Chapter 3

Harry groaned internally but did not dare to make it audible he knew that if he did more pain would come. Voldemort had cast the cruciatus curse so many times that Harry ran out of screams and had damaged his vocal cords. He slowly moved his head, making sure there was no one there. "Not that they will not be here soon. The Death Eaters always seem to know when I am awake." Harry carefully sat up and leaned against the wall. "I hope that Ginny's safe. I know that she was close to the Dursleys when the wards came down. I can only hope that she arrived after I was caught." Suddenly he heard his cell door open.

"Well, well, well, Looks who's awake! It's ittty bitty Potter." It was Beatrix. One of the worst of his captors. He loved to cause him so much pain "Now that you are awake, it's time for you to see Lord Voldemort. He's has a special surprise, Potter."

"Well, that can't be good. He never has anything good for him. But why am I going to him? He has always gone to me probably because this cell does not allow my magic to take affect" Harry thought, as Bealtrix hauled him to his feet and then started dragged him out of the cell. Harry's legs buckled underneath him. He hadnt put any real weight on them since he first got here. Mostly because of Crouch breaking his leg, but also because the cell was so small that Harry could not realistically move that much.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever as he was dragged. Harry tried to remember how long it had been since he has captured. It had been awhile, several months at the least, but not more than a year. His leg had been broken about a week after arriving. After his 2nd attempt to escape. He had tried a few times since then but with leg so injured, he didnt get many chances. This was the first time, Harry thought thatreally could he try again. His leg, while weak, was finally strong enough to stand on.

Finally, Bellatrix stopped at large, grand door. She turned and crackled at him. "Go on, little potter. Go see the surprise that Lord Voldemort was for." After saying that she pushed open the door and shoved him. As Harry stumbled in, he tried not fall to the ground. He would not bow before Tom Marvolo Riddle. Even in his mind, Harry refused to acknowledge his made up name. He would not give him that power. Harry will always remember him as the half blood he truely was.

"Good morning, Harry Potter. You will never guess never guess who I found skulking around the manor, presumably looking for you." Voldemort paused slightly and said "No answer,? Well no matter, you can't talk anyway. So I will just show you." He turned to the Death Eater standing near another door. "Bring her in, and no need to be gentle about it." The guard bowed reverently and spun quickly to the door and exited.

The moments seemed to last forever as Harry waited for whatever member of the Order of the Pheonix that had been caught to be brought to Tom to be tortured. Voldemort did not seem inclined to say anything else while they were waiting. Finally after what felt like years, the door opened and revealed the prisoner.

Harry gasped and managed to get a strangled "Ginny" as the guard tossed her to the ground none too gently. Voldemort laughed, "I found someone who helped you find your voice. Well, perhaps seeing her in pain will loosen your tongue." He then raised his wand and yelled. "Crucio"

Author's Note

Well, its been (checks her calender) 4 years and 16 days. My life has been interesting to say the least. I have kinda out of writing, but just got sudden inspiration while waiting for my class to start. I hope you enjoy. I also plan to cross post on ao3 as that is where I tend to read the most. Thanks for reading! If anyone is interested, my ao3 username is the same