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Harry Potter and The Inevitable by GinnyPotter0116
Chapter 6 : Chapter Six: Confusion and Curses
 
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*Contains scenes of mild violence*




 

 

Sirius snored softly on the table in the dining room of Grimmuald Place, his head laying on the top of his arms perched on the table. The clock chimed in the living room down the hall, announcing the time change from nine to ten, but neither the man on the couch sleeping or the man sleeping in the dining room seemed to notice nor wake up. The Weasley children and Hermione could be heard on the top floors in their rooms or in the halls, and Mr. and Mrs.Weasley could be heard yelling at them to be quiet and get ready for bed.
 


 

The only thing that did wake Sirius out of a dead sleep was a soft tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, and opened his bleary eyes to find the source. The same owl that brought the letters from both Voldemort and Harry was sitting on the table next to him, pecking its beak at his sleeve until he reached out a shaky hand to untie the letter upon its leg. Shooing the bird away from him, Sirius sat up in his chair and opened the letter carefully.
 


 

Unfolding the parchment, he saw immediately that it was Harry's untidy handwriting, but that was the only thing that he could understand of the letter. Galleon Tenth Lit? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Sirius looked around the room and found that damned black owl perched on the window still, as if watching for his reaction.

"Get out!" Sirius exclaimed loudly, waving his hands at the bird.
 


 

When his hand finally made contact with the owl, it screeched indignantly and loudly, finally flying out the window and back to its owner. Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, Sirius cursed under his breath, wondering who it was that he had woken up. Remus walked calmly into the room, his tired eyes wandering around to find the source of the noise, finally resting on Sirius.
 


 

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly.
 


 

Picking up the letter off the table, Sirius brandished it in front of Remus' face with fear etched on his own.


 


"Harry, he's nutters!" Sirius cried hysterically.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asked, shocked by his outburst.

Sirius gave him the letter, and watched as Remus read it and his eyebrows crease together as he mumbled the words on the parchment over and over again.
 
"Voldemort's done it, Harry's cracked!" Sirius was beside himself with worry and fear.

Remus shushed him, but it was too late. He could hear several footsteps coming down the stairs. 
 
"Look, Padfoot. Lets just call Dumbledore on the Floo and we'll see if he can understand the message." Remus suggested.

"What message?" A female voice asked by the door.
 
Turning their heads, Remus and Sirius saw Molly, Arthur, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George standing there. Sirius nodded his head at Remus, and walked past the ground of people gathered in the hall and made way for the fireplace down the hall in the living room.

"We got another message from Harry," Remus told the group, gesturing for them to sit down at the table.

"What did it say?" Molly asked eagerly.

"That's what has Sirius so worried, he doesn't understand what Harry put on it. Do any of you know what Galleon Tenth Lit means?" He addressed them.
 
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, while everyone else looked confused and worried.

"Galleon Tenth Lit." Remus repeated slowly.
 
"I have no idea what that means." Ron said with a tone of confusion.

"Neither do we. Sirius is going to ask Dumbledore if he does." Remus told them.
 
He looked around at everyone at the table, and found Molly and Arthur looking worried at each other, lost for words. Fred, George, and Ron were muttering quietly to one another, asking if any of them had heard the term before. But Hermione was mumbling the words under her breath like Remus had before, her eyebrows creased together as she tried to work out what the words could mean inside her head. After a few minutes of talking amongst each other, Sirius can back into the room with a grim expression. Before Remus could ask him anything, Sirius opened his mouth and answered the unspoken question.

"He doesn't know either. But he said that Voldemort wouldn't of driven Harry mad yet, he kept saying that Voldemort needed Harry sane try to get the information out of him, and that Harry's been gone for only two days so far. Dumbledore thinks that it's some kind of message Harry wanted to give us."

"But we don't understand the message at all." Arthur said, worry plastered on his face.

"Can I see the letter?" Hermione asked suddenly.
 
Sirius nodded and handed her the letter, and they all watched as she studied the piece of parchment. After a minute of silence Hermione looked up with a grin on her face.

"What is it?" Ron asked her, understanding something the others didn't.
 
"Of course, Harry made the message this way so You-Know-Who wouldn't be able to understand it! It's a anagram! All we have to do is place the letters in the right order, and it'll tell us what Harry is really saying." Hermione responded.

Everyone in the room looked at her in awe, surprised how quickly she understood what Harry was doing.
 
"Brilliant." Remus whispered, and summoned a piece of parchment and a quill with ink and sat down at the table next to Hermione.

"Now," Sirius said, sitting down next to Remus, "All we need to do is figure it out."




 

 

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"Now, Potter," Voldemort continued, watching the owl that had Harry's letter to prove he was alive fly away, "Back to the matters at hand. What does Dumbledore and his Order Member's have in store for me and my Death Eaters?"
 


 

Harry rolled his eyes, "As if he would tell a teenager his plans to stop the Dark Lord." Harry didn't bother to keep the sarcasm out of his mouth.

"No, but I would expect him to tell The-Boy-Who-Lived his plans to stop the Dark Lord and his followers."

"Than your a bigger prat than I had thought." Harry muttered, not thinking much of what he was saying.
 


 

With a swipe of his wand Voldemort added another cut to the growing amount Harry had, and dropped his voice to a dangerous sounding whisper.

"You know that I can kill at any time I want, this very moment if I please."

Harry looked up from the cut he was inspecting on his stomach, and glared at the pale face staring at him angrily.
 
"You could, but you won't." Harry said, not knowing how much he would regret muttering the words later.

Voldemort tried to keep his features calm on his face, but the ugly glare would not budge as he stared at the teenager that dared to defy him. Turning away from Harry and to his Death Eaters, Voldemort's growing irritation with the situation slowly started to show, and how far he would be willing to go to get Harry to tell him everything he wanted.

"It seems young Mr. Potter doesn't understand how things work around here yet. Shall we all show him were his place is here?" He asked his servants, slowly starting to point his wand in Harry's direction.

Seeing the understanding nods of everyone else in the room, Harry tensed as a feeling of unease swept through him. What was going to happen to him? Then Harry felt fear hit him strongly as if he had been struck by lightning as the Death Eaters started to pull out their wands and point them at Harry as well. He knew something bad was coming his way, and knew it would hurt badly. Harry tried to prepare his body for the incoming impact, but nothing that he could of done would of prepared him for what was about to happen.
 


 

"On the count of three?" Voldemort asked.

Mummers of 'yes' rang in the room, and Voldemort slowly counted to three as he gave Harry an evil smirk.

"Crucio!" Four voices yelled at the same time.
 


 

Agony. Pain beyond anything he had expirienced pierced his body as he fell sideways to the floor and screamed out, his body convulsing on the ground. Harry clamped his eyes shut and his back arched off the ground, desperately trying to rid some of the pain consuming him. Harry bit down on his lip to stop himself screaming, fearing his throat might tear from it, but Harry could feel blood running off his lip as he bit down on it with full force. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the curses were taken off of him, leaving his crumpled form twitching on the ground.

Gasping for breath, Harry felt his body go limp as he laid on the ground, taking in the relief it needed. But Harry felt like he would pass out any moment, and hoped he would, for pain was still coursing through him, just not as fiercely as before. Harry looked around as his vision got more blurry, and swore he saw Snape looking at him with wide eyes and fear plastered across his features before his eyes fluttered close and he faintly heard Voldemort order a Death Eater to take him back to his cell. If things continued to go this way while he was here, Harry knew he would be either dead or insane by the time he was found.


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  With a small 'pop!', a man in a dark cloak Apparated in the small town of Hogsmeade, and hurried up the pathway to the large castle on the high cliff. Snape had never seen the Dark Lord use that can of technic before on a prisoner, and feared for Potter as he ran and pushed the Castle doors open. Snape ran down corridors as he made his way down to the dungeons, hoping he had enough Pain Reliever Potion on stock. On his way he almost ran into Dumbledore, and did not stop to apologize as he continued his way.


 


But he could hear Dumbledore following quietly behind him, and Snape could of cared less. Finally making his way down the steps that would led him into his chambers, Snape pushed the door open and hurried in.


 


"What has happened, Severus?" Dumbledore asked as he watched Snape riffle through his stock of potions.


 


"The Dark Lord- I've never seen such, such cruelty." Snape sounded as if he was hyperventilating.


 


"What did Voldemort do to Harry?" Dumbledore asked, the words coming out more harshly than he intended.


 


"He had a few Death Eaters help him put the Cruciatus Curse on Harry."


 


Dumbledore sucked in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, fearing for the boys sanity more than he had before. Only moments ago Sirius had called for him, crying that Harry had finally lost his mind, because he couldn't understand what a letter that Harry wrote had meant. Dumbledore wanted to believe Harry would be alright, but the poor boy still had to be in agony from the Curses that hit him.


 


"Hurry then, Severus. Make sure you are not caught." Dumbledore told him.


 


Snape griped the potion tightly in his hand and nodded, hurrying out of the door and out of the castle, running towards the Apperation Point in Hogsmeade. He just hoped that he could get the potion to Harry in time.


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A/N: I know I don't really do cruel torture in my stories, but I believe that Voldemort would do this if he was pushed enough by Harry. I'm sorry if you did not like it, and don't hesitate to tell me so. As I always ask, please leave me reviews, I would love to hear from you!




 
 
 


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