A/N: Next chapter of Captured! I'm really glad people like it! :D Sorry this is late, it's actually shorter than my other ones so sorry again but I am a little bit proud on how I made this incident happen I think...

Warnings: He is slightly insane

Disclaimer : I still don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy!


Last couple of sentences so you get the first bit :

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.


No I'm not, bloody hell, every time I wake up I'm only awake long enough to have some foul drink forced down my throat and I'm out again, to make matters worse every time I wake up I'm in more pain then before.

And there are more people, people with bushy brown hair and buck teeth, gangly red headed people that look the same, a sickly looking man in shabby robes, a tall stern looking woman; I have no idea who these people are I want them to leave me alone.

I don't know if these people are trying to help me or test a new torture technic where I have no idea what's happened to my body until I wake, no waking the neighbours with the little brats screaming, it's the new torture technic, knock them out, torture them as you normally would then wake them up and let them feel the pain.

I've kept my eyes closed for the time being, I don't want to be unconscious anymore, I don't want to not know what's happening while I'm out, I don't want people to withhold information from me, I need to know.

I heard voices, whispering quick and quiet words to each other, I strained to hear them, come on, and talk a little bit louder please.

"He doesn't recognize any of us, I can see it in his eyes he's so confused." Sobbed a girls voice softly, I wished I could open my eyes and see who it was but I didn't want that woman pouring more foul drink down my throat.

"He's been tortured out of his mind love; it's amazing he remembered his own name." A male voice comforted, not very well by the sounds of it as the sobbing increased in sound.

"Oh it's so horrible, I saw the scars, and for two years!" The girl wailed, a shushing sound came from somewhere and the sobbing was somewhat muffled.

"Shh, Hermione, it's alright, he'll be alright."

Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, I knew that name; I know I did, who was it, Hermione. School, witch, smart, troll…

"Hermione!" I cried sitting up, scaring the two people in the room, my eyes felt wide and I pointed to the girl with bushy brown hair, "Hermione, you're Hermione, troll, bathroom, cry, Ron!" I was on a roll I stared at the red headed gangly boy.

"You're Ron, friend, car, Quidditch." I blabbered, I knew them, I knew them! I can only think of some things but they were my friends, Troll, we fought a troll, she was in the bathroom and Ron made her cry, Ron was my best mate, he was saving me in a flying car and we played Quidditch together.

A wide smile spread across Hermione's face and she nodded, "Yes, Yes! I'm Hermione, that's Ron!" She cried happily and I grinned, two firsts in a night, talking and smiling I am on a roll.

"I know you, friends, three of us." I continued not making much sense but they seemed to get it they nodded and my smile grew, that was until evil potion lady came in with another potion.

"Drink this Harry, come on." She said smiling gently, I shook my head.

"No, no, want to, awake, no sleep." I muttered but she poured it down my throat anyway and I was out like a light.