Kidnapping the Heroes

Chapter 12

"Yes, the boy who lived. You were one of my favorite book series. "Julia was rambling, as she dragged Harry down the corridor. He honestly had know idea what she was talking about, only that whatever was about to go down wasn't going to be pleasant. They stopped in front of a door.

"Alright, in ya go!" She said. She pushed him through the door, going in behind him. Due to being chained up, he had no choice but to fall on his face. When he lifted his face off the ground, he nearly had a heart attack.

They were in a cavernous room, completely bare but some torches, the door behind him, and a large, ominous, arch in the center. He didn't like the feel of the arch, but he was more terrified of who was standing in front of it.

"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter." Lord Voldemort hissed out, his snake like voice and maniac grin enough to scare even the strongest person.

Harry subconsciously backed up as Voldemort walked slowly towards him.

"Why are you here?" Harry snarled, his back against Julia's legs.

"Why, Julia and I are friends, and I must say, I've been waiting for this." Voldemort replied, giving another creepy grin.

"Remember what I said, Tom. No killing." Julia said, as she made a move to leave.

"Wait!" Harry turned to the girl.

"What?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"You're... you're just gonna leave me here!? You were with the others!" He said. He most certainly didn't want to be by himself with the person who wanted him dead more than anything.

"Yeah, but this will be funnier!" Julia said. She gave a small wave before going out the door. Harry turned back to Voldemort, who already had his wand raised.

"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.

The most pain Harry had ever felt spread through his entire body, and he screamed. As soon as it passed, it came again.

"Crucio!"

"Crucio!"

"Crucio!"

The pain was constant, going through Harry's body. His mind, for a minute, told him not to scream. Don't give Voldemort what he wants. But his mouth and body refused to listen, so he writhed on the ground, yelling and screaming in agony.

Then, it stopped.

Harry layed, panting, waiting for Voldemort to strike again. But he didn't, which made Harry curious. He slowly, shakingly, raised his head up. Sirius was in front of him.

"Sirius," He began, but was cut off.

"Really? You let him see your pain from the start? How cowardly." Sirius sneered at the boy.

"I thought you had more courage than that." A new voice rang out, and Harry turned to see Cedric Diggory.

"Cedric, I'm-" Harry was cut off again.

"Sorry? What's that going to solve? I'm dead. And it's all your fault." Cedric stated.

"No, Wormtail-" Harry tried again.

"That cowardly man?" Remus had appeared. "He kind of reminds me of you. Foolish, afraid, similar to the dark lord-"

"I'm nothing like Voldemort!" Harry shouted, becoming overwhelmed.

"Now Mr. Potter, what have we talked about?" Umbridge was there, with her sickly voice. Harry looked at her.

She smiled. "We must not tell lies."

Hermione and Ron showed up.

"Why would we want to be friends with you? You bring us nothing but trouble, and my sister was almost killed because of you!" Ron shouted angrily. Hermione glared down at him.

"Not to mention all the other things. T You put everyone in danger!" Hermione scolded.

They were closing in on him, forming a circle. He backed up up until his back was against the wall. He looked up again to see his parents.

"You aren't our son. Our son can't go in Voldemort ' s mind. Our son doesn't talk to snakes!" Lily growled. James stepped forward.

"You, can not be our son. You can not be a Gryffindor. You belong under the stairs, where you can wallow in your misery, and no one knows who you are!" James finished.

Harry had started crying without even realizing it. He hunched over, and pulled his knees up. Still in chains, he layed his head on his knees, his shoulders shaking from crying. Arms suddenly were around him, and he tensed as a voice whispered in his ear.

"Do you see, Harry Potter? We are similar. Think of what we could do, together." Voldemort hissed in his ear. Harry didn't like the sound of that. He kicked out, knocking the dark wizard off him, but also making himself fall over. A hand was suddenly at his throat and throwing him against the door, holding him there as he struggled to breath.

He was ready to pass out when another voice Harry knew came out.

"Enough." Julia said sternly, stepping out of the shadows. How'd she get here? Voldemort snarled, before dropping Harry onto the floor.

"Is my time up?" Voldemort asked, planning to get angry if she said yes. Julia smiled evily.

"Ten more minutes." She said, her eyes glinting with malice. Voldemort grinned which was really quite terrifying, before pulling out his wand once more.

"Crucio! Crucio Potter, Crucio!" Voldemort repeated the phrase, laughing as Harry screamed out. But the words still stung. He still had tears. They truly didn't think that, right? He was no coward, was he? The hat wanted to put him in Slytherin. Was he meant to be evil?

No. That couldn't be the case.

His friends were worried, Julia had been gloating about it earlier. What if they were watching this? That made him even more terrified. He didn't want his friends seeing him like this, lying on the ground and surrendering to the enemy. But then, why did it hurt so much? It wasn't suppose to hurt.

He continuously writhed on tohe ground, screaming and shouting in pain. It was music to Julia's ears. It was making Voldemort laugh. What a bunch of sadistic bastards.

Finally, Julia stepped forward once more.

"Alright. He's done. Can't you see the tears?" Julia asked, mocking the boy. Voldemort smiled at him as he was dragged away, back to the cell, nearly unconscious. In fact, he barely realized he was being thrown in.

He groaned slightly when he hit the floor, but didn't move or say anything. Julia stepped over him to stand in the center.

"Good thing I thought ahead, I know who I want next." She smiled at Robin, before turning around and being nose to nose with the Doctor.

"It was a tough decision between the two of you, really." Julia said, fiddling with the Doctor's bowtie.

"But I just want Dick being beaten with a crowbar, the good old Jason Todd way, minus blowing up. So guess who," She did a little turn and snapped her fingers, pointing at the Doctor.

"is next for my round? That's right, everyone. The Doctor!"

Don't kill me for not updating I couldn't be bothered! On the bright side, yeah torture! Hopefully I'll be motivated for the Doctor's chapter. (I already have an idea so that may help)
See you on the flipside, my fellow wattpadians!
-Julia