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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 8 –Captive

"This is your place!" Said a stern female voice, the owner stayed in the shadows. "Search his bag and his pockets! Don't let him have any weapons!"

Meanwhile, Harry was lying on the cold stone floor of the cellar. He only saw blurry figures. When they found nothing they the figures backed a little.

"You haven't changed much since you left us, boy." The woman continued. "You're the same small, fragile, scrawny… pathetic half-blood." She said with disgust.

At the mention of 'half-blood' everyone snorted, some of them even spat to express their contempt. Harry still didn't understand what was going on around him. He's not a half-blood: his parents were both magicians. True, his mother was Muggle-born so he's not a pureblood, but it had no significance to him. But why do they call him half-blood? And when they caught him they said they will bring him back where he was raised. But he was not raised among Death Eaters! He had lived with the Dursleys what also can be called a prison, but his relatives were not Death Eaters. What…?

"How quiet you are now, kid…" One of the men kneeled in front of him wearing a mask. "You don't even recognize us?" He took off the mask.

Harry saw a man with brown hair and beard. He looked like a noble man from the history books. The single flaw was the scar on his neck.

"Well" He said gently. "Maybe you forgot how to speak while hiding?"

"He doesn't even recognize his own teachers." Another voice murmured sarcastically in the dark.

"What a pretty Muggle boy you became! Jeans, T-shirt!" A witch laughed and the others joined her. With her red wand she stroked Harry's face but it seemed she wasn't looking at the scar on his forehead. And she wasn't surprised that she didn't find it there. Harry began to be suspicious…

"How did you manage to fix yourself?" The witch started the questioning.

"Last time we met in Diagon Ally we beat you quite badly," the man with the scar continued with a wicked smile. But the smile disappeared soon and his face became serious. "Let's hear it! Talk! Who helped you?"

"The Order?" Another asked from behind. "Did you get in touch with the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry paled. They know about the Order? But how…?

"Have you been at their headquarters? Talk!"

"Don't be afraid, kid." A man stepped closer. "You'll talk when we're through with you…" He said with satisfaction. He took off his mask and Harry noticed with horror that it was one of the members who took him from Privet Drive last year. There is a traitor in the Order, or is Dedalus Diggle just a spy?

The man didn't give him more time to think; he pulled out his wand and sent a Cruciatus curse. The boy screamed. His wound was bleeding and now he felt like his whole body would tear apart. The injury stretched, burned, and hurt no matter how hard he pressed it. When the curse was lifted he fell to the ground again but still felt the pain.

"Enough, Dedalus!" The woman in the shadows ordered him. She seemed to be the leader. Then she stepped closer.

'Narcissa Malfoy' An inner voice said.

"The Dark Lord will take care of you! Unfortunately" She smiled. "…we can't be your executioners. Stand guard at the door!" She turned to the Death Eaters. "And give him something to eat once in a while! We don't want to disappoint the Dark Lord. Diggle!" She turned to the man. "What do the Order members know about the kid?"

"They had no knowledge about his existence when I was there. Of course, it's possible…" He continued with disgust. "…that the old fool Dumbledore didn't want everyone to know about him. Only a few people know the most important information… Moody that old fool…" A few of them shivered when they heard that name. "…and Lupin, the mongrel wolf…"

"Werewolf?" Narcissa's eyes gleamed. "Persuade him to follow the Dark Lord!"

"It's impossible." Diggle shook his head. "He was a friend of the Potters, he despises us deeply."

The woman grimaced.

"The Minister knows more and more." Dedalus said.

"I'll take care of Fudge." The woman said.

"The Malfoy family lost its influence when Lucius allowed them to capture him." A figure remarked sardonically.

"How dare you…?" Mrs. Malfoy hissed. "Get out of my sight!" She said to everyone.

Everyone left except the traitor and the woman.

"And Potter?" Narcissa asked quietly.

"It's hard to track him." Diggle admitted. "He often flees from the Order too. We don't know how he does that…"

Narcissa turned away, looked at the boy and left the cellar with the man.

Harry dragged himself to the wall. He could see the moon from there. He pulled his bag closer. He knew there was a little more water he hadn't drank. He pulled the bottle out with a handkerchief; cleaned his face then started wiping the wound. It was a terrible effort to stay awake. The pain was almost unbearable.

His pants, shirt, everything was bloody but he managed to clean the cut. He cursed himself for not having plaster in his bag but realized he couldn't do anything with it. With his free hand he continued rummaging in the bag but every movement caused him pain. He looked inside the hidden pockets too: he keep's his key, papers, and money there and…

He found two vials and took them out slowly. One of them was the potion against the inflammatory Snape gave him when he arrived. His eyes healed quickly so there were a lot more left. He shook it gratefully, pulled the plug and let a couple of drops fall on the wound. He felt a strange tingling. The pain - though slowly - began to decrease.

"Professor Snape! God bless your hands!" He sighed with relief.

He didn't use much and carefully hid the vial so the Death Eaters wouldn't find it. He glanced at the other vial and felt a shudder run down the back of his neck. It was Polyjuce Potion, the one he stole from Snape. He started thinking who would be the best choice?

He hid this vial too and decided to drop the question for now. He relaxed his body, leaned against the wall and wondered.

"Who… am I?"

It was clear that they had confused him with someone else. But it ended with their number one enemy locked up and they didn't even know it. Harry was shocked; the whole thing was so bizarre. He was a prisoner while disguised and if he changes back, he would be killed. He had to get out!

His head almost exploded with the new information: the traitor of the Order, the Death Eaters, and mostly the boy who looks like him right now and is so important to the Death Eaters…

He looked to the right and found an old mirror next to him. He looked at himself and asked suspiciously:

"Who… am I?"

Dumbledore talked to the now seemingly calmer Snape in the lounge. The Potions Master nodded obediently and took on his Death Eater robes. Remus watched him from the corner of the room suspiciously.

Moody came into the room and motioned to leave.

"Okay, Alastor. Severus! Try to find out as much as you can about Harry: where he is, how many Death Eaters guard him and whether we have a chance to rescue him!" the headmaster said.

The Potions professor left.

Harry heard noises. He cursed himself for falling asleep and hissed quietly when his wound started hurting. But he didn't say anything when he heard two whispering voices outside.

"So you caught him again, Diggle?" One of them exclaimed whose voice seemed young. "The brat is back!"

"He won't get away with this." The other said.

"Will you let me practice on him?" The previous one asked.

"Don't forget: the command was that he had to stand before the Dark Lord alive."

"I won't make that much damage. I'll just play a little with him."

"…alright."

He heard both of them come down the stairs. When he saw their faces, Harry realized with shock that one of them was the traitor Diggle and the other was… Draco Malfoy! What…?

"Crucio!" The blond Slytherin boy shouted.

Harry felt unbearable pain again. He struggled for several minutes then Draco lifted the spell. He looked satisfied. The tortured boy's face became stiff.

"Good!" The adult praised him. "But if you aim at his heart and make a move like this, then…"

Harry barely heard the advice's Diggle gave Draco about the torture. He felt pain in his chest and his throat was sore. He gasped for air.

"…leave now! Tomorrow! It's not good if he gets too much at once. If we kill him incidentally before the Dark Lord can interrogate him..." They both laughed sarcastically and went back to the house.

Harry curled up and started crying. His tears fell slowly and lazily ran down his cheek. He felt terribly humiliated and the knowledge that he would have to endure it day after day made him angry. Draco Malfoy, you'll pay for this!

After this he cuddled into the corner every time someone entered the cellar. Even when they brought food or drink. He didn't drink; he was afraid they put Veritaserum into it. His mineral water bottle was almost empty and he was thirsty. His wound and the pain with the exhaustion made him tired. He sweated all the time which made him even thirstier. And it made him cold too. The place was cold so Harry started feeling ill. There were no changes after a day. No one came to help him. It made him disappointed. And what happened to him made him angrier. In the morning Draco came and cursed him again with a Crucio to wake him up. The others made jokes to show how much they 'care' about him. The food he got ended on the floor almost all the time. Harry was fed up with the humiliation and wanted to do something.

Next night Draco and Diggle visited him again. They were cheerful. They stopped on the stairs and watched the prisoner.

"I see you know what happens next." Draco said. When he saw the boy fall back he grinned.

"This was his wand." The traitor said.

"Hmmm, nice one. It's familiar… Why don't we break it?"

"After breaking a wand curses can break free. The last spells the owner used. And I heard that some wand maker's place curses on them to curse the destroyer of the wand. It would be an unnecessary risk for you to take."

Malfoy acknowledged his importance with a satisfied smile.

"Well, let's see."

They went down the stairs. Draco raised his wand and Harry recognized the hand movement too. He felt the pain cut through his body. He screamed like the first time but his anger was even more powerful.

'Damn you, Draco Malfoy!' He shouted to himself. 'I will not beg! I'd rather die than let you play with me!'

He screamed loudly and he saw a red glow around his body. He felt an unfamiliar power flowing in his veins. He looked at his right hand where he could see something taking shape. Draco backed away frightened when the boy stood up mysteriously. He was holding a beautiful silver sword in his hand, the one he haven't seen in the past three and a half years: Godric Gryffindor's sword. He watched the sword with red glowing eyes then looked at his attackers. They started backing away and raised their wands to protect themselves. But Harry broke them with one slash. Diggle pulled the Malfoy boy behind himself but Harry slashed again. It cut the man's upper body, leaving a bloody line. Dedalus cried and fell to the ground. He dropped Harry's wand which the boy picked up immediately.

"Petrificus totalus!" He sent the spell towards Draco.

It took the boy in surprise and he fall like a sack.

For a few minutes Harry just listened. Nobody came so he put his plan in action. He tied the traitor with a spell and levitated the unconscious body. Then he went to Draco and dragged him into a dark corner; undressed him and changed their clothes. He took out the Polyjuice Potion and put some of Draco's hair in it. While he shook the potion he stepped on a chair and looked out the window. He couldn't get out that way. But it was enough to see that he was in a highly secured mansion. He jumped down and drank the potion. He felt nausea then the familiar tingling in his body. He glanced to the mirror and saw 'Draco' looking back.

"I have an hour to find a way out…" He picked up his bag and the sword. With the traitor floating in front of him he went up the stairs. He knocked like the Death Eaters do when they leave. When the door was opened the guards turned with a smile. When they saw his disheveled face they became suspicious.

"Hey! What…?"

But Harry hit one of them with the sword's hilt and cut the other's leg. The man fell and hit his head. They were both unconscious. Harry took one of the man's dragon-skin coats to stay warm and hurried away.

He was indeed in an ancient wizard mansion. The rooms were huge and the walls were covered with dark green trim. And there were crimson red carpets everywhere. The chandeliers were amazing and gave a mysterious dim light to the corridors. Everything seemed clean; he couldn't see a spider web or a boogey anywhere. So this is the headquarters of the Death Eaters?

Harry felt like thousands of eyes were watching him from the shiny armors and painting. The portraits were indeed looking at him but the armors weren't.

"What are you doing here, boy?" One of the portraits asked him.

"Come on, Blobge, can't you see that it's the Master Malfoy?" The other said.

"What happened to that man, Mr. Malfoy?" A witch asked.

Harry didn't know what to say so he just looked at the curious pictures.

"Hey, sir!" The wizard became serious.

The boy started backing away and pushed an armor which made a huge amount of noise. Some of the portraits woke up and asked the boy what he was doing others just laughed at his clumsiness. This made the living people come here too.

Harry closed his eyes in anger and cursed quietly. Then took the traitor and started running through the corridor. A door opened behind him and a wizard in his night gown stepped out the room with a lantern. When he saw Harry he shouted:

"What are you doing up so late? And…"

"Diggle?" An old witch asked when she arrived. She stared at the floating Dedalus.

Harry went to the living room at the end of the hallway.

"Narcissa Malfoy! Your son is mad!" Someone shouted from behind.

Harry entered the empty living room and tried to figure out how to handle the situation. He was running out of time.

Then he heard a crash and an angry roar.

"He's gone!" A man shouted. "After him!"

The boy's heart began hammering wildly. He glanced everywhere to find something to help. Near the fireplace he found a crock.

"Of course! Floo powder!" Harry said.

He levitated Diggle into the fireplace and he entered too. This is when the Death Eaters reached the room and realized with anger what the boy was up to. Harry took some dust and with his other hand grabbed the floating prisoner and shouted:

"Diagon Alley!"

He remembered the angry faces, the green light and the constant whirling.

He caused a small panic when he fell out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. He shook from nausea, stood on all fours and slowly got up. He feared that he lost his companion, but Diggle was obediently sitting in the fireplace leaning against the wall with his legs spread. He looked like he just fell asleep.

The customers wanted to help but Harry politely declined the offers.

"Go!" He told to the unconscious Diggle and grabbed the rope. The guests looked shocked when they saw the strange couple.

Harry dragged his prisoner to an alley, leaned against the wall and slid to the ground.

"What's next, Harry?" He asked himself. "You can't carry him to the Dursley's…"

He heard a thunder and raindrops fell from above. A little noise scared him which was coming from behind the dumpster. He thought a shining pair of eyes were watching him…

Harry hoped it was just a cat, but decided to leave. He pulled out his wand to cast a 'Lumos'.

Soon he heard a honk and screams then a house jumped out of the way. A familiar bus landed in front of him…

"The Knight Bus…" The boy sighed in relief.

"Hostel Disposal." A man with a weird accent said. "Stan Shupike, at your service! Where can we take you?" He looked at the boy.

Harry wondered for a moment: it will take some time for the Death Eaters to find him. After all, Diagon Alley is a nice, big street. They don't know where exactly he landed. So he answered grinning:

"To the Grimmauld Place."

"Severus!" Dumbledore said when he saw the Potions Master's pale, scratched face. "What happened?"

"It's not important." The man said automatically. He seemed to be excited. "We can't find Harry anywhere! No one knows that he was captured and it's a secret where he is… We went to every hideout and visited a few mansions too, but nothing. Everyone we asked seemed surprised. And things got out of hands… I think we might have made a little strife with all the questioning…" He said wryly. "They attacked each other because they thought some of them held information back… And we found ourselves in the middle of one of these too." He looked at the wizard next to him who had some scratches too. "The Dark Lord… Voldemort wants to keep it a secret probably, so…"

The professor stopped and all eyes looked at the slowly opening front door.

They saw a dark, suspicious male figure, whose beautiful blonde hair was dripping wet. In the boy's right hand was a shining, bloody sword and with his other hand he was grasping a rope. Something big was tied with it. His brown eyes found Remus and they were quite scary at the sudden lightning.

All members stared at them. Some of them even felt fear when they recognized the boy in front of them.

"D-Draco Malfoy…" Snape groaned at last. "You… What…?"

But he stopped when the boy's face started changing. Blood and injuries appeared on it. The wizards looked shocked. But the transformation continued. The boy let go of the rope and pressed his hand on his hip. He moaned weakly and his eyes widened in pain. Blood appeared on his clothes and fell to the ground too. His hair started darkening and became brown. His eyes turned green and a lightning-shaped scar appeared on his forehead.

"Gryffindor's sword!" Remus whispered and took a step towards the newcomer. "Harry!" He shouted.

He ran toward the boy who started falling. He dropped the sword too. Fortunately Remus caught him in time. He stroked the boy's head and wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Get him inside! Close the door!" Mrs. Weasley said. The others obeyed.

Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and levitated the boy to a room upstairs. The others followed and took the tied Diggle too, though they didn't understand how and why he was in this state.

They freed Harry from the unnecessary clothes, but let a few on him so he wouldn't catch a cold. They brought clean water, healing potions…

"Harry, dear, try not to move!" Mrs. Weasley asked when she started cleaning the wound. But the patient screamed when she touched him.

"Alright, alright." She tried to comfort him kindly, but she bit her lip when she saw the puncture mark.

Remus leaned close to Harry, clasped his hand and wiped his forehead. He smiled with tears on his face; he was relieved and glad that he got the boy back alive.

"Harry" Dumbledore said softly. When the boy looked at him he continued. "Can you tell us what happened?" His eyes widened in pain, but he nodded.

"They took me… to a mansion... and… locked me in the basement…"

"Do you remember where the mansion was?"

"Narcissa Malfoy was there…" Some of them frowned when they heard the name. "…and Draco… It was a big mansion with pictures… and armors…" Some people – including his parents – smiled. Every mansion was like that. "I didn't see much… it had a huge garden…"

"And…" The headmaster wanted to ask but Harry intervened. He was afraid he will pass out before he can tell the most important things.

"They confused me with someone else!"

"What did you say, honey?" Molly stroked his face in disbelief.

"They… they didn't know I was Harry… they thought I was someone else…"

There was silence in the room; only the rhythmic knocking of the raindrops could be heard. Harry stretched his free hand toward Snape.

"You… you saved my life…" He said gratefully. Severus looked at him in disbelief.

"What… what do you mean?" He asked quietly.

"The potion... you gave for my eyes… remember? I put it on the wound… it would be worse without it… And the Polyjuice Potion…"

"Yes, I wanted to ask about that." Dumbledore said who felt strangely ignored for the moment.

"The one I stole from you…" The boy said like he didn't hear the old professor. "I couldn't have escaped without it…"

Snape started to put things together and his face softened. He smiled faintly.

"Tell us everything, Harry." Remus asked him.

The boy told them everything while they treated his injuries. He mentioned the basement, the mirror, the Death Eaters, what they said… He told them how much they knew the boy and what mysterious things they said that he couldn't understand…

"What did they say?" Snape sat next to Harry and grabbed the boy's left hand. His eyes glittered greedily. Unlike Sirius and Remus; they appeared to be jealous.

Harry took advantage of the sudden support; the pain started to get to him again. Snape hugged his hand. The boy told them everything the Death Eater's said about the boy and his teacher listened to every word he said. After a while Snape turned to Dumbledore who raised his hand to stop him. Perselus nodded submissively but noticed that the twins were staring at him. He glared at them then turned back to the patient.

"And Dedalus?" Moody asked. "What happened to him? Who did this to him?"

"I did." Harry said weakly.

"What? Why?" Several people asked.

"Diggle betrayed the Order…"

"It's not true! Dedalus Diggle is a spy for the Order, a great wiz…"

"Dedalus Diggle was there when they caught me, let Draco Malfoy practice Unforgivable curses on me and tortured me once!" Harry shouted. "He gave a lot of information to Narcissa Malfoy and all was true! He talked about me too and that the Order is watching after me!"

"But…"

"When you're on duty… do you torture innocent prisoners too? If you do, then you shouldn't be a member of the Order! Anyone who does that doesn't deserve mercy!"

Dumbledore himself was surprised when he heard Harry.

"Alright, Harry." He reassured the boy. "We will decide about Dedalus Diggle later. Please calm down. You can relax now. The rest of the holiday may be enough for you to recover. Mrs. Weasley and the others will take care of you…"

"What?" Harry asked. "Here? I… I want to go home… back to the Privet Drive!"

"Come on, boy…" Emmeline Vance touched his head. "It must be because of the fever…"

"No!" Harry protested violently causing surprise to everyone. "Heal me quickly and let me go home! My relatives… they must be afraid! And… and Marie doesn't know where I am. I must see her!"

"Marie?" Tonks grinned.

"Harry, we thought you don't like your relatives…" Mr. Weasley confessed. "You complained about them every year…"

"But they were quite nice now, and they let me do a lot of things!" The boy exclaimed. "And if I live with them, they have the right to know what's happened to me! They might be in danger too! But the Death Eaters were not after Harry Potter, this time! They won't be! They're concerned about the other boy… I have to go home!"

"So… you don't want to stay here?" Remus asked sadly.

Harry looked at the former professor's tormented face with pity.

"I don't want to see my jealous uncle attacking my teacher…" He replied.

Awkward silence filled the room again. Lupin and Snape glanced at each other then turned away.

"All right, Harry, let it be as you wish." Dumbledore agreed. "We have an elixir that will make your wound heal faster, but it will be painful. You'll have a night filled with suffering."

"After what happened… anything…"

Mrs. Weasley nodded and took out a bottle containing a green liquid. She opened the vial and let a few drops fall on the wound.

Harry's body jerked; Remus and Severus could barely hold him down. His eyes widened, he felt like a hot iron was pressed against him. Screaming made it easier for him to endure the pain.

"The elixir" Snape started. "will speed up the cell regeneration. This is why it hurts so much."

Molly poured another dose and the cut absorbed the green liquid. When it was full, a few drops came out of the wound.

Tears appeared in Harry's eyes. He bit his lip first then started screaming. A few people left the room; Bill went to the window so he wouldn't see the boy's face. The twins clung to each other and watched their friend's suffering.

When Harry started begging, Snape looked at him with compassion in his eyes. He clutched the boy's hand, pressed against his chest then turned his head away to avoid looking at him. His hair hid most of his face. He closed his eyes; he was suffering because of something. His lips were moving silently first, then he started murmuring words.

"Stop… stop it! Stop it, please!"

Just a few people could see a tear rolling down his cheek.

Dumbledore approached him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Severus!" He said. "Go and rest! Charlie, please!" He asked the other Weasley boy.

Charlie took Snape's place and grabbed Harry's hand.

Sirius, Fred and George watched in shock as the broken Potion Master left…

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