Harry Potter 6 1/2

Chapter 3

 Harry woke up to a sudden pain, but this pain wasn’t coming from his scar.  It felt like his muscles were getting stretched out, his bones were getting bent at an unbearable extent, white-hot knives were getting put in every inch of his body, and his head was splitting open.  Then, the pain lifted.  He looked around him.  Where was he?  He wasn’t in his room.  He wasn’t at the park.  He was in a forest.  He tried to stand up, but he noticed that he was in a cage that was glowing red.  He got up on his knees and touched the bars only to find the pain that he had woken up to.  What was that pain coming from?  Then it came to him.  “The Cruciatus curse.”

Then a cold, high-pitched voice rang out. “That’s right!”

Harry turned around to where the voice was coming from.  Harry saw scarlet red snakelike eyes.  He sucked in a breath.  He knew who had kidnapped him.  “Voldemort.”

“You should be more polite to your elders, Harry Potter.  Crucio.”

Harry yelled out with pain.  Harry was squirming on the floor, clenching his fists to try to withstand the pain.  When the pain was gone, he looked up into those red eyes.  “You’re telling me.  You don’t look a day over a hundred.”

“You just don’t learn, do you?  Crucio.” Voldemort chuckled at Harry Potter's pain. Harry fell to the floor, again, in pain. “Are you suffering?” asked Voldemort.

“No,” Harry answered back.

“Lies.  Crucio.” This boy just couldn't get it through his thick skull.

“Aahh!”  This was the worst pain he had ever experienced.  The only other time he had experienced this pain was when Voldemort did it to him in his fourth year.

“I will ask you again.  Are you suffering?”

“No.”

“Wrong answer.  Crucio.”

“Uhh!  Oh!  Ahhh!”

“Stop being a hero Harry. Just give up."

“Never.  As long as I live, I will never give up.”

“We will see about that.  Imperio.” Harry’s pain had lifted and he felt like he was in a trance.  He knew that he couldn’t give up. though.  He must fight the Imperious Curse. “Give up Harry Potter.”

“N-n-no,” Harry fell onto his hands and knees.

“Powerful.  Oh well.  Crucio.” Harry screamed out in pain.  Harry had lost his breath. “Even though you aren’t giving up now, we will see how long you can stay 'strong' over a period of time.  Now onto other business.  You are probably wondering why you are here.”

“Not really.”

“Don’t interrupt!  Cruc-” Harry reached for his wand, but it wasn’t there.  “You don’t know where your wand is. Look over there.”  Voldemort pointed to a podium covered in moss.  On top of it, was Harry’s wand, glowing red, just like his cage.

“Thank you for showing me where it is, Your Highness.”  Harry said sarcastically.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” yelled a black figure that had just appeared behind Harry.  “Crucio!”

“Ooow!”  That really hurt.

“Thank you Belitrix.”

“You’re welcome, My Lord.”

“Now, onto many other matters.  Belitrix, summon the other death eaters.”

“Yes, My Lord.”  She pulled up her sleeve and touched a dark mark on her arm.  In an instant, about twenty death eaters surrounded Harry.  They looked at Harry and started murmuring.  One voice in particular sounded familiar.

“Look father, it’s Potter.  Trapped again. Let's see how he will get out of this one again.”

Harry turned around and looked a shorter death eater.  “Malfoy?”

“Shut up, Potter!”

“Silence!” Everybody fell quiet.  “Now, since everybody is here, we will explain to Harry Potter what I, Lord Voldemort, will do to him.  You see, when I captured you, I had a plan.  I planned to kill you.  Although, I want you to suffer, so I didn’t just kill you on the spot, which was very hard.  The first part of the plan is complete, thanks to Belitrix, Lucius, and myself.  The second part I plan to do is to torture you.  Your friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger will go looking for you.  I plan to torture you until they get here.  When they do, I will imprison them so they can see their friend die at their feet.  I will not harm them, I will only harm you.  I promise.  If they do not show up, you will eventually go insane and possibly die of pain.

“Your wand.  You will probably try to get it.  If you do get your wand, you will be able to use it for fifteen seconds before it sends the Cruciatus curse on you.  Your cage will send the Cruciacus curse to you if you touch it.  Now, let the torturing begin.  First up will be Belitrix and Lucius.  By the way, the more people cursing you, the more painful it is.  Go ahead you two.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Belitrix said.  Lucius and Belitrix faced Harry and pointed their wands at him.

“Crucio!”  Belitrix and Lucius yelled at the same time.  Harry got thrown to the top of his cage, yelling in pain.  Then, once he hit the floor, he couldn’t get up.  “Ahhh!” Harry was yelling, but no noise was coming out.  The pain kept on coming.  He heard cheering coming from all around him.  When was this going to be over?        

“Belitrix, stop cursing him.  Let me do it,” ordered Voldemort.

The pain subsided for a second, and then came back on, more powerful then before.  Harry didn’t notice that he was yelling out in pain.

“Please, give me mercy.  Please, please!”  Harry couldn’t believe that he was begging.  Dumbledore was begging to Snape before he died.  Harry hoped that it was his time to go now.