Hello I'm back; yes I suck and am kicking myself for taking so long.

Is this the life I live?

Lily's Pov:

We were sitting in our room quietly. Most of the death eaters have left for some reason most likely a raid, or some disgusting activities. We had two guards sitting to watch us, they were idiots, but of coarse all of Voldemort's followers are all idiots in my opinion. All of the death eaters have been gone for a while; they wouldn't really tell us what was going on. It's not like I really cared they are all just a bunch of buffoons (yay! I just had to put that). When they finally returned they had someone with them I couldn't really see the unfortunate individual because the ring they formed around him blocked him from view, but Sirius, James, and myself were very curious and also worried. We are used to some of the torture that these filth inflict on their 'enemies' it makes me sick to my stomach.

"I see your intent in this," the dark lord had started, "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."

At this point we are very curious about the new person, then the stupid 'dark lord' started questioning the poor fellow, god I think that I am starting so sound like Sirius, the stupid mutt, ok now James, oh I am so going to kill them for doing this to me. But you have got to love them.

"Ok, now first, do you know why you're here?" I hear come out of the scumbag, damn those two just keep on rubbing off on me, don't they? I was a little surprised when I heard the person answer.

"yes." It wasn't really the answer that surprised me It was the voice it was strong and very confident even in this predicament, but most of all it held no fear. The worst part was that it was such a young voice, one of a boy who couldn't be that old possibly 16, maybe 17.

"And why would that be?" Oh, how he really pisses me off.

"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." Go kid, I could kiss you, well, that is if I weren't married… Wait, the bastard did what… god, damn fucking bastard. Poor kid, ok once I get out of here I am doing some serious ass kicking. Thank god I didn't say that out loud or mutt breath wouldn't ever let me live it down, but I think that him and my dear husband are the only reason that I still have my sanity.

"Sorry, Harry, wrong answer. Crucio!" Oh, how I would hate to be that poor little fellow. Did I mention how much I hate Sirius, I am starting to think like that butt sniffing lunatic. Actually I think that maybe I am loosing my mind, but you can't really help it if you are constantly hanging out with these babbling bunches of buffoons. Wow, that was interesting.

"Next question, where is the order's hiding place?" Wait, the kid is with the order? Wait, Voldemort knows about the order? I see the same shocked expression on both of my other companions faces. I just pray that the kid will keep his mouth shut, we don't want to lose anymore hope.

"Now are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions, or am I going to have to torture you some more?" Wow that will get you far. As I said they are idiots, damn I hope nobody is reading my thoughts right now, not that I seriously care.

"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." Well, I can tell you from experience I really would like to avoid getting him angry as much as possible. I would hate to be the kid right now that is all I can say.

The stupid pig kept sending the Cruciatus Curse at the kid. It was when the lad was on the verge of fainting that I finally saw him. Our eyes met, and I saw my eyes. Then I realized that it was my sweet baby they had, my poor baby. Harry. (A/N sorry I thought that for Pov I would just do Lily, but the other two's thoughts are pretty similar. Yeah, I know, it wasn't very Lily- ish; I thought it sounded more like what Sirius would think.)

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"Here's your little brat." Voldemort threw Harry's unconscious body unceremoniously on the floor and left. Lily, Sirius, and James stood staring at Harry disbelieving that he was really there. They then dragged his limp body to a hay pile that they had used for their beds. They then just stared at him not really knowing how to react until Lily went and sat beside him running a hand through his messy hair and crying, her lips trembling. James and Sirius followed her, James trying to comfort her while trying to soak in every detail of his son that he hadn't seen in nearly 16 years. Sirius almost threw his whole self on top of the boy. They all were tearstained within seconds of seeing their son, or in Sirius's case godson. After what felt like forever, which was probably only like ten minutes, Harry's eyes fluttered open.

"AHHHHHHHHH! Stay away from me, who the hell are you? Where am I? Oh, wait right, the kidnapping. Who are you? Speak. I can hurt you, you know."

"Harry, settle down. It is really us, your parents, and this is really Sirius, your godfather. We are real and if you don't believe us we will transform for you. Watch." And in a blink of an eye James Potter and Sirius Black were replace by a majestic stag and a big black drooling dog

(A/N yes I did have to include that Sirius was drooling and I have no reason why. Naaaaa).

"Mom, Dad, Sirius. I thought that you were all dead. I saw you fall through the veil it was over a year ago, I watched you fall. Remus held me back. He told me- he told me…" he trailed off and was getting a little emotional from reliving that tragic moment seeing Sirius again. They quickly transformed back into their human forms.

"Harry. Shhhh. It's ok I'm here now, I'm not dead. We're all here now. Its ok, it'll be ok. I know it will, hush." Sirius was trying to calm Harry down, Lily and James felt helpless not really knowing what to do for their distressed son. They could tell right away that with the time they have had together Sirius and Harry have grown rather close. Sirius had told them every thing he knew about Harry and he also told them what happened after their 'deaths' and how he went to Azkaban. They also knew where Harry had been living and how Harry and the remaining marauders met in his third year, they were rather disappointed that that was how they were introduced.

James went to Harry first and was quickly followed by his wife. " Harry, I want you to know that we love you and that if we could we would have gone and gotten you out of there in a second, but I think you should here the whole story because we have been in this hell hole for all 15 years and Sirius was in here for like what over a year. That night that Voldemort attacked us I tried to fight him so that you and lily had a chance to escape," Harry nodded, remembering most of the story of what happened that night reliving anytime a dementor got near, " you remember some of that night don't you?" again Harry nodded. He then pulled his knees to his chest protectively and then put his head to his knees, his shoulders shaking.

"Third year, when the dementors got near, looking for Sirius, I heard yours and mom's screams. I hated it." To this James turned his head away from his son and ran a hand threw his hair nervously.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. You were just a baby, helpless and innocent. You shouldn't have suffered like you did." Harry just nodded in response head still buried in his knees.

"Harry it wasn't your fault. What happened with your parents, and what happened in the department of mysteries wasn't your fault."

"I wasn't quick enough to save you, I should have known that it was a trap, I should have thought before I acted, I should have listened to Hermione. I wasn't quick enough to save you like I wasn't quick enough to save Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" all three concerned adults asked in unison. It was fairly confusing to see how that had anything to do with this.

"Yes, I guess you didn't hear?" they shook their head still looking concerned.

"Dumbledore's dead, he died at the end of the term in an attack. Death eaters managed to get into the building, nobody saw it coming."

"Oh, god."

"I watched him die." Lily's hands went straight to her mouth in shock, James and Sirius stared at him in shock and there was great sadness laced in their eyes. Almost immediately Lily threw herself at her son giving him a great hug and didn't seem like she was letting go any time soon. After a second's hesitation both of the marauders had their arms wrapped around the grieving son and mother. They have lost Dumbledore, their last hope for winning the war, but they had gotten their son back and they would be damned if anything else happened to him. They sat their and cried in each others arms as one family, until they fell asleep in a dreamless heap.

( A/N you know, I could be a big meanie and end this chapter here but since it is the holidays I think that I will be generous and continue, anyway I don't want a mad mob on my door step.)

They woke up to a foot nudging non- too gently at them. The death eater was holding a tray of what was apparently their breakfast.

"Wakey, wakey sleepy heads, don't want to make the dark lord angry. Oh, lookie here, its wittle bwaby Potter. Oh and he's cwying to his fwamiwy. Oh, how sad, boohoo." Harry recognized that taunting voice anywhere.

"Bellatrix, I see that you are looking as horrible as ever, it's too bad that that curse I used on you really didn't do any damage. I would have loved to see you writhe and scream in total pain and agony. And we all know that you deserve it. In fact, if I had my wand right now I would be Crucioing your arse right this second."

"Wow, those are some mighty big words for the little potty, and it looks like the baby needs a little nap time, we will have to fix that won't we?"

"Go to hell."

"You know potter I think that I have had quite enough of your back talking. Crucio." Harry being unprepared for the oncoming curse let out a scream of pain before he could stop himself. "I hope little potty hasn't hurt himself. Oh, well, Crucio."

Harry was able to stop the screams this time, but managed to get a bloody lip from biting down so hard. The torture kept going on for a while, then eventually the tortures seized.

"My, my, my you must be in a great deal of pain. Oh, well, now eat up or you will probably starve your poor little selves. Not that I would really care whether or not you die, but the dark lord needs you."

"Why don't you say your precious dark lord's name, unless you're a great chicken."

"Shut up you insolent boy or I will teach you your place and make sure you are severely punished for your lack of respect. Right now you are just a prisoner not to mention a weak 13 year old child."

"17"

"What?"

"I'm 17 years old, I'm legally of age and I am not weak, I am totally capable of defending myself. I have survived him five times and lived, I will survive him again and you will be severely punished."

"SHUT UP, BOY! NOW! If you do not keep quiet I will make you wish that you were never born, and you will be sorry that you ever crossed Bellatrix Lastrange." To this Harry just snorted. "Eat, or I'll make sure you starve."

The four prisoners took their food, stale bread and a small tin cup of water for each, and they ate quietly. Bellatrix waited until they were done and took the trays and cup and left.

"You still haven't told me."

"Told you what?" James asked his son, well aware of what his son was asking.

"How you survived, I remember that he used the killing curse on you and mom. I remember Sirius falling threw the Veil. How could you have survived Remus told me you were gone. I didn't believe it at first but if you weren't dead then where else could you have possibly gone?" the last few sentences of his statement were directed to Sirius.

" I don't know what happened after I fell, I don't really remember anything after that my last memory of that night was seeing you rushing towards us and Bellatrix hitting me with the curse, then you were shouting my name, I fell back and everything went black (A/N hey that rhymes, cool)."

"Sirius, I'm sorry, I-"

"don't worry about it, kid, now I think that it is best for you to finally find out what happened with your parents, it is quite and interesting tale, I couldn't believe it at first but, well, I think that it is time that your parents told you what happened that night and why they could never be there for you." Harry looked at his parents expectedly. They were sitting there fiddling with their ragged clothing.

"Harry," James started, "we never died that night. The bodies that Sirius found were decoys so that the wizarding population thought that we were dead. Somehow Voldemort found a way to send us to this prison, while the decoys took our place. We have been here the whole time, hoping that eventually someone in the order will come across Voldemort's hideout and find us, but eventually that hope was lost. Then somehow a year ago Sirius was dragged in here."

"But how could you have possibly survived? Does anyone know how you have gotten out of the veil?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I think I heard one of the death eaters say that one of their spies were trying to find something in the department of mysteries and found something or someone near where the veil is, apparently they were unconscious. I guess that it was also you, Sirius." Lily answered, apparently the only one who was still paying attention and trying to gather any information that could help out the order for when they get out. She had gathered quite a lot of useful information.

"Well, what are we supposed to do while we are here?"

"Well, you could start by telling us about yourself, so how is life?" Harry nearly snorted at the question. How do you think it is? I am in a freakin' cell with freakin' lunatics that are supposed to be dead, and I think I am freakin' losing my freakin' mind here. So yeah all is good Harry thought with such an amount of sarcasm that even Snape would have beamed with pride, if it weren't for Harry being his worst rival's son. Harry also stared at his father blankly, and James somehow got his message.

"Ok, so yeah I guess that question has a fairly obvious answer. So I heard you're a natural and Quidditch, just like your old dad, seeker, too. I must say that I am impressed, but it is all in the Potter genes."

"James, don't brag." To this he just pouted.

"you know, you act just like a chi-" her sentence was interrupted by a death eater coming through the wards that held the prisoners in. they could tell that it was a man, even though he had a mask that hid his face and he had a black death eater robe on. He also had in his hand a whip.

"Well, come on, little Potter, the dark lord requests your presence, and I will use force if I have to." He beat the whip against the hand that did not occupy the folded up torture device, to intimidate Harry. The death eater had a grin on his face, Harry gulped knowing that he would not like what was going to happen to him, and his feelings were confirmed with the death eater's next words. "It's torture time."

Awwww, poor Harry. Again sorry it took so long; I hope you enjoyed your holidays. Happy New Years. I know that this chapter was fairly, ok, excruciatingly boring, I will try to make it more interesting. I also did have the update for 'No, no not this' but I lost it. Please review and any ideas will be most appreciated. I'm a little brain dead. Damn writers block. Sorry about the tackiness. But remember if you review I will give you a…never mind, a hug is going overboard, but please, please, please review, even if it is crappy.