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Chapter 4 : Chapter Four: Second Thoughts
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Harry didn't believe it to be possible that Voldemort could come up with anything else more cruel and twisted than what he had just done, but Harry had heard a hint of insanity in his voice when Voldemort talked, and knew if it continued to stay it was only going to get worse for him. The thought made Harry shudder. Please figure out the anagram. Harry thought desperately. Anyone. Hermione, Remus, Ron, Ginny-. He stopped his thoughts on the red-headed girl's image in his mind, and couldn't help but think of how pretty she was. Harry shook his head as he pulled his knees close to his chest and rested his elbows on them. Stop it, he told himself. She's Ron's sister, you can't think of her like that. Harry then tried to think of Cho, the pretty Ravenclaw a year ahead of him, but now she seemed as appealing as Hermione was to him. There seemed to be no attraction towards her anymore.
He must have fallen asleep pondering over everything, because the next thing he knew his breakfast tray held food and light crept in though cracks on the wall. Harry looked at his glass of water and noticed a small vial that sat next to it, and looked down at it with confusion. What is this? Some kind of joke? He reached out and grasped the small bottle in his hand, and pulled it close enough to his face so he could read it. Pain Reliever, it read in familiar handwriting. His mind focused back on the pain in his body as he read it again, and it hit him like a ton of bricks. The pain he had tried to ignore this whole entire time took all his attention now. Without thinking, Harry uncorked the small vial and poured the potion down his throat, and waited for the affects to hit. Very slowly, Harry felt the pain start to ebb away, like water going down a drain, until it felt like the pain he got from his scar at times. But it was better than what it was before, he could manage it.
Harry sighed as he leaned back into the wall more, his body finally able to relax more, and took a piece of stale white bread off the tray and started to chew on it. In his mind, Harry silently thanked the person that had slipped him the potion, and then started to wonder who had enough pity for him to give him the potion in the first place.
Almost as quiet as a mouse, Albus Dumbledore flooed into the fireplace at Grimmauld Place. His face showed the tiredness he felt inside, for he had not slept at all last night, because of his worry for Harry. He could hear that everyone was in the dining room, eating what was always a fantastic meal cooked by Molly. Muttering a 'good morning' to everyone, he sat down by Sirius and Arthur at the table, and started to pick out food he knew he would hardly eat. Remus picked up on his odd behavior instantly and gave him a confused look. Dumbledore gave a pointed nod in the direction of the teenagers at the table, and Remus gave him a slight nod of his head in understanding. Hermione, Molly, Arthur, and Sirius all noticed but knew not to say anything.
After a good twenty minutes of polite conversation and eating, Molly took everyone's empty plate's to the sink with a flick of her wand. Dumbledore sat up from his chair and was about to offer to help clean the table, when they all heard a knock at the door. Dumbledore, who was closest to the door, took out his wand from his pocket and slowly opened the door.
"Severus," Dumbledore said in surprise, "I did not expect to see you so soon."
Snape walked in the doorway, and him and Dumbledore walked into the dining room together. Sirius as always gave him a cold glare, while Remus tried to smile politely, but it looked more like a grimace. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny did not know what to think of him, so kept their faces blank. Fred and George had joined Sirius by glaring at him too, not feeling an ounce of trust towards their Potions Master.
"Severus needs to speak to us. Molly, Arthur, Sirius, and Remus, please join us in the living room." Dumbledore said, making a point to the kids not to come.
"Why not us? Me and Fred are of age!" George spoke, obvious anger in his voice.
"You have news on Harry, don't you? Why can't we join?" Ron spoke up as well.
"Silence!" Molly yelled in a scolding tone, "None of you have a choice in the matter, you are not joining the Order!"
"We didn't ask to join the Order," Ron said, pointing to Hermione, Ginny, and himself, "But we all should know how Harry's doing. Apart of the Order or not."
Molly huffed angrily at her children, about to scold them again, but Arthur put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Molly, Ron has a point. They should know how Harry is doing, he is their friend after all." He said in a calm voice.
Not about to give her a chance to respond, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George hurried out of their seats and joined the adults walking into the living room. When everyone was settled in a seat, Remus spoke up.
"What do you know? How is Harry?" He asked.
"Potter... he wasn't okay before, but I was able to slip him a Pain Reliever Potion on his tray with his food this morning." Snape answered, but evaded the real question.
"What happened to him? What did the bastard do?" Sirius asked, his voice sharp.
"I don't think the children should be in here to hear this." Dumbledore said as he saw Snape glance at them.
"Is it that bad?" Arthur asked in a shocked voice.
"I'm afraid it is." Dumbledore replied.
"We don't care how bad it is," Ginny spoke up before anyone else could, "We want to know what happened."
Snape sighed and bit his bottom lip, and pondered whether or not he should tell them, but he knew that they would figure it out somehow, they somehow always did.
"The Dark Lord is losing patience with Potter," He began, "He won't give him any information and he uses too much sarcasm. He is usually being dragged away from the Dark Lord unconscious by the end of their conversations."
Everyone in the room hung onto every word he spoke, and he stopped speaking for a moment so they could process what he just told them before he continued.
"But last night the Dark Lord had enough, he lost it for a moment. I could not believe what he had the other Death Eaters join him in, it was sick and cruel." Snape shuddered as the memory played out in his head for a moment.
Worried and concerned looks were etched on everyone's faces, and they waited for Snape to finally tell them what was so bad that happened to Harry.
"He and five other Death Eaters put Harry under the Cruciatus Curse at the same time," Horrified gasps rang throughout the room, "But I couldn't do it, all I could do was watch. I could not believe what I was seeing, all I knew was that I could do was slip him a potion afterwards to help with the pain. He was still unconscious this morning when I slipped him the potion in his cell."
Molly had tears streaming down her face, and Arthur hugged her tightly to him. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George did not know how the pain felt of the curse, but knew it hurt bad enough with just one curse, they couldn't imagine having six put on themselves at the same time. Sirius put his head in his hands and hid his face from everyone, while Remus just stared at nothing, a look of shock upon his face. This isn't good, Harry's going to be insane by the time we find him, Remus couldn't help but think.
"I thought you just told me last night Voldemort wouldn't do anything to make him nutters, that he needed Harry!" Sirius said to Dumbledore angrily.
"Just as Severus said, it seems Voldemort finally lost patience with him, and will do anything to make Harry talk. What is it that Voldemort is asking him to tell, Severus?" Dumbledore said.
"The Dark Lord keeps asking about your plans for him and his Death Eaters, Albus. And he keeps asking about the contents of the Prophesy." Severus replied.
Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his hand across his face, while the kids looked up in confusion, and Molly, Arthur, Remus, and Sirius all look appalled.
"But Harry doesn't know anything about your plans, why would you even tell him? And the Prophesy, Harry knows nothing about the Prophesy." Remus muttered, sounding as if he was explaining it to a small child.
"I didn't want Harry to find out about the Prophesy this way." Sirius said, his eyes shut tight.
"Excuse me, but what Prophesy are you talking about?" Hermione asked from her place on the couch.
"There was a Prophesy made long ago about Voldemort and Harry, and it is the key to destroying Voldemort for good." Dumbledore told her gently.
"The Dark Lord is determined to find out everything that it says, and assumes Potter knows it by now." Snape told them.
"But he doesn't." Ron muttered with a sigh.
"Exactly, and that is why we need to hurry up and find him soon. Remus, would you please show me the anagram Harry sent earlier?" Dumbledore asked.
Remus nodded and got off his couch and hurried into the kitchen were they had set it last night, grabbed it and went back into the room, and handed it to Dumbledore. He held it close to his face, reading it and muttering the words under his breath. Dumbledore then did as Remus did last night, and summoned a piece of parchment and a quill.
"We tried to figure it out last night, Professor. But nothing made sense." Fred said as they watched Dumbledore write something down.
"Ah, but you will find that I am particularly skilled with riddles, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore told him, then crossed out something he wrote down and started writing something new.
No one spoke as Dumbledore studied the piece of parchment, and tried out a word he thought it might form on his own piece. Suddenly realization crossed his old face, and pointed at words on the parchment and puzzled them together in his brain. He wrote down a word or two on his piece of parchment and circled it, then pushed it over towards were Snape sat, who gave a small nod of his head. Then he pushed it over to where Sirius and Remus sat. Sirius picked up the parchment and read the circled words, then handed it to Remus with a look of dread on his face.
"You've got to be joking," Remus muttered with wide eyes, "That's the last place I would of checked!"
"What does it say?" Molly asked.
"If you will excuse me, I need to call our Order Members that are in the Auror Department." Dumbledore muttered, and got out of his seat and went over to the fire.
Remus pushed the parchment towards them, and the kids along with Molly and Arthur stretched their necks to read the words. Little Hangleton.
Sleep came on and off to Harry for the rest of the day, and he desperately tried not to think more about what would happen to him in this hell. He just wished he was back at Grimmauld Place with Sirius, Remus, and the Weasley's, eating dinner and chatting like the day he was captured. It felt like he had taken that for granted before, because he had been worried over what everyone would think of him to even appreciate what had been in front of him. And now it was gone, and for how long he did not know. Then, he heard the dreaded footsteps come down the hallway, and the familiar mutter by the doorway to unlock the door.
Harry looked up as the door opened and found it was a single short Death Eater this time, Voldemort must of thought he didn't have much of a fight left in him anymore after yesterday. How wrong he was. As the masked Death Eater made to grab him by the arm, Harry swung his arm around and punched him square in the face, which sent the man stumbling into the wall behind him. The mask on his face fell off and revealed none other than Peter Pettigrew.
"You!" Harry gasped, anger rising quickly inside him.
Peter did not answer, but pulled his wand out and pointed it in Harry's direction. He made another grab at Harry, feeling bolder because of the wand in his hand, but Harry still reacted. He kicked out and hit Peter between the thighs, and Peter give a small whimper of pain as he doubled over for a moment before he straightened and glared at Harry. Now it was Peter who reacted. He muttered a spell under his breath, and it hit Harry square in the chest. Harry sagged against the wall, unable to move any of his limbs, and Peter lifted him up with his wand and floated Harry with him down the corridors. Harry could feel his temper rising, and cursed out Peter inside his head and wished nothing more than to shout them out at him, but found he couldn't. When they reached the door that held Voldemort behind it, anger quickly turned into fear. What would happen to him now? He knew he wasn't going to give Voldemort anything he asked. Peter pushed the door open with his metal hand, and they found Voldemort sitting alone on his thorn chair. Without a word Peter undid the curse on Harry, which made him fall onto his knees and barely caught himself from falling flat on his face, and shut the door as he left.
"Do you feel like talking now, Potter? The pain too much to take anymore?" Voldemort asked, his tone sarcastic.
"I can handle it." Harry muttered, and refused to look up at Voldemort.
"For now, but later you might think otherwise." Voldemort told him with a small chuckle.
If I can think at all, Harry thought bitterly. He did not answer, but he waited for Voldemort to continue. Voldemort studied him for a minute, he looked both curious and confused at the same time.
"You seem to be handling the pain from last night better than I expected." He muttered with a hand on his chin.
"It starts to wear off after a while." Harry lied.
"Good, I can't have you going insane on me yet, Potter. I still need that information from you."
Harry gave a small snort. He found he was oddly amused that Voldemort was still trying to get him to talk. Voldemort ignored him.
"Now, the Prophesy. I suggest you start talking now, or I'll continue my methods of persuasion." Voldemort threatened.
"What's there to talk about it? I haven't got the slightest clue about what your going on about." Harry told him.
Voldemort glared at him, and Harry could see anger rising to his face. This isn't good, Harry thought vaguely. Voldemort then pointed his wand at Harry, and he clenched his fingers into fists on his knee. Harry then felt as if a long claw was scraping down his back, the nails digging into his flesh. This time he couldn't hold back his cry of pain. He arched his back as if to escape it, but it only followed him. Harry closed his eyes to hide some of the pain he was in, and could feel the blood start to soak through the back of his shirt.
"Enough cheek, Potter! I want to know about the Prophesy, and now!" Voldemort shouted at him as he waved his wand threateningly towards Harry.
"Don't you need me alive to trade off for your Death Eaters with Dumbledore?" Harry asked suddenly.
"That isn't for another few days, Potter. And I did not promise to have you in any good condition, just that I would bring you to trade." Voldemort snapped at him.
Harry grimaced at his words, and knew they were true. A few days, he then thought hopefully. Then I'll be back with Remus, Sirius, and the Weasley's. You can hold up until then. The thought somehow comforted him. Harry tried to ignore the warm blood that was now trickling down his back, Harry looked up at Voldemort.
"What do you know about the Prophesy?" Harry asked curiously.
"All I know is that there was to be a boy born at the end of July to parents who had escaped me three times. That the boy would have the power to vanquish me somehow." Voldemort responded with coldness.
Harry shuddered. That was why Voldemort came after him when he was a baby? Because he heard about a stupid Prophesy! Harry remembered Professor McGonagall telling him in his third year that not all Prophecy's had to be fulfilled, that you could go about your life without even acknowledging it.
"So that's the reason why you tried to kill me? Why you want to kill me? Because of some bloody Prophesy?!" Harry tried to yell, but his voice was hoarse.
"I cannot kill you until I know everything of what that Prophesy says." Voldemort told him.
Oh, now I'm convinced I should tell you." Harry scoffed under his breath.
Harry's head felt like it was spinning. This was the reason that everything happened to him? It's the secret weapon, he thought suddenly. Sirius knew about the Prophesy, then why didn't he tell me? Harry felt somewhat betrayed, he out of anyone should know what this Prophesy said. Closing his eyes as if to calm himself, Harry took a deep breath.
"You know as much about the Prophesy as I do, then." Harry said.
"Liar." Voldemort hissed.
"Honesty," Harry muttered, but knew it was useless.
He gave a soft groan as he was hit with a Cutting Curse hit the back of his hand, and felt the blood start to trickle down his hand. If Voldemort kept hitting him with these, Harry would bleed out before Voldemort got him to talk. Harry sighed, then looked back at Voldemort defiantly.
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