Chapter Eleven

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Harry didn't know how much time had passed. He had remained on the mattress and succumbed to his exhaustion. He woke stiff and sore, dried blood stuck to his face and shirt. Harry struggled to a sitting position, lifted his shirt and gingerly tested his ribs. They were swollen in parts and incredibly tender so he assumed a couple of them had cracked, possibly broken. His muscles refused to move for him and Harry spent an hour or so rubbing out the corks and knots in his legs and arms.

Harry groaned and looked around afterwards, his eyes not taking long to adjust although it was still difficult to make a distinct impression without his glasses. There was a small dog flap made into the door that emitted a slither of light from the outside. They had dropped by a tray filled with some sort of slump that was meant to pass as food. Harry's stomach growled but he didn't touch it. He wanted nothing they gave him, even if that meant starving to death. At least he wouldn't have to hang around to deal with their torture.

Hours passed and Harry lied on the ground instead of the mattress. Even when he took off of his coat and shirt, leaving his singlet and jeans on, he was sweating in the stifled room. When the first lot of Death Eaters came in, Harry tried to fight back but being weak from lack of food and exhaustion, he couldn't fight for long. They didn't stay long, considering it was hardly fun when their prey wouldn't fight and run. Harry was left more shattered and bruised, not to mention bleeding from more cuts on his face. They took his coat and shirt as they left, which Harry thought was a low blow. The more he thought about it, he came to realise they hoped to find clues on the whereabouts of the Order.

Harry crawled over to the water bucket, spitting out blood and what felt like a tooth. He dunked his head into the bucket a few times before crawling back to the mattress. The water was lukewarm and tasted stale but it helped cleared his head. By now Harry was sure Ron and Hermione would have reached the house, hopefully finding their tracks in the bush land Harry tried to leave behind. Harry had to assume that once they reached the hiding spot of the truck the Death Eaters covered their tracks, so it would take a few days to find the trail. It would take them another few days until they found the mansion and then a day at the most organising an assault to get Harry and Ginny out. Harry was looking at least a week until they were rescued; if he lasted that long.

'So this is what the famous Potter does when placed in a tough situation, give up?' said a greasy voice from behind the wall.

Harry tilted his head towards the voice, already disliking the owner. His eyes could just make out a small grate at the bottom of the wall beside the mattress. Harry was surprised such a thing was there, until of course he thought about poisoning the captive with gas and then he didn't feel so good. Harry reached out and felt the metal of the grate, rust peeling away with his fingertips.

'It's called waiting,' Harry replied to the voice, not caring that he sounded rude. Harry could picture the man having greasy hair to match the sound of his voice, his eyes dark and cold.

'And tell me, how long do you think they will keep their hands off of the girl once you starve yourself to death?' he asked nastily.

Harry sat up sharply, hissing from the pain in his ribs. 'Ginny,' he breathed.

'Yes. Quite the voice she has on her. According to my sources, she has been driving her guards to near insanity. Never ending questions and yelling for you. Not that I see why she would want you.'

'Is she okay? Where is she?' Harry asked quickly, ignoring his jibe. Harry held his ribs as he scooted closer to the grate.

'It astounds me that they consider you a threat. Have I not just expressed that they will not touch her until they are done with you?'

Harry swallowed, guilt seeping in. He had wanted to end his life quickly, not at all thinking about Ginny and how she was being treated in his hours of despair. He had forgotten about his promise of protecting her. His guilt doubled as he pictured her bruised and sitting alone in a dank and dark cell, yelling for him. This guy wanted Harry to keep fighting to protect Ginny for some reason and even though Harry was confused about the Death Eater's selflessness, he couldn't help but agree. His final act of defiance would be to stay alive so that Ron and Hermione could get Ginny out and end Riddle's tyranny.

'What are you doing here then?' Harry asked harshly. 'Trying to rub it in my face that I have no other choice but to get tortured to death for her?'

'Oh I wish, but no.'

Harry heard the grate being slip opened. A small cup was pushed through and fell on the mattress. Harry thought it looked like a plastic beaker with a lid. He picked it up carefully, feeling the liquid inside of it swish with the movement.

'I made a vow to someone that I would watch over those of the Order being brought in here but more specifically, you,' the voice said sourly as Harry examined the beaker. 'Against my will and better judgement I prepared that for you. It'll heal your bruises and cuts quickly but without causing suspicion.'

'Why would I trust you?' Harry asked suspiciously. 'This could all be a ruse and you are in fact trying to poison me.'

'I would want nothing more than to poison you,' he said matter-of-factly. 'However, Riddle wants to dispose of you personally so you can be assured I will not kill you. If you want to survive what the Death Eaters have in store you, I suggest you drink it.'

Harry glared at the grate, knowing he had no choice. He gripped the beaker tightly and opened the lid, trying to find any discerning smells. When no scent leapt out at him, his suspicion increased. How could he trust a man who, by the sound of his voice, clearly despised him? Although he did say he vowed to help him, Harry had trouble believing someone would focus that much on him. Harry kept asking over and over again, who would think of him that highly?

'Who wanted me to be safe?' Harry asked aloud. 'Who did you make that vow to?'

'That does not concern you,' he said sharply. 'Drink the tonic, Potter.'

Harry, ignoring his instincts, pressed the rim to his lips and sucked in a mouthful. He regretted it once the liquid hit the back of his throat. It tasted awful and burned Harry's throat which made him suspect it was, in fact, poison. He spat out the stuff that didn't already hollow out his throat, gasping and spluttering, his eyes streaming.

'It's not like I have a stock I can just get this from you know,' he said angrily. 'You need to drink all of it.'

'It's awful,' Harry gagged out, the taste lingering in his mouth.

'Oh, poor, posh Potter wants a tasteful tonic,' he mocked, clearly enjoying causing Harry pain. 'You sound positively pampered.'

'I'm not pampered,' Harry snapped.

Harry drank the rest of the tonic in a few gulps, gagging after each one. He shoved the beaker back through the grate, huffing and turning away. There was a shift in movement from behind it and Harry knew that the man had gone. Although Harry disliked the man, he had to admit it was nice to have someone to talk to after the hours of silence and solitude. The only troubling thing was now Ginny was first and foremost on his mind. He desperately wanted to see her to make sure she was indeed unharmed.

Harry went to get up and gasped. The potion ran through his veins like wild fire. Harry's stomach lurched uneasily and he thought he would be sick. His vision blurred and his head swam even when he was lying flat on his back. Sweat ran from his body and every time he breathed his chest felt like it was about to cave in. A sharp ringing pierced Harry's ears and he groaned, covering his ears. He could feel his heartbeat thundering in his brain and he brought his hands to his head, waiting for it to explode. Harry tried to distract himself from the pain by thinking of Ginny but it became too much.

Harry remembered dimly in his fits of delirium moaning for Ginny. After his stomach had settled down and the fire in his veins diminished, Harry managed to crawl back over and dunk his head into the water container to ease his headache. He sat up, letting the excess water run down his face and body. He frowned in his sitting position; he wasn't moving so freely earlier on. Harry pushed against his ribs. They did still hurt but definitely not as much when he was brought in. Maybe that man was reluctantly going to help him.

Harry managed to sleep after he choked down the watered down soup they shoved through his door when he was flitting in and out of consciousness. His sleep was marred by dreams of Ginny always being just out of reach as he tried to rescue her. In the end he woke up, vowing never to sleep again. Harry stood and stretched out his healing muscles, surprised at how effective the tonic was. Not being in pain cleared his head and he was able to plan out his next move.

Whatever they did to him, he had to remain strong, both physically and mentally. He brushed sweat from his brow as he braced his body weight on his toes and elbows, holding a push up position. If he could get his body back into some form of strength and resilience, he may just intimidate the Death Eaters. Harry guessed it would have been nearly two days since they were captured and if he was right about Ron and Hermione, he had five more days left to endure.

When they did come for Harry, he couldn't show weakness. He remembered watching Sirius when he faced Death Eaters. He was always boyish and boisterous, taunting the Death Eaters with wit and sarcasm. He was never serious in their presence and that seemed to drive them crazy. Harry pictured him laughing at their attempts to shoot him and when Harry tripped or stuffed something up. Harry was in for the worst pain of his life, so what was the point in complying quietly with their demands? He would be blackmailed, threatened and tortured; a little cheek would make him seem indifferent to their threats. He was Sirius' Godson, wasn't he? He should start acting like that.

Hours passed as Harry struggled through a small cardio routine he devised only realising afterwards that his water supply was getting really low. He decided to stop and do less rigorous exercise. Harry didn't find the solitude too endearing; it was just the lack of information, light and Death Eaters that frustrated Harry. He was lying on the bed, panting after doing a set of sit-ups when four Death Eaters finally entered the room, each tall and full of muscle. Harry closed his eyes and he pretended to be bored as they circled him.

'Time to go, Potter,' one of them growled. He rattled the chains that Harry would be forced into.

Harry opened one eye blearily, their masses blurring together into one dark blob. Harry sighed dramatically, getting to his feet. He remembered at the last minute that he was supposed to be injured. He gasped, his hands going towards his ribs but then rigidly going to his side. He heard one of them snicker and he smiled when they couldn't see his face.

'Please would have worked,' Harry said balefully.

He shoved his hands out together in front of him, watching as they clasped the irons around his wrists. Harry was ushered out of his cell and down the hallway; one Death Eater in front, one on each side and the last one bringing up the rear. A breath of air rushed over and collected Harry once his door opened. Although it was not one of the freshest gusts of air that greeted him, he was grateful for it nonetheless.

'You think you could turn down the lights?' Harry asked. He brought his hands up to shield his eyes. 'I've been in darkness for … how long have I been in there?'

'Shut up and walk,' the one behind him said, pushing him forward.

'Touchy,' Harry shot a look at him though he followed the Death Eater. 'Wouldn't want you to waste precious energy carrying me there, now would we?'

'I thought you couldn't see without your glasses?' the Death Eater on his left asked.

'It's true, you are all extremely blurry but it doesn't mean I can't see colour or some shape.'

'Wish it was the same for your mouth,' the right sided Death Eater muttered.

Harry laughed as they walked back the way Harry and Ginny had been brought in, the light getting brighter with each metre. The Death Eater directed them down the hallway where Ginny was taken. Harry was more alert now, his head perking up, his eyes roaming the doors that they passed. He had hoped Ginny would be yelling like the man said she did, so he could get some idea of where she was but he knew deep down he wouldn't have been lead this close to her if they hadn't found a way to keep her quiet.

His guards didn't pay much attention to him or even seemed to register Harry's quiet attentiveness. This was a relief to Harry, considering his façade was supposed to say otherwise. They took another corner which looked almost like a normal hallway in an office building. Bright lights made the white walls even paler and being stuck in near darkness for a few days, this made Harry's eyes sting and water.

'Oh man, seriously!' Harry cried, flinching at the brightness. He turned to the right Death Eater. 'Can I borrow a pair of sunglasses?'

'Can you shut up?' he replied. 'If I knew you would be this chatty, I would not have agreed to chaperone you.'

'Solitary confinement does that to people,' Harry remarked as they stopped in front of door at the end of the hallway. In fact, it was the only door in the hallway. The door was made of solid steel and even the sight of it made Harry feel cold. The Death Eater knocked twice against the door as Harry shivered but continued to talk. 'Which reminds me, which one of you fine gentlemen will escort me to the exit? I have an appointment I cannot –.'

In reply, the leader turned around and punched Harry in the stomach. Harry doubled over, coughing as the door opened. 'Miss,' Harry finished breathlessly, gazing at the door opener.

It was Yaxley. He was looking at the scene before him curiously, his eyes glinting as Harry straightened, ignoring the pain. Yaxley was dressed all in black, his cloak swishing at his ankles. Harry wanted to lunge at him, wrap his shackles around his neck and squeeze the life out of his shrewd face. With extreme self-control and effort, Harry restrained his urge.

'Is there a problem?' Yaxley asked.

'Yes, actually,' Harry said. 'I was just wondering … Are you really comfortable in your trousers, long shirt and coat? I was nearly dying of heat stroke in my little room.'

'He's been like since we picked him up,' the left sided Death Eater grumbled.

'I see,' Yaxley said. He took a step closer to Harry so that they were inches apart, scrutinising his face.

'I think he's starting to lose it,' the rear Death Eater observed.

'Maybe,' Yaxley murmured, not taking his eyes off of Harry. 'Like Godfather, like Godson, Potter?' Harry clenched his jaw, trying to look puzzled. 'It's good to see you have some colour in your face, anyway. Purple, green, yellow, even a bit of red there too. It's doing wonders for your eyes.'

Harry pretended to look surprised. 'Truly? Man, maybe I should look in the mirror or even get my glasses back.'

'I daresay it intrigues me that you have so much colour range in only a few days,' Yaxley continued in a casual tone. Harry kept his face blissfully ignorant. 'No matter I suppose. We can always fix that later.'

'No doubt you will be the main perpetrator in that operation,' Harry said.

Yaxley snorted then gestured to the guards to bring Harry into the room. Harry trudged forward, his heartbeat quickening. There was a dim part of him hoping they were leading him to Ginny and he was slightly disappointed when he couldn't spot the familiar red blur that was her. Once he got his bearings of the room, however, he was glad she was nowhere near it. The room was bare and huge, probably two rooms joined together. It was dark in the room, which immediately cast an eerie and ominous feel to it. The air was cool in here and Harry shivered despite wanted to look unaffected.

They walked forward to the only source of light and as they got closer, Harry noticed a small table and two chairs underneath it. Interrogation time, Harry thought dismally. He could feel the presence of more people in the room. He eyed the shadows but without his glasses he couldn't see anything. A shift in position, a slight cough here and there, a rustle in fabric, a clearing of a throat; Harry could hear them all and they were all around the walls. Of course they would all want to watch the moment Harry Potter spilled all of his secrets.

Harry was placed unceremoniously on the chair set out for him, a simple but heavy polished wooden one. Harry grunted. His elbow stinging where it hit the back of the chair. He glared at the Death Eaters in response. They ignored him, releasing his hands from the chains and instead attaching him to small groves in the table. His palms through to his elbows were flat against the surface of the metal table.

Harry kept silent as he examined the table. He could feel tiny grooves under his fingertips and he struggled to place where he had felt that before. The metal under his arms was surprisingly warm and Harry began to suspect that it may not be just metal. A strap was wrapped around the middle of Harry's hands, just in the groove of his thumbs. This was what was holding Harry to the table but the material was odd. If he strained his ears, he could hear a light buzzing.

'Someone give him a pair of glasses,' a familiar drawl called out. 'I want him to see this.'

Harry glanced up as someone roughly shoved a pair of circular glasses onto his nose.

'Careful,' Harry muttered. 'You almost broke my nose.'

Harry blinked a couple of times, and his eyes fell on the Death Eater on the opposite side of the table. His pale hands rested on the top of the chair, his head in the darkness. He leaned forward, smiling crudely. His pale blonde hair was still slicked back, his cold grey eyes glinting with triumph. Harry bit back his gasp of surprise, glaring at the arrival of Draco Malfoy.

'Delighted to see me Potter?' Draco grinned menacingly.

'More surprised but trust me, there is nothing delightful about this reunion,' Harry said coldly.

'You didn't really think that you could survive that bomb and I couldn't, did you?' Draco took his seat across from Harry.

Harry tilted his head slightly, examining Malfoy. 'Oh I had hoped I would get rid of you but it seems I only managed a chunk.'

Malfoy's hand went to the side of his face self-consciously and Harry smirked. There was a long and ugly scar starting beside his left eye and running down his face and down under his chin. It stood out even more against his pale skin. Malfoy dropped his head and sent a look of pure loathing towards Harry. With effort, he rearranged his face to a more stoic look. His eyes went to someone behind Harry and he nodded. Something clicked and the buzzing got louder. The table beneath Harry's fingertips hummed.

'Do you know what you're leaning on, Potter?' Malfoy snarled. 'I have waited for my revenge the moment I woke in the hospital, half of my face ripped to shreds. This table is an electric conduit. The straps on your hands have fine senses woven into the material and they can pick up when a person is lying.' Harry clenched his jaw. Malfoy was starting to get a glint back in his eyes. 'Can you guess what will happen to you if you lie?'

His hands had begun to shake. He continued to stare at Malfoy, his expression hardening. Electric shock lie detector wasn't what Harry was expecting but it was no less along the lines of pain. The Death Eaters around him grew agitated with excitement. The temperature dropped a few degrees and Harry felt goose bumps rise on his skin. A breeze tickled Harry's neck and he had to ignore it to think straight. If he didn't say anything, he wouldn't lie and then he wouldn't get shocked.

As soon as he thought this, there was a loud beep that issued from the small raised area from between the groves Harry's arms were rested in. Harry had barely time to wonder what that meant when white hot fire sparked through Harry's arms from the straps on his hands, sending a ripple of the current up his muscles and veins. His whole body shuddered, his teeth chattering together and eyes rolling into the back of his skull. It took only a second to travel through his body and then it was over again. Harry had received little shocks every now and then but this pure electricity they were going to pump into his system was like nothing Harry had ever experienced before.

'Oh did I forget to mention that if you don't answer after ten seconds, you'll get shocked as well,' Malfoy said, clearly enjoying his role. 'Every lie or silence intensifies the shock too so you might want to answer every question or be prepared for worse pain.'

Harry had begun to sweat. He could feel it forming on his temples and upper lip. The time for acting was over. They had concocted a pretty clever invention and they all believed they had backed Harry into a wall. Harry couldn't believe that. There was always a loophole, a flaw. No plan was perfect. Harry didn't have time to think as Malfoy began his interrogation. Through clenched teeth Harry told them how long he had been in the Order, what plans he had constructed, if certain people were members. It didn't matter if Harry didn't answer; if he got shocked from being silent they knew they were right.

Malfoy then interrogated Harry about the bases. Where they were, which ones had been destroyed or still active? That moved to Harry's house that Ginny was using. When was that bought? Did he have any other houses under different aliases? Did he inherit things from Sirius? Was he hiding things there? The shocks became a lot more frequent when the subject changed to Ginny and her impact on him. No matter how many shocks he received, he did not answer a single question regarding her. Near unconsciousness, they changed the subject back to the Order.

After an hour Harry had been shocked several more times. Each time it took longer for Harry to recover. If his teeth weren't clamped shut during the shock he would have been screaming. His body was covered in sweat and he was slumped against the chair, his hands red raw and still rigidly stuck in their groves. His eyes were closed shut in defeat but when he saw his reflection in the surface of the table he was ghostly pale. He could smell his flesh burning and he retched twice when the smell reached his nostrils. He wasn't bleeding and he wasn't getting bruised, but the pain caused by the electrocution was worse in the terms he could feel it permanently affecting his body. As it was, he was shaking now uncontrollably and his eyes and fingers occasionally twitched.

'You do realise,' Malfoy said quietly after the last shock, 'that if you pass out we will bring the girl in to take over. The girl you had nothing to talk about.'

Harry's head was drooped but at the mention of Ginny, he raised it enough to glare at Malfoy. It had gone on for long enough. He had to work out how to best the device. One of Malfoy's previous questions about Ron and Hermione floated into Harry's conscious and he grabbed it before it ebbed away once more. They had asked if they were working with people in the government. Harry had answered no but it was not entirely true. Kingsley Shacklebolt was in the Order and he was currently spying on the government officials and working to persuade others to see the dangers of the Death Eaters. There was also Mr Weasley that worked in the government and helped out when he could without causing suspicion.

Harry frowned, lost in thought. An outright lie was immediately picked up by the sensors but it seemed to be having trouble finding a lie in half-truths. Harry thought about the body's reaction when they lie: the increase of heartbeat, the increase of sweat, the odd facial tick or twitch in the hand. Harry almost laughed aloud for he already had all of those symptoms now from the electrocution. If the senses were picking up on those changes to Harry's body, they won't be able to find any. He could be effectively invisible to them. In order to prove his theory, he would have to risk getting another shock.

'You aren't bringing Ginny into this,' Harry said. He tried to say it with force but he was weak from the shocks.

'Oooh,' Malfoy taunted and a few of the other Death Eaters laughed. 'You don't sound so scary now do you?'

'I don't need to sound scary to frighten you, Malfoy,' Harry murmured and Malfoy laughed again. 'Ginny knows nothing of my plans, let her go.'

Harry waited for the beep to indicate he was lying but it never came. Harry wanted to sigh in relief. He had finally found the flaw he was searching for. There might be hope for the Order, Ginny's safety and Harry's sanity.

Malfoy interrupted Harry's silent celebration. 'Enough of this! The girl remains in our custody so you remember to play nice. Now we get down to the most important questions,' Malfoy said and Harry could hear a quiver of excitement in his voice.

Harry thought about deliberately lying and sending them on the wrong path entirely but he discarded it. He was lucky that his palms were sweaty but what happens when his body began to calm down once more and the senses could detect the lies. No, he had to play this smart and he also had to get the senses off of his hands or at least loosen them. He shifted his thumb on his right hand, testing the adhesive. It felt like gel but it came away onto Harry's thumb quite easily. Harry stared at Malfoy, making sure he wouldn't notice anything.

'Where is the rest of the Order hiding?' Malfoy asked sharply.

'I don't know,' Harry replied honestly, his thumb working slowly to undo the strap.

Malfoy's smile was frozen in anticipation for Harry to be electrocuted. Seconds passed and Malfoy seemed to only just begun to realise Harry was indeed telling the truth. His smile faltered, his look turning to confusion. Harry had half of the strap on his right hand loose and he started working on his left hand. It was Malfoy's perplexed that gave Harry an idea. He smiled weakly at Malfoy, sitting up a little straighter in the chair.

'Where is the Order?' Malfoy demanded.

'Somewhere close by. I think,' Harry added. 'I'm not really sure where we are.'

Again, Malfoy waited for the beep and again it did not come. The Death Eaters around the walls began to murmur to each other. Malfoy shifted in his seat uneasily. He glanced behind Harry to where a Death Eater was controlling the current.

'Oh your table is working quite fine,' Harry told him. 'Can't you hear the current?'

Malfoy flicked his hand and a shock travelled through Harry again. He shuddered and convulsed, his fingers clenching. Afterward Harry slumped in his chair, heart beating irregularly. So they had a manual button for it, Harry thought dimly. That was to be expected. The shaking in his hands increased. His legs felt weak and hollow. There was something about the shock that was different. He knew he copped the brunt of it but he could also tell there was a current that went past Harry and into the table himself. He hooked his thumbs back under the straps and worked quicker.

'No cheek now, Potter,' Malfoy sneered. His taunts had lost their happy edge. 'Ron and Hermione. Will they be coming for you?'

'They will try,' Harry said. He only had a little bit of the straps to get off before he was free.

'And they would bring reinforcements?'

'Everyone still in the Order will probably be trying to find me,' Harry said.

'How many are still in the Order?'

'Last head count, thirty odd.'

'How long ago?'

'Four months ago.'

'And now?'

'No idea.'

'Where is their main base?'

'I don't know.'

Harry noticed that Malfoy kept trying to put his main question in with other smaller ones to see whether Harry really did know where they were. Each time he did and Harry answered truthfully, Malfoy's face grew angrier and his temperament more agitated. Harry had undone the straps on his hands with much difficulty and was just waiting until Malfoy was pushed right over the edge.

'How will they attack if they come?'

'Stealth.'

'How?'

'They will find every hidden entrance or shadowy crevice and infiltrate that way. They will be on you before you even realised they were in your yard.'

They would actually only send scouts through the hidden entrances but that would be only after they created a distraction by barrelling through the front gates. Smoke bombs and other powdery fogs created by the twin's would conceal their entrance into the mansion.

'Where is the Order hiding?'

'I. Don't. Know.' Harry emphasised each word slowly and carefully.

'Come on!' Malfoy yelled in frustration. He rose to his feet, kicking his chair away. His face looked deranged. 'Tell the truth!'

'I am,' Harry said calmly, straightening in his seat. 'If I didn't I would have been fried by now. Actually by the looks of things, I already am.' Harry glanced at his raw arms.

'You're obviously lying,' Malfoy cried desperately, slamming his hands on the table in front of Harry. Just a little extra push, Harry thought. 'How can you not know where they are?'

'An agreement,' Harry said. 'In case something like this ever happened. They could be in several places I have already told you about and even then I doubt they stayed there. They would have gone to a place I did not even know about, just as I hid at a house I purchased in secret. Face it Malfoy,' Harry struggled but leaned in closer. 'I am smarter than you will ever be.'

Malfoy swung and punched Harry in the jaw. Harry's head snapped to the side but he expected this. Malfoy leaned over the table, his hands resting right beside Harry's. Harry broke free from the straps and wrapped them against Malfoy's wrists. The other Death Eater's closed in while Malfoy yelled that Harry be shocked, not realising Harry was free. Malfoy contorted and screamed as the volts ran through his body instead. Harry, in a state of madness, laughed. He laughed loudly as the Death Eaters grabbed him and pulled him out of the room. Harry glimpsed Malfoy slumped against the table once the electricity was turned off before he was out in the hallway. As the door slammed shut behind them, he was still laughing at his small victory.