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Harry sat in his cell and his spring mattress and stared around in misery at the damp mold infested stone walls. He couldn't believe it had all ended like that. Harry stood and began to pace his decent sized cell. The more he thought about it the more angry he became. How could he be so stupid.
He lashed out by kicking the bars and regretted it wholly.
After hopping around for five minutes he lay back in his first position.
Harry cringed as he remembered the look on Snape's face when the Voldemort had dragged him in, bound wrists and all into the room of death eaters.
Automatically Harry had called out to his professor which rewarded him with an elbow to his already broken ribs. Voldemort had then let him fall to the floor and insisted that since Harry so obviously wanted to speak to his professor, that Snape should the one to show him to his quarters.
Snape had been silent taking down to the dungeons and deposited Harry in the cell. He;d then pointed his wand at Harry and repaired his broken bones and warned him to rest as the bones were only loosely fitted together. Then without so much as a goodbye he'd left. Harry had been alone in the dark dungeon ever since.
It was quite a while before anyone entered the row of cells and when they did it was, to Harry's surprise, Draco Malfoy. Harry had bee sleeping and awoke as Draco called out to him.
"I told you didn't I Potter? You couldn't stop me, you couldn't stop the Dark Lord". He said with a childish arrogance.
Harry cringed and sat up on the spring mattress. "You're right Draco, I couldn't stop you". Harry admitted and Draco's eyes took on a proud glow. "But Dumbeldore did didn't he?".
The blond teens face fell at the mention of Dumbledore.
"No" He glared in at Harry. "Snape got there before me was all, he stole my thunder".
Harry stared at him for a moment. "I was there Draco" he said quietly.
Draco tensed and Harry nodded. "I was pressed against the wall under an invisibility cloak. Professor Dumbledore gave his life to save mine". Harry said still staring at the pale Malfoy.
"How that then?" It was an honest question. All the arrogance was gone out of Draco's voice.
Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the hard wall.
"Do you really think I wouldn't have tried to stop you? Stop Snape? Dumbedore had me pined with a spell. That's how you disarmed him Draco, he used his last spell to disable me". When Draco shook his head, Harry nodded. "Yes it's true".
Harry gently prodded his weak ribs and tested them. They felt better but still not healed fully. Harry guessed it would take time.
"You realize you're dead now either way right?" Draco said then. There was no relish in his enemies voice. There was something else that Harry took to resemble regret.
"No" Harry corrected him. "I'm the last Horcrux, I think I'm safe enough".
Draco frowned. "The Dark Lord will make more Potter and then make more".
Harry finally stopped poking his ribs and drew his full attention to the conversation at last. "What? Er, what do you think I was doing at Godrics Hollow Draco huh?"
Draco Shrugged "..I went there to end it all" Harry informed him, then seeing the blank look on Draco's face he rolled his eyes and added "I was going there to kill myself, I had to end it but I wasn't fast enough and now I'm all that stands between Voldemort and death. Right now I'm his most valuable possession".
Harry sat forward on his mattress and looked up to see Draco to see the boy awed.
"But I don't understand Potter, why doesn't the Dark Lord just drain your blood?".
Harry frowned "A horcrux has to be in tact for it to be of any use. I have to be alive for him to use my blood, but since blood is a renewable resource he can use me as many times as he needs as long as he can drain straight from my veins". Harry sighed thinking about the grisly future ahead of him.
Draco stared at Harry, but Harry now refused to meet his gaze.
"You should have changed sides Potter. You should have joined him".
"No" Harry spat "He have killed me anyway. I was a threat. Or I'd have killed him, so would if he murdered your parents". Harry muttered darkly.
"So in other words," Draco began. "He's just going to..."
"Keep Harry very safe in that cell for the rest of his unnaturally long life" Draco gasped and Harry raised his green eyes to meet the scarlet gaze of Voldemort staring at him from outside the cell. Neither of them had heard him enter. In the dark of the dungeon his red eyes seemed even more pronounced and almost glowed.
Voldemort glared in at Harry "Keep you very safe, safe in that cell, so that no harm shall ever come to you outside of my hands". Harry didn't remove his eyes from Voldemort and the pair found themselves in a staring competition which Harry broke first by closing his eyes at a jab of pain in the ribs. He heard a low chuckle.
"Draco"
"Yes my Lord?" His voice sounded frightened to Harry.
"I want you to go up to Severus. Tell him I'm ready for that truth serum now". Voldemort stated coldly and smirked when Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Yes my Lord" Without so much as a last glance at harry, Draco was gone leaving just him and Voldemort alone in the dungeon.
"You won't get it from me Tom. I hidden it from even myself at will". Harry growled.
Voldemort cocked an eyebrow in faint amusement.
"Is that so?" He raised his and the cell door shot open. He stepped in not even bothering to close it again. "We shall see Harry". He grinned coldly as he approached Harry and the boys eyes widened wide in fear.
"No! No please!" Harry whimpered.
Severus pulled open the heavily door that led down to the dungeons. The door gave the distinct groan of metal upon stone and immediately the single rowed dungeon of lined cell were sent a sliver of light before he closed it behind him again.
He knew the Dark Lord was still here, the crackle of magic in the corridor told him that. Severus reached the boys cell and paused seeing the door open and Voldemort inside with Harry.
The Dark Lord was standing over Harry who was lying in a fetal position on the floor at his feet.
The boy was shaking and at once Severus knew the Dark Lord was inflicting a violent assault on the boys mind.
After what seemed like a considerable amount of time the Dark Lord stood up and boy relaxed and broke into a very audible pant. Voldemort gazed down at Harry with clear disdain.
"Your defense have gotten strong Harry, not even I can read what I want. However lets see if they can match up to Severus masterful potion making skills".
Without so much as glance Voldemort held out a hand to Severus who handed the Dark Lord the potion.
Harry stopped shaking and lifted his gaze. The look of solid determination on his face surprised and even impressed Severus. The Dark Lord clearly didn't care for his insolence however and Harry gasped loudly as the spider like hands fisted his hair and he was force fed the Veritaserum.
A tedious three hour interrogation ensued and by the end Harry still hadn't given up the prophecy.
The Dark Lord was only furious.
"Very well" He said in a voice so cold Severus saw the boy visibly shudder. " I have more than one way of getting that Prophecy out of you boy". The red eyes turned on Severus.
"Get Greybeck down here". He snapped. There was nothing to be done and Severus inclined his head and left to carry out his masters orders.
Harry's face was a flash of horror as he tried to hold back the mans, if you could call him that, yellowed fangs. He had Harry pined to the squeaky spring mattress and was sitting on top of him trying to take a chunk out of his shoulder. The flailing and very vocal Harry was a handful in his distressed state.
It was the full moon tonight and out of the rays of the moon, hidden in the dungeons Greybecks form was still that of a man, except the ten inch long nails and saber canines snapping at the boy trying to catch flesh.
Harry's flailing knees caught the monster in the side and with a roar of pain the werewolf drew back an overly muscles arm. Harry gasped and his face screwed up in a silent cry of pain as his head snapped to the side, three large gashes opened up across his left cheek. The man over him snarled again and Harry, this time not being able to suppress it, cried out in agony, eyes bulging as a claw punctured the skin of his chest, ripped flesh underneath and punctured out the other side.
Voldemort entered the dungeon later that night to find Greybeck standing outside Harry's cell lapping up the blood from his clawed fingers. Voldemort gazed in at Harry. Harry's eyes were rested on the werewolf feeding on his blood, arms wrapped around his chest and eyes clouded over with pain.
The boys white shirt was torn in places, revealing pale ivory skin beneath, he had three deep claw gashes on his cheeks and his left eye was bruised starting to show the telltale signs of what would be a blackened eye and caved cheekbone.
Voldemort's eyes flitted to Greybeck who stopped licking the boys blood from his hands.
"Did he talk?" Voldemort asked, and frowned when Greybeck shook his head.
"No my Lord. I threatened to bite him but nothing".
The red eyes lit up with anger and he glared in at the boy he now found was staring at him through his one good eye. Voldemort sent with a warning glare.
"It could be made worse Harry, are you sure you wish to stay silent?".
The Dark Lord felt his temper unhinged when the boys pain filled eyes, met his and he nodded.
He let loose a loud growl. And he looked to Greybeck and snapped a pointing finger at Harry.
"Get in there and do not stop until you have clawed his clothes from him, do you understand?".
Greybeck nodded and sneered, blood stained fangs in at Harry.
"And if you should flay his hide in the process so be it, Just keep his alive!" he stressed.
Finally the boys eyes flashed with pleading, but Greybeck re-entered. Harry flew back against the bed and the Dark Lord turned to leave.
Half way up the corridor a cry was emitted so loud that Voldemort was sure the ministry could hear it in London.
"And shut him up!" He yelled.
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