Is This The Life I Live?

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Chapter 2

The stunning charm wore off as they made it to their destination. Harry cautiously looked up at the building they were standing in front of; it was an old castle with a big hole at the side of one of the taller towers. It reminded Harry somewhat of Hogwarts, a home that he now dearly missed. He felt a wave of sadness, but more pity remembering that now he had no home anymore because of the untimely deaths of the Dursley's. He had in the past wondered how life would be if the Dursley's were dead, he had imagined leaving with a smile plastered on his face, but now he didn't feel close to smiling. He realized that as much of a pain it was to live with them he had a little bit of hidden love in him.

As they entered the ruined castle, Harry felt a shudder go through him. He wanted to reach out and grab something to keep from going in there, he couldn't move his hands and was mad to find that they had tied his hands behind his back, he couldn't even fight.

They kept going down a long hall and then turned and came through a door. As they went through it Harry saw that it was a sort of room, it was huge and circular, in the middle of the room was a big fire that seemed to never give off smoke. Standing before the wide flames circling flames stood, none other then, Voldemort.

Harry became aware that all eyes were on him. He looked around and all around him stood Deatheaters. Harry stood up straight trying to send a message that he would not give up without a fight. Over the years there has been pain that built up in him and if they were going to take him down he will take them down with him. He was just thinking about what hexes to put on them when the dark lord spoke, pulling out Harry's wand.

"I can see your intent in using this." He waved the wand in his face. "I am quite disappointed that you have never learned any thing about manners, but seeing as where you come from I'm really not surprised." Harry could just imagine the smirk on Snape's face. He almost looked around, remembering Snape's part in his kidnapping, but didn't because he didn't want to take his eyes off Voldemort incase he did any thing.

"To make things easier I will simply ask you a question and you answer honestly no harm will come to you. Ok, now first, do you know why you're here?"

"Yes." Harry answered simply.

"And why would that be?"

"Because you are a sick, twisted bastard, in fact you can't really be called a bastard 'cause it was you who killed your father, so you're a murdering bastard. You also killed my parents, my godfather, and now what little family I have left." Voldemort just stayed standing over Harry… smiling?

"Sorry, Harry, wrong answer. Crucio!" Harry felt pain course through his body, it felt like all of eternity before he realized the pain that hit him, full blown in the chest, was gone. He pushed himself up still feeling where the curse had hit him. Voldemort turned towards the fire, Harry stood there seething.

"Next question, where is the order's hiding place?" Harry stood there transfixed, why would Voldemort ask him about the order? Yet he still kept silent. Before he knew it he was in pain again, no, he was in agony and writhing around on the floor. He got back up carefully once it was over it took more of an effort this time to stand.

"Now are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions, or am I going to have to torture you some more?" Harry realized all too late that Voldemort expected an answer, he was feeling a lot more of the pain now, and he didn't make an effort of getting up because he knew that he would end up on the cold, hard stone floor again and again.

"Harry you are really starting to frustrate me and if you frustrate me I'll get angry, and believe you me, you don't want to see me angry. Now get up." Harry took his sweet time in getting up; apparently the dark lord didn't appreciate the wait and sent a fresh rush of pain making Harry writher on the floor. Harry started feeling the effect of the curse weaken him, now. It pissed him off; he guessed that again He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named took notice, because the bastard continued the torture.

Harry felt on the verge of fainting when the torture was ended, but before he did he took notice of something he didn't before. When he entered he noticed deatheaters, but there were three sets of eyes he missed, ones he had thought long gone. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the faces and disbelieving eyes of his parents, and godfather staring at him. They were alive.

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