Author's Note: its been a long long time since I wrote but I am hoping people will still review so yeah. About the last chapter, I accidentally put rb, well that should be RAB and yeah. Anyways, on with the story.
Harry found himself being turned around to face Severus Snape. "Don't move," he said coldly. "I am not afraid to kill you, Potter, so one slip of the tongue and you will be dead before you can say Dumbledore."
Harry clenched his fists together and forced himself to keep quiet. He knew he had to survive this. He was the only hope for the future, and without him, the Order would be lost.
"Good. You have controlled your anger," he said smirking. Then, without warning, "Stupefy!" Harry's limp body hit the ground.
Harry opened his eyes. He found himself in a small, dark room that smelled old and moldy. He was lying on a cot. The only other items in the room were a toilet and a tray of food, lying on the cold stone floor.
Harry made himself sit up. There was a door with bars on the other side of the room. He slowly walked over there, as his head hurt from falling. He looked out from the bars, but all he could see was an empty hallway.
The last thing he remembered was seeing Severus Snape and feeling the hatred flow through his body. He wanted him dead so bad it made his chest ache.
Harry made his way back over to the bed and fell asleep again.
The next time Harry woke up, he could see Draco Malfoy standing on the other side of the bars. Harry made his way over there.
"Hello, Potter, have a good sleep? I hope not. I did warn you though, not to get on my bad side. Now you will have to face the consequences." Draco said all of this with the most annoying smirk on his face. It made Harry want to punch him.
"Draco, I am not stupid. I know that I wouldn't be here just because I angered you. The Dark Lord must have something that he wants with you or you wouldn't waste your time. Let me guess, am I in the basement of your rather large mansion?"
"Very good, Potter. You are here for the Dark Lord, but as to the second part, we are definitely not in my mansion right now. But I think that's all you need to know for now." With that he stalked down the hall. Harry watched him, until he turned the corner. Then Harry went to check on the food. There was some chunky looking soup in a bowl and a piece of stale bread along with a cup of water.
It looked revolting, but Harry's stomach growled, so he dug in. It wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. Maybe it was because he had been so hungry. He was finished with the food in less than a minute.
Back at the Weasley's, Ginny sat in front of the fire, staring at the dancing flames. The week, Remus Lupin had stumbled into their house and informed Harry that Dumbledore was dead for real. Harry had left, without telling anyone exactly where he was going. The next day they received another black bird, this time with Harry's name, instead of Fred and George's. There had still been no news on the twins, and the Weasley family didn't have much hope left in them.
Ginny looked up as Remus Lupin walked into their house, now without knocking. She looked up at him and he simply shook his head.
Mrs. Weasley got up from the kitchen table, where she had been sitting and started the teakettle. The house was dead quiet.
Up in Ron's room, Hermione and Ron sat on his bed, staring into space. They were taking the loss of Harry very badly as he was their best friend, and he did have a tendency to get himself into deep trouble, and the fact was without Dumbledore no one quite knew what to do about it. There hadn't even been any word on whether he was alive or not. Ron was also grieving for his brothers, Fred and George.
Back downstairs, Mrs. Weasley handed Remus his tea and sat back down. "Is there any news, Remus?"
"Well, today at the ministry they received a search warrant to search the Malfoy's house, which it appears they have long since abandoned. They found nothing, no hints on where they went or anything. Well, this afternoon a few members of the Order searched the house in case and also found nothing."
Mr. Weasley came in and sat down next to his wife and put his arm around her.
"It seems the news keeps getting worse and worse. Right now we need some good news," said Arthur, gravely.
Remus looked at the table. "This is a war, Arthur, I'm afraid we can't expect anything to get better for a long time now. We must keep hoping though and never give in."
Harry was getting very frustrating. As the room didn't have a window or a clock in it, he had no way to tell time and had no idea how long he had been in here. He hoped it wasn't too long, because he didn't want anyone to worry about him.
Time passed very slowly for him, because there was nothing to do, and he was always anticipating the Dark Lord just appearing in the room and killing him before he had a chance to do anything. He was left alone with his thoughts. Apart from the first visit, he had not seen Draco or anyone else.
The food came into the room from a house elf. He assumed they had gotten a new one since he had previously freed Dobby.
He was lying on his bed thinking when he heard someone coming. He stood up and saw that it was Draco. He said the very words that Harry had been dreading, and longing to hear. "The Dark Lord wants to see you."