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Harry slowly opened his eyes, quickly shutting them as a splitting pain shot through him. Waiting for the pain to subside, Harry attempted once more, sitting up once his eyes were fully open. It was so dark he could barely make out his surroundings. Man, I have a headache. Reaching a hand up he realized Where are my glasses? He felt the ground around him, taking in the cold stone feeling, trying to find his glasses. He finally hit metal, the thin, wire rim of his glasses brushed his fingers. He quickly put them on, hoping they would at least let him use what little light he had. Ron and Hermione aren't here. I wonder what happened to them.

He pushed himself up, only to fall when his wrist seemed to blind him. He clutched at it, attempting to alleviate the agony. What I wouldn't give for my wand. Where am I anyway? He thought back to his last memory. We were in Gringotts, Ron had just found the goblet when… He struggled to remember. A face appeared in his mind: Long, pale blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a malicious grin that could probably make even Caligula question his sanity. Lucius Malfoy.

Harry sneered into the darkness, Why didn't Malfoy…Draco…send word earlier!? If he knew his father would be there he should have sent us earlier. Maybe he isn't really…no I have to believe in him. Harry sighed, this would be tougher than he thought. He walked towards the lone light source on the other side of whatever room he was in. He knew he had been captured, he could only hope Ron and Hermione had managed to get away.

Harry curled up, I guess the only thing to do, is wait.

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Harry jerked away at the sound of metal scraping against rock. The screeching sound send an unpleasant shiver down his spine. The sound of footsteps came closer, the vibration rang through his head, stronger with each step. The steps stopped, where he believed to be, right in front of him. A weight landed on his stomach and the air was knocked out of him. He groaned in pain as the cool voice of Lucius Malfoy reached his ears

"Wake up, Potter. The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you and will not tolerate the disrespect of you simply lying there."

Harry felt a tug at the pit of his stomach and suddenly felt himself "flying." Right into the stone wall. His arms were painfully forced apart by an invisible force and his legs felt as though they were bound together. He struggled to move against the hex, but he remained stationary.

He looked towards the light as a loud 'thud' resonated through the cell. The opening the prison, his cage, was darkened by the tall, thin figure of a man. Harry attempted to sneer at the man, disappointed when he found only his eyes capable of moving. He settled for a death glare, praying that the famous "Witch's eye" was, in fact, based on reality.

The man walked towards him, his robes sweeping against the ground, causing dust to brush around him in clouds. Harry heard Malfoy mutter lumos before light erupted from his wand. Harry allowed a moment to ponder where he got it before shifting his attention back to the man standing before him.

Pale, ashen skin stretched tightly around the man's long face. Two slits, making up for the absence of a nose seemed to flare out, slips curling into a sneer. Harry focused on the red eyes, so like the snakes he had seen in his time.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed at him, dipping into a mocking bow before meeting his eyes once again. "It has been too long."

Harry glared at him, Oh what I wouldn't give to say a few things to you. Harry felt a sharp sting in his mind and cursed.Legilimency, forgot about that one. He suddenly felt the spell wear off his head, allowing him to speak. He nodded his head at Voldemort.

"Hello, Tom. I like what you've done with the place."

He watched the ruby eyes narrow, a look of pure hatred flamed in their depths. Faster than Harry could have anticipated, a wand was pointing directly at his heat.

"Never call me that filthy name, Potter. You forget your place. I could kill you easily and end this now."

Harry sneered back at him. "Oh yeah, real challenge there. I can see you telling everyone now. 'Yes, I killed Harry Potter. He was bound against a wall with no wand or way of defending himself but I got him!'" He looked at Voldemort, making sure he was fuming before adding, "I'm sure all your lackeys will worship you even more." He lowered his voice and forced himself to think of Voldemort as a snake. "I wonder, do they know what you are? You constantly berate my mother when your own father was a muggle. At least my mother was a witch."

.Harry felt his scar burn, so badly he was sure that drop of liquid running down the side of his face was not just sweat. Harry watched Voldemort's rage rise, his wand shaking just the slightest. Malfoy watched his lord uneasily.

"Milord?"

"Crucio!"

Harry clenched his jaw shut as blinding pain raked over his body. He had been subject to this curse before but never this badly. This was totally different. Because this time he had insulted Voldemort, his lineage, with a gift he himself gave him. Harry was having trouble breathing, his whole body felt as though it was going to collapse.

And then Voldemort stopped.

Harry opened his eyes, his vision blurred from the pain, but he could see Voldemort doubled over, one hand holding his wand while the other clutched his forehead. A few moments later Voldemort's red eyes rose to Harry's form, burning through him like acid.

"What did you do, Potter?" He snapped. Harry blinked at query, confused at what he meant.

"I…didn't do anything." Pain erupted in his scar once more. Harry clenched his eyes together, unable to stop his hiss of pain. He felt long, thin fingers wrap around his neck. Voldemort's breath falling on his face. A low warning fell on his ears.

"Do not lie to me, boy, you must have done something to send that pain back to me."

Harry looked at Voldemort, startled. He felt it too? Does that mean the connection is getting stronger? Voldemort stepped away and nodded towards Malfoy. Harry felt the binding spell ease off him, causing him to drop heavily to the ground. The shifting of robes and footsteps told him both men had left him alone. He struggled to sit up, his body sore and stiff, and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes, 'You must have done something to send that pain back to me.' He couldn't even block out pain he was causing.Harry let out a bitter laugh. Too bad I didn't pay more attention to those Occlumency lessons, they might have been handy.Harry felt his eyes get heavy, I guess being tortured does that to you. He closed his eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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Harry heard the screeching of the cell door once more. He heard a deep voice grumble "Get in there, mudblood." And a soft 'thud' reached Harry before the door slammed shut again. Harry opened his eyes, attempting to find whatever had been thrown in with him.

He felt the ground until cloth touched his hand. He grabbed at the object, his fingers became tangled in hair. He jerked them out, causing the person to wake up with a start.

"Ow, why don't you just leave me alone!"

Harry sighed in relief at hearing the familiar, feminine voice. He attempted to placate her. "Hermione, calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Hermione stopped her little tirade, and looked at him before latching on. "Harry! I'm so glad you're alright!"

Harry hugged Hermione before pulling away. "Have you seen Ron? Do you know what Malfoy did with him?" He watched Hermione shake her head. He sighed and hugged her again. He felt her shaking in his arms, he tightened his embrace. "It's gonna be ok, Hermione. We'll get out of here."

He felt Hermione stop moving, he looked down to see that she had fallen asleep. He sighed and moved them to the wall. He could not shake the feeling that he had lied to her. I just hope we make it out.

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Harry woke up, for once without a threat looming outside his cage. He tried to count the days. Six, six days they've kept me here. Why haven't they just killed me yet? The thought of Voldemort flashed. The connection, it's too strong. Harry heard the wooden door open and slap shut. Hurried, labored footsteps caused Harry to look towards the cell door. He quickly closed his eyes, attempting to feign sleep. He squinted once the door opened. He saw a tall, what he assumed to be a man, enter, dragging something behind him. He heard the figure mutter and light filled the room.

Malfoy, and...Ron! Harry tried to remain still, desperately wanting to go check his friend's condition. He watched Malfoy hurry towards him. He crouched when he reached Hermione, seemingly checking her condition, before moving onto Harry.

"Potter, are you awake?" Malfoy whispered. Harry nodded and looked at him. "Darn, I was hoping I could give you a wake-up call."

Harry narrowed his eyes, before he could think about it his fist had connected with Malfoy's face. The blonde boy fell back, clutching his nose.

"Merlin, Potter! What do you bloody think you're doing!?" Harry glared at him.

"December 24th at 10:30? Was that the plan all along? Pretend to be disgusted with what's happening when really you just want to get me to believe it? I can't believe I was so blind!"

Harry watched Malfoy stand and walk towards his wand. He returned, muttering a couple quick healing and cleaning spells. He smirked.

"Well, Potter. I've seen your glasses so I can believe you are that blind."

Harry snapped, he lunged at Malfoy. Unfortunately he didn't have a wand.

"Petrificus totalus!" Harry felt his body tighten and he fell to the ground. "Now listen, Potter. I didn't know about those plans until that night. Bellatrix let it slip during our Christmas party and I barely had enough time to get the owl out to you. I didn't know he would leave early, and I didn't know that it would take that long for you to find the goblet."

Harry glared at the Slytherin, angry at him, angry at himself. He hoped, against all logic, that Malfoy was telling the truth. He heard him clear his throat and focused.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. I'm going to try to get you out of here. Oh, that reminds me."

He pulled something from his pocket, Harry saw it was a bag. Malfoy looked up at him, "Promise you won't hit me and I'll release you." Harry simply glared at him, thankful when he felt the bind give way.

"A coin bag? No offense, Malfoy, but I don't know what good that's gonna do me."

Malfoy smacked him upside the head, causing Harry to hit back. Malfoy glared before casting engorgio on the bag. Malfoy handed it to him. Harry inspected the bag, rather pleased to find that it was filled with food and clothing. He looked back at Malfoy.

"It should be enough for the three of you. I heard they weren't planning to feed you three. And I know Granger would flip if she had no clothes to change into."

Harry nodded, and whispered. "Thanks. Where are we anyway? "

Malfoy nodded and stood. "My home, well, its basement anyway. I'll find a way out for you guys. Don't worry." He turned and walked out.

Harry watched the light fade, completely gone with the heavy slamming of the door. He woke up Hermione and Ron, quickly handing them food, before allowing them to go back to sleep.

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"Master Potter, sir? Please be waking now."

Harry opened his emerald eyes to see a house elf standing in front of him. She stood about two and a half feet high, small seeming even for an elf, with a burlap sack covering her.

"Can I...help you?" He whispered, not wanting to wake up the others. The elf nodded her head rapidly.

"Yes. Master Draco is sending Twink to give you this, sir." She held out a bag, which Harry took.

"Master Draco is saying that Harry Potter must be leaving quick and reading this." She held out a roll of parchment, waiting for Harry to take it.

Harry nodded and accepted the roll. "Thank you." Twink curtsied before vanishing. Harry unrolled the parchemnt.

'Potter-

You Know Who plans to take care of you tomorrow. Your wands are in the bag, use them well. I'll have to notify them of your 'escape' as I'm supposed to check on you. I've owled the Order, they should be expecting you. There's a Portkey in the bag as well.Hogwarts a History. Be sure to hold it at 11. You won't be able to leave from the cell, it has a spell to prevent that. There's another letter in the book, read it once you're out.

Good luck.

-DM'

Harry rolled the parchment up. He looked through the bag. Three wands, a book, and a map. I guess he figured we wouldn't know where we ended up. He grabbed the three wands and moved to wake up his friends. He slowly shook Hermione awake placing her wand in her hand. When he reached Ron he noticed the bruises on his friend. He shuddered to think what they had done to him. They do call the Weasleys blood traitors, I'm sure Ron and Hermione got it worse than others. Ron groaned as he woke.

"Harry?"

"Hey, Ron. I have your wand. You should get up, we'll be leaving soon."

Ron simply nodded and held out his hand. Harry watched him struggle up, hissing in pain when he attempted to stand on his ankle. Harry looked at Ron's ankle. He winced, Purple and swollen can't be good.

"Hermione, do you know how to fix a sprained ankle?" He watched her shake her head. He sighed, We'll just have to leave earlier.

"Alright guys, we have to leave now. Malfoy said he has to check on us and he'll have to report us being gone shortly after."

They nodded. Harry checked the time, 10:50. Malfoy needs to get more creative with his timing. He turned to Ron, who was finally standing while being supported by Hermione.

"We have ten minutes. We need to go." They both nodded and he mutter a silencing spell.

He faced the wall and looked at them one last time. "Bombarda"

The wall shattered, hurling rocks and pebbles alike at them. They managed to huddle together, blocking the brunt of the wave. When it was over dust had thickly coated the room, but a hole was there, that was all they needed. He nodded to the other two.

"Let's go."

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Harry checked his watch again. 10:56. "We need to hurry!" They were going as fast as they could, Ron's ankle slowing them down. He tried to speed up their movements. They found a path through the trees surrounding Malfoy Manor. Harry thought he heard the muffled sound of people shouting before a red flash flew past them.

Harry looked back, three Death Eaters were Apparating in and out of the trees, his eyes widened as they shot spell after spell, flashes of red and white surrounded them.

"We have to hurry."

10:59

Harry pulled out the book, calling to his friends to catch up with him. He held the book behind him as in a rally and felt a weight catch on.

"Avada Kedavra!" Green light lit up the forest.

11:00

Harry felt a tug in the center of his stomach as he was pulled away from the hellhole.

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He landed with a 'thump' his back aching from the impact. He quickly sat up and looked where he was. The burrow. He had never been happier to see the Weasley home and turned, smiling with a "we made it" on the tip of his tongue. He was met with the sight of a ghostly pale Hermione. She looked right at him and shakily asked.

"Where's Ron?"

There you go. Two requests: I hope you enjoyed it and please don't hate me.