the graveyard years ago, and he never quite got it. But Harry knew Voldemort forbid Nagini to do anything of the sort to Harry.
Harry called to her again, was it a she? He did not know. But his instincts told him so. What if Nagini was talking to Voldemort right now? What if Voldemort heard Harry's calls? Harry stopped at these thoughts, hoping desperately Nagini would not come.
Luck had forsaken him, he knew, when he saw in the distance, the slithering form of a snake.
"Why did you call, young Harry Potter. Is something troubling you?" it hissed. Harry was taken aback. He did not expect Nagini, Voldemort's snake, to be so polite.
"Er-No, well, I am in the most feared villain of our times dungeon. But I needed someone to talk to really; I haven't had a decent chat with anyone except, well that one snake. I've even tried to get something out of the Deatheaters, but that didn't go to well…."
"Oh, I see," Nagini replied, "So you called upon me? Well, I have nothing better to do anyway I suppose, and Master would not mind, what is it that you want?"
"Well, Voldemort is planning on taking the order captive, possibly my friends if they come. Well, I'm…worried for them and I just can't stand that twisted sick bas-"
Harry was cut off by a third voice in the distance.
"Now Harry, do you really want to finish that sentence?" the tall form of Voldemort came into view, his red eyed burning with fury.
"Why yes, I do," Harry stopped speaking in parseltongue. "Twisted. Sick. Bastard."
"You realize that when I hear a third parselmouth in the building, I know it's you."
"Yep," Harry said, treating Voldemort how he would a Dursley.
"Come on Nagini, let's go," Voldemort said, motioning for the door.
"Seeya," Harry said, smirking with satisfaction.
Voldemort turned, and said Crucio. Harry writhed around, the amount he could at least, for he was restricted in the chains. Voldemort kept it about for a precise time of three minutes and twenty-nine seconds.
"We'll just have to work on that attitude of yours, wont we now?" and with that, he walked away with Nagini slithering beside him.
"Everyone listen up please!" McGonagol shouted, which worked as it did with her students. Since Dumbledore died, she had taken his place as head of the order. "Let me see Remus are you here, yes, and Hagrid as well." She seemed to be talking to herself at this point.
"Everyone's here," growled Moody, who had taken a seat in the back. His magical eye was swiveling all around, obviously checking for anyone who was missing.
"Thank-you Alastor. Now, we have received a letter, from Mr. Potter, and you will be glad to know he is safe. (Tonks gave a sigh of relief.) He has let us know when the Deatheaters will be going on a raid. It is a perfect time for us to form a rescue party. Of course, I will need some volunteers." Several people raised their hands.
"Let's see, Kingsley, Arthur, Moody, Remus you might as well, Tonks and one more shall we? Mundungus, you as well. But don't be screwing this up as well…. I have made portkeys for you all, cheap dime store rings. The activation word is Phoenix. It should transport you to and fro."
"Wait!" Ginny piped up. "I want to go to, me, Ron and Hermione want to go. He's our friend, it's our letter, let us"-
"I'm afraid not. When you three joined the order, I remember telling you specifically you are not to attend anything but the meetings until you are of age." McGonagol said sternly.
"But we were of age. 'Til that bloody law passed!" Ron yelled.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, which shut the three teenagers up.
"Well," McGonagol said easily, trying to end the tension. "Good luck al six of you."
There was a chorus of 'Phoenix, and the six were gone.
Well, I suppose we should split up," Moody said, as he saw the rest appear around him. He glanced at the uneased faces. "Or maybe in pairs then."
Everyone nodded, and glanced around.
"All-right then, Arthur come with me, Remus and Kingsley, Tonks, go with Mundungus there. Everyone take an entrance, try to find Harry and be out. If you find him, send a signal, any kind, how 'bout a patronus, and well be on our way."
"Sounds good, let's go Remus, we'll take the back way," Kingsley said and they disappeared around the building.
"Well, I guess we've got this side," Tonks said gloomily, glancing at Mundungus in disgust.
"Right, Arthur, come on then." Moody growled. He made his way to the front entrance, thinking of where Harry would be located. He even wondered if the boy was dead yet. Nah couldn't be. Before they stepped inside Moody stopped Arthur.
"Arthur, there aren't a few Deatheaters in there… I bet there's about fifty. Don't doubt this eye at all. And, it looks as though Remus and Kinglsey are already inside. So are Tonks and Mundungus."
A/N: Sorry for the delay, hoped you liked the chapter at the least. Please review!
