Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 1 🧇

Hello! Chapter 1 to 14 is written by Furballcactusdaisy

Harry spun around quickly, Realising that there were too many death eaters for him to take on alone. Bellatrix and several other death eaters Harry didn't recognise surrounded him, all pointing their wands directly at the young wizard. Before he could blink, one of the cloaked figures cast a disarming charm, watching Harry's wand fly across the bricks of Diagon ally.

At first Harry thought this would be at his advantage, ( having so many people around the corner) but after several minutes of continuesly shouting spells, He figured that no one could hear them within the busy hustle. Even if they could, People would not want to help or join in as it would result in being killed. Harry couldn't blame them, for if he had heard, he would've avoided it too.

Bellatrix laughed devilishly at the sight of oh-so-mighty-Harry Potter wandless and panicked. "Crucio" she shrieked happily, watching as Harry fell to the ground in pain. It felt like every one of bones were being crushed induvidually. His body couldn't hold up anymore, Harry blacked out.

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Harry woke up bound down by ropes wrapping around his body. He squired frantically in ropes for a few minutes until he realised that it was pointless.

Harry decided to focus on his surroundings. He lay still on the marbled tile floor, scanning the room. It was more of a ball room than anything else, rivaling even the size of the great hall at Hogwarts. The furniture's colour and style made it obvious that it was designed or at the very least decorated by Slytherins.

French floor-length windows lined the left side of the room, covered partially by thick mossy green curtains. And on the opposite side of the room was a large cobblestone fire place-the perfect size for a floo portal- surrounded by a large sofa, two velvet black chairs, and a cozy coffee table. In front of him a long table stretched out covering almost the entire length of the wall. Thick books sat on the table along with a quill and ink by each and every chair. Harry couldn't see any papers or scrolls since he was tied and on a rug yet he could tell it was something important. But what was it?

Just as he was about to wriggle his way over to the table to look over the papers doors were threw open behind him slamming onto the wall with a loud bang. Harry froze startled at the sound.

He quickly closed his eyes and played possum (acted like he was still unconscious) hoping they hadn't seen him moving around on the floor. He could hear their footsteps as they startled walking towards his limp body. The click clack of heels could've been heard a mile away, quickly becoming more petrifying. He lied as still as he could, only slightly opening one eye just enough to see their shadows appearing on the floor in front of him. There was only one shadow covering the rug, electric curls and hourglass waist. Harry didn't even need to guess to know exactly who it was.

His hypotheses was answered in the high pitched voice of Bellatrix Lestrange. "Get up Harry, we know you're awake." She said quietly, prodding him with the tip of her shoe and mumbled a quiet spell to loosen the ropes until they merely encircled him.

Still he lay paralyzed on the cold ground too frightened to move a muscle. His hair stood vertical and his shoulders grew tense. "Oh, I see you thing this is some joke! Too bad I'm 'Dead Sirius'" She broke out onto a fit of delirious giggles, laughing at her own joke. But Harry didn't find it as hilarious. He felt his chest tighten and a lump started forming in the back of his throat. How dare she disrespect his godfather! The egg had no right to even say his name. Harry desperately clung onto his last strand of self restraint and not kill her right here and now but the thought sounded more appealing by the millisecond until his resolve won the internal battle he was having and he snapped. He rolled over before she could blink and snatched her wand out of her unexpecting hand so she couldn't hex him. Her mouth gapped in shock and anger, furious that the little brat had unarmed her. "Did you see what the filthy bastard just did to me?!" She shouted out to the empty air as if there was someone standing next to them.

Harry aimed the wand squarely between her eyes preparing to curcio her if he had to. "Where am I?!" Harry demanded glaring at the disfunctional death eater. "WHERE AM I!" He screamed again after she didn't respond.

She were stalling he realised. But before he could abandon his search for answers about where he was, five more death eaters apparited around him.

Bellatrix cracked a sly smirk still feeling her loathing and embarrassment after being disarmed by him. Harry spun in a slow circle feeling a strange sensation of deja vu from when he was in the alley. One of the death eaters snatched the wand from Harry before he could put up a fight, while the others skillfully pointed their wands at him. Harry had no choice but to listen to their demands as they rebound his wrists with the ropes on the floor.

A death eater pulled out an envelope from the depths in his mysterious cloak. "The Dark Lord will return to end Harry Potter's life in two months. Just enough time to prepare him to see the Dark Lord. He has instructed us to put Harry Potter in the dungeons, followed by a list of instructions."

They all turned back to Harry who was being held at the elbows by two very intimidating, broad men at least thrice his age.

He shook like a leaf, terrified at the prospect of being imprisoned here for two months of torture. Please Hermione and Ron, help me! He silently pleaded.