Hello Everyone!

I'm glad you liked the last chapter, I got some great feedback. Just to clarify things… Muttley; Q3Apo: there will be actual love between them. It will be a little bit of Stockholm at first, but that will change, you just have to wait for it. Mistress of Darkness32: if I told you any of that I would ruin the story. All I can say is you will find out, and there will be answers this chapters. And finally FanFiction Lover: you read it twice? That is so sweet. I'm glad you like it. You are one of my biggest supporters, and the Dark will prevail, that much is certain. Anyway this chapter will be a bit of Harry's training and a much needed revelation to the Light that Harry is in fact alive. There is no warning for this chapter.

I don't own Harry Potter!

Enjoy!

~Angelia Reader

Chapter Five: Reeducation

Harry's POV

The slightest change in air pressure woke him. Before the soft swish of air reached his ears, Harry was up in the bed. His fingers curled around the blade under his pillow.

"You're awake," Severus said as he walked into the room. He carried a small bowl of broth, and a bundle of clothes.

Harry let go of the blade and looked blankly at the other man. He felt the first stirrings of anger in the pit of his stomach. He was the reason for his time in hell after all. He crushed it immediately. There was no room for anger; it would only end in pain.

He would do anything if it meant it would end the torment he had gone through.

Severus sat next to him on the bed, and as he had every morning for the past week days, he handed him the bowl. After a year without food, the broth was the best thing he had ever tasted. There was only enough for a mouthful. Food had to be reintroduced slowly, little by little as to not send his system into shock. After he had "eaten" Severus handed him what he would be wearing that day. It was the same uniform as the rest of the Death Eaters: black pants, white button up shirt, black socks, black shoes, and a soft hooded black cloak.

He dressed in front of Severus. He had no modesty left. His hair he braided, before following Severus to his Master's office where he would kneel before Him and wait for their lessons to begin.

Every morning it was the same routine. He had thought to ask why that was, but fear stilled his tongue. He was terrified that he would be sent back down to the basements. The routine had a purpose of that he was sure; if the Dark Lord wanted him to know he would tell him. The light relaxation that served as his sleep and nourishment had cleared his head, and the routine made sure he didn't have to think about anything except his teachings.

"Stand." The command came short and soft.

He stood with only a moment's hesitation.

Don't think about it, just act. Just obey.

He could still feel the slightest spark of rebellion in him, a dull ache that told him that death would be better than serving the Dark Lord. Like his hatred for Severus, he crushed it. There were worse things than death.

"Bring me the portfolio on the third shelf," another short command.

Another moment of torn hesitation.

"Harry," he knew that tone, soft and angry, "Bring it to me."

He swallowed hard, "Yes…My Lord." The words burned as they left his lips. He plucked the leather portfolio from the shelf and handed it to him.

The Dark Lord nodded his thanks, never lifting his eyes from his work. Harry resumed his position on his knees and waited. Hours passed it seemed, and his legs cramped painfully from remaining in one position for so long. His teeth sank into his lip and he shifted his weight slightly, in an attempt to alleviate the pain in his legs. He wanted nothing more than to ask to be dismissed, but he wasn't willing to risk angering him.

"Is there something you'd like to say Mister Potter," Voldemort asked. His gaze never left the papers.

"No Sir," he murmured, stilling immediately.

"Are you sure?" his cold red eyes settled on Harry, making his heart race.

"Yes My Lord."

Tom's POV

He stood and walked slowly around the desk, "Are you lying to me Harry?" He asked. He lifted Harry's chin with one finger, forcing him to look him in the eye.

His muscles tensed, and the softest whine of fear pulled from his throat, "Yes My Lord," he admitted. His breathing spiked and fear flooded his green eyes.

Vodemort smiled slightly. He had been working with the boy for a week now, and he was all but compliant. As long as it had taken to break him, he was learning faster than anyone he had ever seen. He was sure it was the fear he saw in his eyes. It was beautiful really. Voldemort didn't even have to threaten to punish him and Harry bowed. He had only had to punish him twice since his education had begun. "Why?"

When Harry simply shook his head he tightened his fingers tightened. "I'm sorry my Lord," he whimpered, "I wanted to ask if I could be excused."

"I know," he said with a slight smirk, "I was waiting for you to ask." At Harry's confused expression, he laughed, "Tell me what the point of this was?"

"My Lord?" he asked softly.

"You may speak freely Harry. What was the point of this lesson?" he asked again.

"I…wasn't aware there was any lesson going on my Lord," he admitted, "You've hardly said a word to me."

"Exactly. Go on."

"I'm sorry my Lord," he flinched, as if expecting to be hit.

"You need to understand Harry. You are no longer a prisoner here," the shock that crossed his face was priceless. He almost laughed, "You are a member of my order. That is what these lessons are about, to teach you how to act as such. If you desire something, to do something, you needn't be afraid of speaking. Unless the action is outright defiance there will be no repercussions of speaking your mind. Do you understand?" His tone was filled with endless patience. This was a lesson that always needed to happen. After the torture, they needed to understand that they could trust him. It was the most effective way of recruiting an ally: cruelty and then kindness.

"I do my Lord," Harry said slowly. He could see the realization in his eyes. This was often the final thing he had to teach his followers.

"Good," he glanced up as Severus entered, "Perfect, right on time." He motioned for Harry to stand, "Severus will prepare you for tonight."

"Tonight my Lord?" Harry asked. There was trust in his eyes.

"Yes, we have a very important appointment. It's time that you proved yourself Harry."

"Of course my Lord," he was compliant, submissive.

This was the best case he had ever had of someone submitting to him. The Order was going to love this, "Severus we leave in an hour."

Within the hour, he and his inner circle stood in his office. They had been forbidden to say anything about where they were going. He had no idea how Harry would react, and he needed him to go along with this. They were all dressed in their traditional long black robes and mask save for Harry and himself. They were dressed in the same floor length cloak, the only difference was that Harry's hood was pulled up to hide his face and he was naked underneath. The Dark Lord smiled slightly, it was all coming together.

Wordlessly, he gripped Harry's arm, apparating just outside the Order's wards. The others had their orders; they would follow.

Harry's POV

"My Lord," he gasped when his feet touched the ground. He knew this place. He had spent the better part of five years here.

"Shh," the Dark Lord hissed, and he complied.

He will tell me in time. He assured himself.

The other Death Eaters appeared seconds later. With an almost careless wave of his wand, Vodemort created a hole in the wards large enough for them all to step inside.

Harry felt his blood run cold, "You really were just playing with us." He murmured under his breath.

The Dark Lord only smiled. He kept a firm hand on Harry's arm as they made their way silently towards the center of the camp. There were fires burning deeper in the camp, and he could hear the sound of conversation and merriment. They passed no one on the way. Another wave of his wand and the ground trembled, the earth rising up to create a sort of platform.

There was the sound of running footsteps, followed by screams when they saw who had invaded their camp. Spells flew, and the Death Eaters deflected them easily. He pressed his wand to his throat, "Order! Lay down your arms! I have brought you a gift." his voice boomed over the crowd, effectively freezing everyone. Harry could see Ron and Hermione as well as the rest of the counsel standing closest to the stage. "For years you have defied my rule, but tonight that comes to an end. Cease this fighting, and you will be forgiven, continue and you will be slaughtered."

"Like hell," Ron snarled. Harry felt his stomach tighten, the rebellion that he had been suppressing reared its head. If he could get to them, he would be free.

The Dark Lord only laughed, "Perhaps you need proof of my power. Perhaps you need to see the consequences." Harry was shoved in front of him, and the clasp that held the cloak was unhooked.

There was a collective cry of outrage. Harry made to cover himself, but the Dark Lord pinned his hands behind his back.

"Harry!" Ron cried. He could feel the other boy studying him, taking in every scar that was clearly visible, and his withered state.

Others were calling his name, tears streaming down their cheeks.

"This is what will become of you all if you continue to fight," he released Harry, "On your knees Harry Potter," he hissed. When Harry didn't react, he pressed his wand to the base of his neck, "Kneel," he commanded.

Harry resisted. It felt as if something were tearing him apart. He felt the unbearable urge to bow if only it would save him the pain, but there was something hard in him, forcing him to remain standing, "Fight," he bellowed to the crowd, "Never give in. Never back down." For one glorious moment, Harry was who he had been a year ago, a leader, a warrior, just before the pain tore through him.

His knees came unhinged under the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. He screamed louder than he had in his life. He was vaguely aware of the riot that was starting below, but all he could think about as the pain. The moment it was lifted, Harry lay crying at his feet. The pain was enough; he made no move to rise.

"I'm sorry my Lord," he whimpered for all to hear. He inched forward and in full view of the crowd kissed the Dark Lord's feet, "Please forgive me." Tears fell from his eyes. Tears of defeat, of shame.

"Look at what has become of your great warrior. Your Chosen One," there was silence as all watched in horror. "You have two weeks to come and bow at my feet or I will crush you." And then they were gone, back in his office.

The moment they appeared, the Dark Lord's fingers twined in his hair, jerking his head up. His red eyes glowed, "How dare you," he snarled. His face twisted in a mask of fury. "I should kill you for that."

Like before, the defiance rose in him, "Then do it," he hissed. "Do it Tom," he sneered the name, and was rewarded with shock that that crossed the Dark Lord's face. "That's right Tom. I know all about you. The orphaned half-blood of the dirt of the wizarding world and the muggle he fucked." Even through his anger, Harry knew he was in trouble.

He didn't see the blow that connected with his face, knocking him across the room. His back connected with the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. He glared up at Lord Voldemort in time to see him aim a kick into his chest. He gasped, as another blow made contact. There was something different about this. Unlike his torture, this was wild. Within seconds Harry realized that Voldemort had lost control.

There was the snapping of bones as the beating continued. He tried to scream. Blood bubbled from between his lips. The pain was numbing, fading with every blow. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this was a bad thing. His vision was fading. The last thing he saw before darkness covered him was hands grabbing the Dark Lord, pulling him off of him.

Thank you for reading Everyone! I hope you liked this chapter. I feel like it wasn't that good… Anyway, not much to say except review! I'm not sure what the next chapter will be, so we'll just have to see!

~Angelia Reader