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Warning: Nothing worth mentioning really

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The time passed, I was still here, and I was thinking my version of events was coming true, that Draco chickened out. Or forgot about me.

It's been five days since Draco came in and said he would tell Dumbledore, five. Five torture sessions, one hundred and twenty guard changes, ten times bread was being forced down my throat, ten times I had water poured down my throat almost drowning me and still no help.

In came snake face for the daily torture when it all started, I heard a large bang from upstairs and a couple screams, I could hear things smashing, Snake face of course apparated away as soon as possible, I thought it was just the Death Eaters having a disagreement but that thought flew from my mind when snake face ran.

I struggled against my chains, not for the first time, to get out, to run, if these people cause Voldemort to run they were either a great help to me or a great danger, and knowing my luck it would probably be someone that cause me more harm than Voldemort, if that was even possible.

More screams, sounds of expensive things breaking, the pop of apparating, curses being thrown out with anger filled yells, I need to get out, these people sound dangerous.

Someone came flying into the door and it flew open, standing there in all his glory was Professor Dumbledore and by god did that man look scary, no more happy grandpa figure no, where those blue eyes usually held happy twinkles were now alight in rage.

I squeaked in fear, now trying desperately to blend into the wall, I know Dumbledore would help me but he looked ready to kill.

His fury filled eye's snapped to mine and almost instantly softened, he took a step towards me and I pressed myself further into the wall.

"Harry." He whispered softly, kindly, and something I hadn't heard for two years, "Harry, it's me. Dumbledore, your old headmaster?"

I nodded, and stopped pressing myself into the wall, I watched cautiously as he walked slowly towards me, he raised his wand and I flinched, was he going to hurt me, was this all Snake faces plot was Dumbledore even there?

"I'm not going to hurt you; I'm just releasing you from the chains." Dumbledore explained but I was still tense, it could all be fake, it could be snake face under polyjuice potion, hoping to catch me unawares.

Dumbledore muttered something under his breath and tapped the chains around my feet, they fell quickly and all my weight was being held up by my arms I stifled a scream at the pain and Dumbledore hurriedly did the same thing to the chains around my wrists, I dropped the floor and couldn't bring myself to stand, I don't think I could, being in the chains so long had almost completely hindered my ability to walk.

"Come on Harry, we need to get out." He said to me and tried to help me up, I scrambled backwards, it still could be Voldemort, it could still be Voldemort, I might not be safe, and it might not be real.

"I'm here Harry, It's real, and he's not going to hurt you anymore." Dumbledore said crouching down to my level, I nodded blankly and stood shakily holding onto the wall for support.

Dumbledore held out his arm and I eyed it warily, he could still be Voldemort, but I had to try, I had to at least try and hope, so I grabbed his arm and we began our trek out of the room, the horrible room.

The sun was bright, too bright, the air fresh, too fresh, the noise loud, too loud. It was all overwhelming, people with fiery red hair grinning at me, a man with a mane of black hair grinning at me too, they were all smiling at me but I only knew one of them, Sirius with his mane of Black hair.

I looked at Dumbledore, who I've now concluded is officially Dumbledore no matter how terrifying he looked before, with wide eyes, I only know Sirius out of the at least thirty people there.

I can't, I don't, who are these people, why do they know my name, are they friends, why did they terrify Voldemort into running, so many questions, I need to sleep, in a bed, real food, dreams, no guards no Voldemort, no I can't be too hopeful, remember this can all be fake, I could be dreaming, that's right I'm probably dreaming in a minute I'll be woken up by a guard change and I'll be getting tortured by Voldemort, I hope this isn't a dream oh god I hope this isn't a dream please don't be a dream.

I hadn't used my voice for anything other than screaming for the past year and a bit, at the start I was hopeful, that's why I used my wandless magic to get me out of the chains and get the papers from the Death Eaters, but after a few weeks, after they declared me dead I stopped. I stopped talking, I stopped trying, I stopped crying, hoping, caring, all I wanted to happen was to live a little bit longer, if only to prevent Voldemort from taking it out on someone else then so be it.

I'd fixed my gaze intently on the stone floor, I didn't want to see anyone, no, I don't want to be hugged by people who I thought were strangers I didn't listen to Dumbledore explain to them about me, I kept staring at the ground.

"Harry?" I heard a voice ask, I looked up into the eyes of a friendly looking, plump, red haired woman, she had a warm smile on her face that I felt obliged to smile back but I couldn't I don't think I'd smiled since I got here.

"Do you remember me?" She asked, I shook my head and she choked back a sob, my eyes widened and I hoped I looked apologetic, I wanted to shout I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't know who you are, but I didn't even know if I could form words. I could think them I could imagine my mouth moving as words poured out but I wasn't sure if I actually could talk.

"Don't overwhelm the boy, let's get out of here and get him to Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said and told me to hold onto his arm, I did as I was told and we were pulled away from the hell I've been living in for the past two years.

I didn't look back and hoped I could forgot that hell hole for the rest of my life, I was finally free, this can't be a dream, it can't be, these people are real, their my friends, and I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm finally safe.

I'm safe.