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Harry woke up to the sound of his uncle's laughter. He didn't bother fighting against the bonds and remained as still as possible,
"Are you awake, Boy?"
Harry mouth felt incredibly dry. He needed water. How long had he been out? Every inch of his body was aching, but he wasn't worried about himself. He was more worried about what had happened to Collin. Had they gotten him?
He gasped when someone doused him in icy cold water. He opened his eyes and his uncle's grinning face came into view. That wasn't good…That wasn't good at all. He looked away from him and ran his gaze around the small, dingy basement. There was no sign of Mr. Harrison,
"Did you steal all that gold from him?"
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head silently,
"DO NOT LIE TO ME, BOY!"
Harry finally spoke out,
"I'm not lying."
His stomach roiled as he thought about Collin and what would have happened to him. It was apparent that his uncle had gotten his gold which meant that they had gotten Collin as well. His already aching jaw hurt worse when his uncle leaned over him and struck him hard across the face,
"Tell me…Tell me how you got that gold. I know you stole it. He would have never left you alive. No one gets out of that castle alive."
Harry pressed his cheek into the cold stone, trying to relieve some of the ache and breathed out,
"I didn't steal it."
His uncle grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up,
"Tell me how you got out. Was there a secret door? A tunnel…some hidden passageway to get in."
Harry opened his eyes and saw the greed burning in his uncle's small, mean eyes. He wanted more. It was so obvious that his uncle wanted more,
"There's nothing."
His uncle growled and threw him hard against the wall. The fall was made worse because of his bound hands and feet. His head hit the wall with a sickening crack and his vision blurred before blacking out altogether. His head screamed as his uncle clenched his fingers around his hair and bellowed,
"TELL ME, BOY!
Harry couldn't even open his mouth to reply. His inability to reply must have ticked his uncle off because the next moment, he felt like his cheekbone had been shattered. The pain only served to push him down deeper. The darkness grew denser and his uncle's shouting grew distant until he couldn't even hear it.
He must have passed out because when he awoke next, there was no one there with him. Somewhere upstairs someone was crying…Collin…It was Collin's voice and he was crying and begging.
He tried to take into account all of his injuries, but he was forced to stop before he even started. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't sore. Collin's distant voice reached his ears and he was able to make out the words,
"Let him go, please. Sir…He hasn't done anything…"
His pleading was cut short by Mr. Harrison's incoherent shouting. Harry hoped like hell that they weren't hurting Collin up there,
"Please…I'll do anything you want…I'll go quietly with Mr. Dursley…I'll work hard…Just let him go…Please…Just let Mr. Potter go…"
Harry struggled against the bonds and tried to think of a way out of this. He could get out of this. He just had to think…Voldemort had been able to summon objects just by snapping his fingers. He could do it…He could do it…He could do it…He just had to think about what he wanted. A knife…He needed a knife to cut through the rope. A knife…He visualized it in his head and then snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. He kept trying…He kept visualizing... Accio knife…Accio knife…Accio knife…Collin's begging kept egging him on and then…he felt it…
Triumphant joy filled his heart and he couldn't help but grin as he felt the cold handle of a knife in his hand. He began cutting through the bonds immediately and as soon as his wrists were free, he began working on his ankles. He was on his feet in an instant and rushing up the stairs. Collin was kneeling at Mr. Harrison's feet,
"You're not going anywhere, Collin."