Chapter 9: Harry Berry
The next day Ron could hear screaming down a hall. The two men cursed at each other, until Ron heard one scream out in pain. Suddenly the door swung open and Voldemort emerged. Ron froze.
"You! Get another and get in here." Ron turned until he found a Death Eater, the two of them ran down the hall back to the room. As he turned the corner, Ron heard Harry's voice.
"If anything you'd be the bloody mudblood, given who your father-" Voldemort slap Harry so hard he hit the floor. Ron followed the other Death Eater's lead and knelt. He couldn't defeat Voldemort and save Harry, he had to think of another plan and quick.
Harry lifted his head, flipping his long black hair back as he did. Ron had never seen that look on Harry's face before. He looked as if he wanted blood. Harry was breathing heavily as he charged at Voldemort. Voldemort lazily flicked his wrist and sent Harry flying across the room. Harry landed on his shoulder and didn't move. Ron's breath caught in his throat.
"Hold him." Voldemort ordered. The Death Eater and Ron ran to Harry. Ron made sure to grab the arm Harry landed on, he quickly realized Harry's shoulder was dislocated.
"Apologize Potter and I might be merciful and let you keep your outside privilege." Voldemort stood glaring down at Harry.
"Go to hell!" Harry tried to move but immediately stopped as a sharp pain moved away from his shoulder. Voldemort chuckled.
"A little pain and you act like a baby." Voldemort turned to seat himself in a leather chair by the fireplace. The Death Eater next to Ron laughed.
"Little Baby Potter." An idea striked Ron. He forced out a laugh, causing Harry to glare up at him.
"Little Harry Berry." Harry's eyes widened and he stopped struggling.
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Harry sat down with his friends in the Gryffindor room. He was in the chair closest to the fireplace with Ginny on his lap. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. As Hermione and Ron begun arguing about who knows what, Harry pulled Ginny closer until she was leaning back.
"Remember about the Hungarian Horntail tattoo." Ginny leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Yea, does Romilda Vane still think I really have that." Ginny laughed.
"I don't know, but Luna overheard Romilda and her friends discussing couple names we use." Ginny laced her fingers into Harry's.
"We don't really use pet names. I mean I call you Gin, but I've always done that."
"True, Harry Berry." Harry laughed.
"What?"
"Harry Berry. It's what Romilda said she'd call you if you dated her." Harry couldn't stop laughing. Harry Berry what a ridiculous nick name.
"What so funny?" Ron turned to Harry and Ginny.
"My new pet name, Harry Berry." Ron burst out laughing.
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"Little Harry Berry." Harry's eyes widened and he stopped struggling. Ron and Harry's eyes met.
"Little Harry Berry is throwing a little tantrum. He should know how well he has it. Our Lord is merciful-" Ron pulled Harry's arm, causing him to cry out. "and offering you to keep your privileges." Ron grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He could hear the pain he was putting Harry through, but he needed to be outside in three days. Still holding his hair, he pushed Harry to the ground in front of Voldemort. Harry tried to catch himself, but fell to the ground as pain shot up through his dislocated arm. Voldemort began to laugh, which sent a chill up Ron's spine.
"Last chance Potter." Harry looked up at Ron, before ungracefully rolling himself to his knees.
"I'm sorry." Voldemort laughed again. He leaned back in the leather chair and crossed his legs. Ron watched as Harry held onto his arm. He was clearly in a lot of pain and Ron knew he had caused some of it.
"For?" Voldemort asked, smiling down at Harry. Harry clenched his teeth.
"For trying to attack you and disagreeing with you." Voldemort stood up and walked over to Harry. He patted Harry on the head like he was a good little boy. Ron noticed the tension building in Harry's shoulders.
"Regulus is correct, I can be merciful. Today you are lucky, very lucky. You can keep your time outside and I won't kill your mudblood friend, yet." Ron's eyes snapped up from Harry to Voldemort. Did this all start over an argument about Hermione?
"But I can not encourage this behavior. You'll spend the night in the hole." Hole? What hole? Ron thought. He looked back to Harry, it was clear he knew what Voldemort was talking of.
"I will also not fix your arm until morning. Take him away." Voldemort flicked his hand in the direction of the door. The Death Eater and Ron grabbed Harry and half guided, half dragged him to the hole. Ron followed the Death Eater's lead since he had no idea where they were going. They turned down corridor after corridor. He could feel a slight downward angle as they walked. At these times, he found himself catching Harry more as he lost his footing. Finally the three reached the end of a tunnel. The room was dark until the Death Eater lit a torch. Ron quickly realized he could see his breath as they slowly walked to the edge of a pit. The Death Eater pushed Harry into the hole. His body made a loud thump as he made contact with the dirt floor. Ron flinched as he heard Harry moan in pain.
Ron watched as Harry struggled to a sitting position. He stared up at Ron. Ron could see the thousands of questions there, but couldn't answer any.
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Harry watched from the bottom of the hole as one of the Death Eaters walked away. The second one watched him for a moment, before turning away too. As the light grew dimmer, Harry found himself in the dark with many unanswered. Who was that? Was he truly a Death Eater? How did he know about the nickname? Was he just messing around and happened to say the nickname? Why was it important he was able to go outside? These and more went through his head until he eventually fell asleep.