I OWN NOTHING

spells

Parseltongue

thoughts

By the time the assult on his sheilds stopped and he could once agian focus on the outside world. He found that he was in a room surrounded by crystals. Bound in chains and had a strip of cloth tied around his head and mouth acting as a gag."What is it with me and being captured," he thought. "Ever since I got here, it's been one thing after another."

Sagging against his restraints, he groaned in slight pain as the chains started to tighten around his wrists. "They're enchanted," Harry thought in shock. "I don't see any runes on them." Standing back up, he concentrated on his magic and tried to use the unlocking charm. Only for it to fail as the chains tightened again, cutting into his wrists.

"What happened?" He asked himself, trying to sense the magic in the chains, only to notice that his magic was dissipating in the air before it could take effect. "No, that's not right. My magic is moving normally inside my body until it enters the air, and then something in this room is messing with the magic, not letting it take effect. I've never had this happen here or back on Earth." He thought, looking around the room and noticing the crystals. "That's weird. Why are there crystals here." Trying the charm again, he focused on the crystals and noticed that while his magic was being weakened, the crystals pulsed slightly. "They are having a dampening effect on my magic." He thought in shock. "What are these things? The only thing I've heard of anything like these crystals is the magic suppressing cuffs the aurors used."

Harry raised his head as the door to his cell was opened. The limbless thing was carried in on its throne carried by the four acolytes.

"You're lucky the old ones don't want you hurt. You should be killed for your insolence." It said. "Remove his gag." It ordered. "The old ones have command that he eat." Just after it said that a female acolyte walked in, carrying a piece of bread and a bowl of soup.

After seeing what they brought to the Ra'zac, Harry didn't want to think about the ingredients in the soup. Another acolyte brought in a table and set it down in front of Harry. Before removing his gag and leaving the room. The limbless thing ordered its carriers to follow the acolyteout of the room.

"Make sure he eats plenty he will need his strength when I question him." It ordered before leaving the room fully. The first acolyte set the food down on the table, picking up the bread tearing off a piece and dipping it in the soup before holding it out to Harry.

"Eat." she said. "You need to keep up your strength. The high priest was distracted when he attacked your mind before, but next time, he will give you his full attention."

Harry turned away from the bread.

"Don't worry. It's not what you think. The high priest saves the special meat for the old ones." Harry didn't believe her, but smelling the soup, his stomach growled. He was reminded that the last time he ate was before the Ra'zac captured him in Teirm. The only reason he wasn't dead was that his magic was sustaining him and the fact he spent so much time not moving while working on his occlumency.

However, his escape attempt had drained what little energy he had left, and the mental battle with the high priest had taken more magic than he originally thought. Deciding that he had no choice, he scanned her surface thoughts, determining that she was telling the truth.

"If you're done reading my mind, will you eat now?" He reluctantly nodded. Harry took a bite of the bread. Once he swallowed the bread, he croaked.

"Water." The acolyte nodded before getting a far away look in her eyes.

Then, after a second, she snapped back into focus.

"It's on the way." She dipped the bread back into the soup to continue feeding him. After a few minutes, a knock sounded at the cell door. She placed the bowl and bread down on the table and then stood up. Walking to the door, she opened it to reveal another acolyte with a tray. He had a pitcher and cup after grabbing the tray from the acolyte she walked back over to Harry as the acolyte closed the door agian. She set the tray down on the table. Then, she poured the water into the cup and held it up to Harrys mouth, allowing him to drink.

After finishing the cup, he sighed.

"Thank you." She picked up the bread and continued to feed him. After a few minutes, he had finished the food and was draining the last of the water.

"Sorry about earlier." She looked at him confused. "For reading your mind." He clarified.

"Ahh, it's ok. You would be a fool to take me at my word. It's only natural." She assured him.

"Still, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I ask where I am?" he asked.

"You are at the cathedral in Dras-Leona." She answered.

"Rest the high priest will be here soon." She said as she picked up the tray with the bowl, pitcher, and cup on it. Walking to the door, she knocked on it. After opening the door, the acolyte walked in to grab the table and then left. The woman started to leave when she stopped and looked at Harry one last time.

"The high priest is quite confident that breaking you will be a matter of time some might say over confident." She said as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Harry heard the lock close with nothing better to do he relaxed and soon fell asleep, His last thought was. "So this high priest is overconfident. I can use that."

Many hours later

The attack on his sheilds was sudden wrenching him back to consciousness. Luckily, it just as suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to see the high priest sitting on its chair in front of him. "The old ones will be awhile longer." It smiled. "Giving me plenty of time to break you." Then it started attacking his sheilds agian. "You have an interesting defense method." The priest said musing. "I will have to find out the method once I break you."

The battle raged for what felt like hours. With the priests, attack never relenting. Harry was giving it all he had, but the bottom line was that the preist was better than him at mental combat. It was all he could do to keep him out. No matter what, he tried the high priest, with laughable ease, stopped it. Harry was getting tired. The little bit of food and water wasn't enough to completely restore his energy.

His sheilds were weakening, and about to fall, only his willpower had kept the priest out this long. The priest seemed to sense his weakness, and its attack doubled in strength. Keeping what the acolyte had said in the back of his mind so that the preist could not find it Harry immediately started to give ground. Falling back to the gates of Hogwarts in his mind.

The priest appeared looking around in interest. "Fascinating, I've never encountered anything like this. I will have your secrets." It claimed with a greedy gleam in its eyes. Approaching the gates and battering them with ever increasing strength. With all his willpower, Harry was trying to keep the gates closed, but by the mangled mess they were becoming, he was failing.

Eventually, he could not keep the gates closed anymore. With a snap, they exploded off their hinges, and the high priest started to enter the grounds. As Harry got ready to activate the statues and launch his counter attack. He felt a shift in his core.

"What?!" The priest screamed in fury. As a flood of magic pushed it back out of the gates, the front doors of Hogwarts flew open. Rubble flew out and landed in front of the priest. The rubble started to roll together, forming a statue.

Harry watched in wonder as a figure wearing a cloak was formed out of the rubble. He pulled himself back to the real world to find the priest screaming.

"What was that?! Why can't I find your mind?! Where is it?!" Knowing that this was his best chance for a counter attack with the priest confused. He acted as fast as he could, looking into the priests eyes.

"Legilimens!" He almost shouted, trusting in his newfound defense to protect him. Diving into the priests mind, he fought the priest, trying to erase the last few minutes from its mind. The priest mental defense was far from his mental attack , and it was almost childs play to crush his defense. Once he had passed the priests defenses, he erased the encounter from the priests mind while leaving false memories of it, breaking his defense and pillaging his mind, finding nothing of value before leaving. Just as he was about to retreat to his own mind. Harry had a thought. Scanning through the priests memories he pulled the ones containing the priests experience with magic and this language that all magic users seemed to use here. Once he copied everything he could find he pulled back to his own body.

Staring at the priest, it had a blank look on its face as it assimilated the new memories. Harry prayed that it would work. While its skill in the defenceive mind arts left much to be desired, he wasn't sure if it would fall for it. Thankfully, after a couple of seconds, its eyes regained clarity, and with a smug look on its face, it called out to the acolyte outside.

"It's done. There was nothing of importance. Take me to see the old ones he is ready to see the king now." It was picked up looking at Harry it said. "See, I always get in." The acolyte shut the door, leaving Harry in silence and dark. He sighed in relief, sagging against the chains.

"I got lucky." He thought. "What was that?" He thought.

"That was the last of the help I could give you." He heard Deaths voice say in his head. "Don't expect this kind of help agian I got away with it this time by repaying a debt but this is toeing the line of breaking the rules." The message was the last thing he heard before passing out. When he awoke, it was to the door opening with acolytes coming in and unlocking his chains. Before dragging him into the corridor. He saw multiple corridors as he was dragged into the room where he first arrived.

Once there he looked up to see both the Ra'zac standing there. The acolytes handed him over to the larger Ra'zac. The larger Ra'zac grabbed his arm, dragging him outside to the giant creature. The Ra'zac picked him up before jumping up to the creatures back and tying him to the saddle. After the other Ra'zac had finished straping into its saddle, the creatures took off. Harry looked back at the city as they were leaving to see the high priest staring at the creatures with reverence in its eyes. He turned back to the front and sighed.

"Finally, we are leaving this place. That acolyte was right the preist was so confident that he could break me he left his defense weak."

He closed his eyes and started to repair the damage his occlumency barriers had taken from the high priests assult. Fortunately the damage was little and easily repaired. Once they were completely repaired, he was finally able to get some restful sleep. When he awoke, the creatures were landing to make a den for the day. With this, the routine they had previously established reasserted itself.

One week later

It had been a week since they had taken him from Dras-Leona, and Harry was bored. It had been the same repetitive routine every day, with his occlumency barriers completely repaired he had nothing to occupy his time. He had checked on the blockage to find that the statue had shifted agian with both wings raised and the dragon standing on its hind legs. The only part blocking his magic now was the tail. He had tried asking his captures questions, but they never answered, let alone acknowledged that he had spoken, but they were finally approaching a city.

The city was protected above by a large overhang made of stone, over half a mile wide and five hundred feet thick at its narrowest, which formed one end of a massive hill that sloped off into the northeast for miles. Harry could feel the magic in the overhang looking at it he assumed that it was to keep it from collapsing. The walls of the city are much larger than those of Dras-Leona both in length and in height. They surrounded the entire city, towering over 300 feet tall, and on their battlements are ballistae and catapults mounted at regular intervals.

As they approached the castle, he saw tall spire-like buildings made of glass and stone. They looked like they would knock over in a strong storm. Then, the castle came into view. It was a black citadel with six emerald towers built on it. As they approached the courtyard, the Ra'zac readied themselves for landing. After they landed, the larger Ra'zac unstrapped Harry from the saddle and jumped down with him on its shoulders. They were met by an elderly man, dressed in a butler uniform. He had white hair and wrinkles around his face.

"Where is the king?" The larger Ra'zac hissed. "We have the prisoner he sent us to capture."

"My apologies." The servant said while bowing. "The king had to leave to attend some important matters. His standing orders were to place the prisoner in the dungeon. After he is there, you are free to return to Helgrind. If you like, we can take him from here." The Ra'zac clicked and hissed to each other before tossing him at the feet of the servant and jumping back on the creatures quickly taking off.

The servant sighed while signaling some soldiers to come forward and pick him up. They grabbed his arms and dragged him between them while the servant led the way. "You're lucky, you know. Durza left only yesterday to attend to an important matter. You will have a few days of rest before he gets back." The servant said.

"Lucky me." Harry Thought sarcasticly. "Do you know how long the king will be gone?" He questioned the servant.

"No, I do not. I only know that there was an issue with some lord not paying taxes." As they approached the dungons, Harry thought to himself.

"That's really lucky. I almost forgot about the guard in Teirm." When they arrived at the cell the servant said,

"This one will do." Opening the cell door. The guards threw Harry inside before shutting the door and leaving.