This is just a short one, sorry, guys, made up of annoyingly short scenes, but sometimes that's what's needed.

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Chapter 4

Harry landed with a thump, his breath coming in short bursts; he abhorred travel by portkey and this really was not helping the matter. As he forced his breathing to return to normal he began to take stock of his surroundings, as he knew he should do. He was in a small cell, tiny really, that had bars along one wall. There was no window and no other features. The whole setup was rather cliché, he thought, but then he knew that the Malfoy's lived in an old house and so that maybe this is what was to be expected; after all, the man loved the traditional.

Pulling his wand out he whispered a Lumos to light the dark cell. Nothing happened, not even a flicker. He tried a string of other spells; they all had a similar effect, no effect.

He shivered; it was cold in the cell, in the bowels of the manor, no doubt. He recognised the damp chill from when he was there before, even if it was in a different 'room'. Huddling in the corner to retain as much heat as he could, Harry pushed those thoughts from his mind, refusing to think about what had happened when he was here before. He wrapped his arms around his head, hoping to obliterate the screams of Hermione, but knowing that this was impossible, they only existed in his memory.

He was aware of footsteps in what must have been a corridor beyond the cell. There was no light, however, and so he couldn't see if he was right in his assumptions. The cultured voice of Lucius Malfoy drawled out the Lumos that Harry had been unable to cast. He's mocking me, Harry thought, but stayed sat dejectedly in the corner.

"Little Harry Potter." His captor said in a mockery of affection and pride, "All grown up."

Harry said nothing, just stared at the grey stone walls of his cell, ignoring Lucius altogether. The temperature seemed to drop as the man scowled. "Crucio." He hissed. Harry's body jerked away from the wall as he writhed on the floor.

"Bringing out the big boy guns are you?" Harry remarked once he had regained his breath. He doubted that the man even knew what a gun was, but he could certainly tell when he was being insulted, and his countenance suggested that he was certainly aware of that at the moment. This time, however, he didn't rise to the bait.

"Why've you brought me here?" Harry asked instead.

"I didn't. You took the portkey."

"Well it's obvious that you were after me."

"My, my, such high opinions of himself our young hero has."

"What do you want, Lucius." He sneered, in his best imitation of Professor Snape.

"I'm going to be the next Dark Lord," he said, his eyes sparkling menacingly "And I'm going to start by making a point of you."

Harry snorted. "Didn't learn after the fall of the last fool, your Master?"

"Once I'm rid of you I won't have that problem."

"Go on then." He said, "Do me in."

At this Lucius did smile. "Oh no; I like to play with my food before eating it." He said.

"Crucio!"

Yvonne shrieked when Harry disappeared.

"What did you do?" She demanded. But the intimidating man didn't say anything before he too, disappeared with a pop.

"Mum!" She shouted running back into the house. "Mum!"

No sooner was she off the street then a man in auror robes swept around the corner. He took in every inch of the street but, seeing nothing suspicious, no Death Eaters, nothing that shouldn't have been there, he turned on his heel and was gone.

"I didn't find anybody in Dorking." Williamson said as he entered the main office at Headquarters.

Robards rubbed a hand over his tired face. "Once the effects of the Imperius have worn of the muggle then we can interview him about if he can remember anything; if not then we can ask around, talk to the locals. We'll give him until tomorrow."

Williamson nodded and returned to the paperwork he had been doing before the call announcing the use of an Unforgivable had come through.

Harry hurt. Harry hurt everywhere. He hadn't experienced such agony since before the defeat of Voldemort. Lucius had left him for now, but he knew that he would come back eventually. He did not know what time it was, or for how long he had been in the cell for, as there was no way of telling time and there was something about being tortured that made time move significantly slower. It hurt to move; it hurt to breathe. His vision was blurry where his glasses had smashed, leaving bits of glass embedded in his face, and there was black creeping in the edge of his vision.

With a shudder Harry passed out

"Are you sure?" Dudley asked again, his hands firm on Yvonne's quivering shoulders.

"Yes," she said exasperatedly. "He just disappeared."

"Well, there's a lot we don't know about magic. It was probably just some kind of transport. We'll phone him and make sure that he's ok."

"Yes but the man was trying to give it to me. And Harry really didn't seem to be happy that he was there."

"I'm sure that he is fine. Harry wouldn't have touched the paper if he knew it was dangerous." It was her dad this time, his comforting voice washing over her, like it had when she was still a child.

"But what if he didn't know!" She exclaimed, frustrated that nobody seemed to understand. They hadn't seen the look on the man's face before he had disappeared. It was not one that she wanted to see again.

"As Dudley said, we'll phone him and make sure that he's ok."

Although she didn't seem convinced, Yvonne let the matter drop.

Lucius Malfoy had paid Harry another visit. The bones along the left side of his body where broken and there was blood caked on his face from a cut to his head. Lucius had cast a curse before he had left; he'd rolled out of the way, but felt the wash off dark magic over his crushed leg nonetheless. There was an emptiness to his stomach that came from being hungry, but that he could ignore; he'd grown up being hungry after all.

He just hoped that he could work his way out of this one soon.

I hope that you enjoyed it.

Koosh