A/N- I was bored so I started this story. I know that J.K said that Blaise was a girl, but in my story she’s a girl. If you don’t like it then don’t read. Consider it an AU type of thing. This will be a Harry/Blaise.

“Stupefy!” Harry muttered and rolled to the side as a spell flew over his shoulder. It was the summer after his fifth year. He cast several more spells, each more powerful than the last. He had been weeding the garden when he had been attacked, the wards that Dumbledore had promised proving to be ineffective. Luckily, he had been practising his spells, with Dumbledore getting permission for him to use magic.

A flash of silver and a searing pain across his torso was the only indication that he had been hit. He was still too high of Adrenaline, cursing and hexing any Death Eater that got in his way. He sent a lance of sparkling white magic that collided with a Death Eater and banished several of the bastards away from him. They were being careful not to kill him, Harry noted. It was a pity for them that he didn’t hold the same views. Harry grinned when he set a Death Eater on fire. Then, Harry collapsed as a full thud echoed in his head.

Harry grunted as he was dumped painfully onto a cold and hard stone floor. He looked up, his emerald eyes smouldering at the dark robed form of Voldemort.

“Long time no see Tom.” He said, smirking.

Voldemort only smiled. “Do not think that you can anger me into a mistake, I have learnt my lesson since the Triwizard Tournament. I will not be deterred by foolish words.”

“I bet your father didn’t think they were foolish.” Harry spat out.

“That doesn’t make sense. I seem to recall murdering my father a long time ago.” Voldemort said. “Now, I will be blunt. I want the prophecy.”

“What prophecy?” Harry said as he shielded his mind. The summer had seen him learn Occlumency and Legilimency and Voldemort would be hard pressed to get through.

“The one at the Department of Mysteries.” Voldemort said calmly.

“Oh! THAT prophecy.” Harry said then sneered. “It means Nanya.”

“Nanya?” Voldemort asked.

“Nanya. Nanya fucking business!” Harry spat out.

“Crucio!” Voldemort said lazily and Harry screamed as a searing pain echoed through his body. When the spell was lifted, Harry panted, his mind racing in order to keep himself alive. He bought his Occlumency shields up to full strength, and layered a wall of lies in front of it.

“ALRIGHT!” Harry shouted desperately. He had always wanted to try acting, why not now?

“Pity. Broken so easily.” Voldemort sneered. His crimson eyes bore into Harry’s. “What is it?”

“I can’t recall the exact wording.” Harry said. “WAIT!” He cried out as Voldemort lifted his wand. “It said something about the connection tying our life forces together and if the giver strikes down the connector, then both shall die but if the connector strikes down the giver, the connection is broken.”

Voldemort froze. Sensing no lies, he used his Legilimency and found that the boy was telling the truth. “I see.” He hissed out. “I think I understand. If I kill you, I die along with you. But, if you kill me you shall live.”

Harry nodded slowly, smirking inside. What an idiot!

“So, I have no option but to keep you alive.” Voldemort said and clicked his fingers. A dark robed figure entered the room.

“My lord?” The figure asked. Harry blinked in shock. He knew that voice!

“Blaise, take Mr Potter down to Cell Block #4D. No one is to cause him harm. Inform Bellatrix she will be able to play with him is she feels like, but no harm is to come of him.” Voldemort instructed. “You are lucky Potter. But once I break the connection then we shall see your limits of pain.”

Harry was levitated down the hallway. “So Zabini, I didn’t expect you to become Voldemort’s lapdog.” He said.

“Shut up Potter. I live to serve him.” Blaise said coolly. She had black hair that was tied back in a ponytail, flashing blue eyes and a short temper. She was also incredibly beautiful, a fact that Harry noted, with angel-like features, eyes like shining gems, silky strands of hair. Not to mention a slim and lean body with nice breasts. Fuck, she was hot.

“Really?” Harry said mockingly. “I would have expected better for a pureblood to serve a Halfblood like him.”

Blaise laughed. “Oh Potter! You really think that the majority of the Death Eaters care that he isn’t Pure? He is powerful, that is all that matters.”

“Yeah, Yeah.” Harry muttered. “Heard it all before.”

“Shut up!” Blaise snapped.

“You know, you’re very hot when you get angry.” Harry remarked.

Blaise ignored him as she levitated him towards the cells. When they reached it, she unfroze the levitation spell.

Harry quickly jumped up and grabbed Blaise, pushing her towards the wall. She cursed and dropped her wand as Harry gripped her wrists above her head and pinned down her legs.

“Can I have a good luck kiss?” Harry whispered and Blaise swallowed nervously. He shouldn’t be doing this, she thought, and she should be resisting more.

Harry moved in closer and Blaise unconsciously parted her lips. He looked menacing, his dark silky hair covering his face, his growth spurt making him 5’7, to her 5’4, his bright green eyes gleaming. She could feel his muscles on her body, pressing into her. He looked bloody handsome.

Harry was about to lean forward when someone grabbed him and shoved him in the cell. Blaise composed herself and nodded her thanks to the guard.

Harry said nothing as he was shoved into a small dark cell. It was about 4 metres wide. There were no windows, and only a small conjured ball of light that lit the place. There was a toilet on one side, but the most interesting thing was the King-sized bed in the middle. It had solid gold bedposts, and small gems planted inside the frame.

“Wow! Do you treat all your prisoners like this?” Harry asked.

“Hardly.” Blaise snorted as she locked the door. “But Bellatrix requested it. She has plans for you Potter.” Blaise said while sounding displeased.

Harry was dozing slightly when the door of his cell was slammed open. He opened his eyes quickly and saw the intruder. It was a beautiful 30 something year old woman, with long shimmering black hair and light purple eyes.

“Bellatrix!” Harry hissed angrily. Bellatrix smirked.

“Oh, I’m so touched that you remember me.” She said.

Harry said nothing, but glared at the older witch.

“Wipe that look off your face, didn’t your mother ever teach you that.” Bellatrix said and sniggered, “Oops, I forgot, you never had a mother!”

“You stupid Bitch!” Harry shouted and moved forward with the intent of killing her. Chains that suddenly shackled themselves around his wrists and legs held him back and he fell forward, flat on his face. A long, slender hand lifted his head.

“The little boy is all tied up.” Bellatrix murmured as her hands caressed his hair. “But the little boy isn’t so little anymore.”

Harry narrowed his eyes before stiffening as a pair of soft lips ravaged his mouth. He was too stunned to do anything and Bellatrix broke apart. “I wonder if the mutt cried when he realised he was going to die? He always was a coward.”

Harry growled in rage and when the lips came back, he kissed back roughly, pouring all his rage into it. Harry tried to move his arm to pull her forward but remembered his position and suddenly stopped, cursing his hormones.

 Bellatrix pulled back, breathless and her face flushed.

“Why Potter.” She growled. “That was almost satisfactory.”

Harry sneered, and Bellatrix smirked. She stood and brushed herself off. “That was a little sample of what you could get. Join us Harry. We could make you great.” She said, her eyes boring into Harry’s.

Harry was silent. Bellatrix smirked. “Think about it. You could become the Dark Lord’s second in command. I currently hold that position but would gladly give it up. You could have everything and anything you wanted…me for example, or would you rather Zabini? Maybe Malfoy, if you swing that way. You would be revered wherever you went.”

Harry glared at the witch and stuck out his tongue childishly

Bellatrix snorted for a second, before coughing to hide it. “Are you 6, or 16?” she muttered.

“Physically 16, mentally…well, my therapist won’t look at me in the eyes so…” Harry trailed off.

“Very funny Potter.” Bellatrix said and scowled. “Bloody smartarse, just like your mother.”

“Why thankyou, I haven’t felt this flattered ever since Voldemort called me a worthless brat.” Harry said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t speak his name!” Bellatrix hissed.

“Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort. Volde…ARGH!” Harry screamed as the Cruciatus curse was placed on him. It vanished after a few seconds, leaving Harry trembling. He muttered several swear words and hissed an expletive in Parseltongue. He heard an intake of breathe and saw Bellatrix quickly back out of the room. The door slammed shut and Harry’s shackles fell off, leaving Harry to his thoughts and to rub his sore ankles and wrists.

Harry was bored. Utterly and totally bored. So bored that he was reduced to glaring at himself in the mirror (Which was unbreakable).

“You talking to me?” Harry growled. He glanced from side to side. Returning his hard gaze on the mirror, he growled in anger.

“I don’t see anyone else around, so you must be talking to me.” His reflection opted a look of surprise.

“Yeah don’t look so surprised.” Harry sneered. He kicked out and toppled to mirror over. “Fucking hell! I’m so damn bored.”

Ever since his little encounter with Bellatrix, he had been left alone for two days. Food had been bought in magically, and he had eaten it all down, savouring the good quality of it. He sighed and drummed his fingers. “1,2,3,4,5,6,7…”

“12333,12334,12335,12336,12337,” Harry continued counting. He glanced around the room again, before eyeing his plastic spoon. He stopped counting and slowly, a plan began to hatch. “Damn I’m good.” He whispered.

“ZABINI! GET YOUR FINE LOOKING ARSE IN HERE!” Harry screamed out. He had been calling for over five minutes and still she hadn’t answered. Finally, someone opened the eye hatch of his door. “What’dya want?” The Death Eater growled.

“Where’s Zabini?” Harry asked curiously.

“Meeting. Now what is it?” The Death Eater snapped angrily.

“How come you’re not at it?” Harry pressed, a thought forming in his mind.

“Inner Circle only.” The man grumbled, clearly displeased at his position.

Harry smirked. “I want to make a deal with Lord Voldemort.”

The Death Eater winced but looked interested. “What kind of deal?”

“Information for some niceties in here.” Harry said carelessly. “Very valuable information.”

“Really?” The Death Eater said. Looking over his shoulder, he cleared his throat. “What kind of information?”

“Information that might get certain Death Eaters promoted to the Inner Circle if they bought me to the meeting.” Harry said slyly.

The Death Eater grinned in excitement. Then he frowned. “How do I know that this isn’t a trick? Maybe is should tell the Dark Lord and let him deal with it.”

Harry looked shocked. “And interrupt a Inner Circle meeting? Are you fucking insane?” he snapped. “A meeting with Voldemort, Bellatrix, Rodolphous, Lucius…do you want to die?”

The Death Eater shivered and glanced apprehensively over his shoulder. “Alright.” He said at last. “But if this is a trick…”

“How could I trick you? I’m stuck in here with no wand.” Harry encouraged.

The Death Eater opened the deadbolts on the cell door and Harry smirked. As soon as the Death Eater came in, Harry leapt forward and smashed a heavy metal chair over his head. The Death Eater crumpled to the ground.

“Maybe I didn’t need that plastic spoon after all.” Harry mused as he grabbed the Death Eaters wand and slipped on the Death Eater robe before walking out the door after he bound the fallen Death Eater.

Harry crept along the damp and dark dungeons. Several times a patrol of Death Eaters would walk past, talking and chatting with each other. Harry would pull the hood down and put on the mask and nod respectfully at them as he walked past. Soon, after a confusing five minutes of hallways and corridors, he spotted a staircase and grinned.

ATTENTION! WE HAVE A BREAKOUT FROM CELL BLOCK #4D! I REPEAT, ESCAPEE PRISONER FROM CELL BLACK #4D, NAMED HARRY POTTER! APPREHEND AT ALL COSTS! HE MUST BE TAKEN ALIVE!

Harry groaned softly and started jogging up the stairs. A nearby Death Eater hailed him while Harry saw several Death Eater’s looking around, some watching him with suspicion.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked Harry. Harry scowled aimed his wand.

“We have a loose prisoner in the building! Find him or else!” Harry growled in a deep rumbling voice. The Death Eater paled and ran down the stairs.

“Oh, by the way. Crucio!” Harry said, drawing his rage at the thought of Voldemort. The Death Eater screamed and fell to his knees and Harry quickly released the curse. “Never show such a blatant lack of respect again.” Harry saw the Death Eater’s watching him turn away; apparently satisfied that Harry Potter would never use such Dark Magic.

The Death Eater gasped and ran away, leaving Harry to jog up the stairs.

Voldemort was in the middle of a meeting when the alarm wailed and the announcement was shouted. He growled and turned to his inner circle. “FIND HIM!”

They all quickly bowed and ran out the door. Among them was Severus Snape, who was wondering how exactly Potter had got himself in this mess. The Order didn’t know he was missing yet, having received a note from Harry two days ago. A lot could happen in two days though.

Severus brushed past a Death Eater as he whirled along the corridor. Any other Death Eater would have mistaken his rush for a desire to please his lord but Severus wanted to grab the brat and leave, effectively blowing his cover as well.

“Excuse me.” A Death Eater said as he pushed past Severus. Severus frowned. No Death Eater was that polite.

“Potter?” he whispered and the Death Eater froze. Slowly he turned, green eyes peeking from behind a silver mask.

“Snape?” Potter muttered.

“You idiot! What are you doing?” Severus hissed.

“What the fuck does it look like?” Potter snapped softly before glancing over Severus’s shoulder at the figure approaching. “Shit! It’s him. Act like your requesting information or something and punish me for being disrespectful.”

“What?” Severus hissed. Surely Potter didn’t mean…

“It’ll make you look good.” Potter hissed and straightened his shoulders. In a loud voice, very different from his own he spoke. “Potter has been sighted near the Kitchens Sir!” He said.

“Good!” Severus sneered, playing along. “Have you sent any squads in, Wilson?”

“Yes Sir! We found an unconscious guard in the cell. The fool was stupid enough to let Potter escape. Why the Dark Lord uses such morons, I never know.”

Severus raised his wand and uttered. “Crucio!”

Harry screamed in pain and dropped to his knees. Inside however, he was smiling in triumph.

Severus released the curse. “Never disrespect the Dark Lord again or I’ll have you killed!”

Harry drew in a shaky breath. “Y-Yes Sir! I d-didn’t mean disrespect!”

“Very well fool. Now go find him! Search the entrance hall on the third floor!” Severus snapped, trying to clue him in.

“Yes Sir! I’ll go right away!” Harry said and ran past Snape but paused when he saw Voldemort watching. Dropping to his knees, he bowed his head forward. “Milord!” he gasped.

Voldemort sneered and walked past him. “Severus! How does it go?”

Severus bowed deeply. “Master, several sightings of him along the 2nd floor kitchens. Death Eater squads have been sent in.”

“Good. Make sure he isn’t killed.” Voldemort hissed. He whirled around and kicked the kneeling Harry in the back, who fell to the floor. Voldemort glanced into his eyes. “If I ever find that you disrespected me, the consequences will be severe.”

“Y-Yes M-M-Mas-s-te-ter!” Harry stuttered.

“Another Wormtail.” Voldemort sneered and walked off.

“Potter!” Severus hissed. Harry pulled himself up and staggered.

“So, I can get out on the third floor?” Harry asked, shaking his head to remove the lingering effects of Cruciatus.

“That’s correct. Once you are out the door walk to the village and hail a muggle taxi. Head for HQ.” Severus hissed and stalked off.

Voldemort was walking towards the kitchens when he frowned. That Death Eater’s eyes, they looked familiar. A bright green like that…POTTER!

Harry had entered the second floor when he saw several Death Eater’s running towards him.

“STOP! STUPEFY!” One of them yelled. Harry whirled around and muttered an incantation and the spell bounced off a glowing pale blue shield. He sidestepped and sent a barrage of curses down the corridor. The Death Eaters were hit by various spells, but several of them staggered forwards.

“Expelliarmus!” One of them shouted. Harry deflected it with ease and flicked the wand. The wand wasn’t as good as his wand but it would do. The Death Eater screamed as he was banished into a wall, his head cracking loudly on the stone. It proved the distraction he needed and he opened the first door he came to and staggered in.

“Colloportus!” Harry muttered and the door glowed for a second. He turned around and saw himself in a small room. Opening another door, he raced down a corridor and opened the door at the end. He quickly closed it as he saw a Death Eater squad rush past. He heard a banging on the door and frowned.

“REDUCTO!” The Death Eater screamed and the door splintered as it was crushed off its hinges. Eight Death Eaters rushed in and scanned the room.

“Where is he?” one of them shouted.

“Look!” Another one said, pointing towards the open door. The raced down the corridor and rushed out the other door, which was also open, leaving the room silent as the shouts grew fainter. Then there was a snickering and Harry shimmered into existence as he removed the disillusionment charm on himself.

“Morons.” He muttered and headed towards the door. Suddenly, a blur of red slammed into him and he was propelled back into the dusty room.

“You’re the moron Potter.” Said Blaise as she walked in, clutching his wand from the powerful disarming hex.

“Gee, thanks.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “Oh, Blaise! A pleasure to see your beautiful face.”

Blaise scowled. “I could kill you right here and all you do is flirt with me?”

“Well, it’s either flirt and threaten you with my muggle rubber duck.” Harry shrugged and stood up, unconcerned about the two wands aimed at him.

“Shut up!” Blaise snapped. Her silky hair swayed as she swaggered towards her prey. Harry lay still, until she came close enough and he grabbed her ankle and tugged on it. Blaise fell with a short scream and Harry lunged for the wands. She slapped him hard and Harry winced before backhanding her. The wands scattered across the floor.

“Fuck you Potter!” Blaise grunted as she struggled to pin him down.

“Please do.” Harry said and winked. Blaise started, and Harry pushed with all his might and pushed Blaise off him and pinned her down to the ground, straddling her waist. “Well, what do I do know?” Harry mused.

“Go to hell.” Blaise gasped. Harry frowned.

“That’s not very nice.” He said and he frisked her, checking for any other weapons. She had none, but Harry noticed that she quivered when his hands brushed her ribs.

“What’s this?” Harry said and danced his fingertips across her stomach again. Blaise giggled, before turning red in the face.

Harry laughed. “You’re ticklish!” he exclaimed in delight.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you!” Blaise hissed before snorting in laughter as Harry brushed his fingers across her stomach again, before trailing them higher and higher. Blaise had stopped laughing and was looking very uncomfortable

“Don’t.” she whispered.

“Don’t what?” Harry asked as he let his hands caress her breast through her robe.

Blaise gasped as a tingle ran through her body. “Don’t do that.” She said in a ragged breath. Harry said nothing and let his other hand trace her face, fingertips running over her cheeks, nose and hair. Blaise had her eyes closed and gasped when Harry stroked her hair.

“Don’t do this?” Harry asked softly. “Are you sure?”

There was a loud commotion and Harry whirled around as he heard thundering footsteps. He lunged for a wand but Blaise tripped him as he moved and he landed awkwardly.

“He’s in here!” Blaise screamed and Harry growled as the door was smashed open…again, and Death Eater’s poured in. thinking quickly, he lunged at Blaise and grabbed her from behind. Taking out his secret weapon, he held it against her throat.

“Move and I’ll kill her.” Harry warned. The Death Eater’s shifted uneasily. It was a well-known fact that Blaise was a favourite of the Dark Lord.

Harry edged out of the room, Blaise still in his grasp. Once he was out in the hall, he saw at least forty Death Eaters and Voldemort.

“Hi Tom.” He said, eyes darting around. He was trapped.

“Hello Harry.” Voldemort said and smiled. “I must admit. I didn’t expect you to escape. You had the right amount of Gryffindor Bravery to try it, and Slytherin Cunning to actually pull it off.”

“Thanks. The hat said I’d be great in Slytherin.” Harry said, distracted while his eyes circling the room.

“Really? And how did you get put it Gryffindor?” Voldemort asked mildly, fingering his wand.

“I asked it to place me there. I met Malfoy, and he was in Slytherin. Spoiled brats like that sort of tainted my view of Slytherin.” Harry explained. He breathed in, and smelt a whiff of Strawberry. “Strawberry Shampoo? Blaise, I never knew.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Blaise snarled.

Voldemort caught sight of Harry’s secret weapon and gasped. Then, he broke into a fit of laughter. The Death Eaters glanced uneasily to themselves. “You’re taking a hostage, with a broken plastic spoon as your weapon?”

“Yeah, so?” Harry scowled. “It’s sharp.”

Voldemort rolled his eyes. “I doubt you could cut her hair with that, let alone her throat.”

Harry glared at the Dark Lord and then frowned. Slowly, he removed the shard of plastic and tried to break a strand of hair from Blaise. The Plastic didn’t cut through and Harry groaned. Releasing Blaise he glared at the offending piece of junk.

“Stupid piece of shit.” He muttered. “I TRUSTED YOU MR SPOONY AND YOU BETRAYED ME!” He shouted at the spoon. Cursing, he threw it to the ground and stepped on it, a crack being heard by all present. “That’s what happens when you betray me.” He sneered and turned back to his audience.

“Ah Potter? Are you…?” Blaise trailed off. Rubbing her head, she frowned. “Maybe the Daily Prophet was right, you are insane.”

“Thanks Blaise. You say the nicest things to me. Wanna join me in my cell, it’s got a nice bed.” Harry waggled his eyebrows.

“Potter.” Voldemort said, sighing. “You interrupted a very important meeting with this little stunt.”

“Oh well.” Harry said. “Someone’s gotta piss you off, and none of these fucking cowards will. Just a bunch of half-bred freaks.”

“Why you…CRUCIO!”  A Death Eater screamed. Harry casually sidestepped and the curse slammed into Voldemort. The Death Eater instantly broke it off and stepped forward, shaking. “M-master?”

Harry casually leant against the wall and whistled. “You’re in deep shit now.” He said, smirking.

“Crucio!” Voldemort snarled at the offending Death Eater, who screamed in pain and dropped to his knees.

Harry started slowly walking away when he was grasped on the shoulder. “I don’t think so Potter!” Lucius Malfoy said. “You’re going nowhere!”

Harry sighed. “Well, I tried.”

“You did try…just like your father did when he met his bitter end. I always knew that you would end the same way as your Mudblood mother and your arrogant filthy father and…ARGH!”

Harry had slammed his knee into Malfoy’s groin and grabbed his wand. “Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!” He shouted, stunning four Death Eaters. Several Death Eaters sent curses his way so he waved the wand quickly and a golden globe shimmered, and with the sound of a gun, rebounded all the spells back to their casters. In the confusion and screaming as several Death Eaters were hit by their own Dark spells, Harry concentrated and hissed an incantation in Parseltongue.

A swarm of vipers and cobras erupted from his wand, hundreds of them being conjured. Several Death Eaters screamed and started cursing the snakes, while Voldemort just watched, amused at the situation.

Harry smirked and opened his mouth. –Attack the Dark Robed people, they taste like chicken, honest! - Harry hissed in Parseltongue then as an afterthought. –But don’t kill the girl. She’s fun to annoy. Oh, and try to kill the evil red eyed man. He’s a pain in the arse-

Voldemort chuckled as he heard the instructions.

Harry quickly ran down the corridor and up the stairs, ignoring the yells directed his way and ducking the various spells sent towards him.

Voldemort only smiled.

“Master! He’s getting away!” Bellatrix shrieked.

“Calm down Bella.” Voldemort said and smirked, his crimson eyes glinting. “He isn’t going anywhere.”

Harry smirked in triumph as he made it up the last step and into a gigantic hall. He could see the door to the outside world at the other end of the hall and he quickly ran towards it, not noticing the shadow that followed him until he smelt it and turned around, his face full of shock.

The creature growled menacing as its prey ran down the hall. It stalked after it and when the prey turned around, the creature roared and attacked.

“Ow!” came a loud voice from up the stairs. “Damn! When was the last time you had a shower? Hey, don’t give me that look, it’s an honest question!”

“URGH!” Came a grunt and thundering footsteps stomped down the Stairway, revealing a giant security troll holding one disgruntled Harry Potter upside down by the leg.

“Fuck you Troll!” Harry shouted, his eyes flashing with anger.

“URGH!” The Troll grunted.

“Ever heard of toothpaste, or breath mints?” Harry muttered in disgust.

“URGH!”

“Real nice conversation skills you have.” Harry snapped sarcastically. The troll just gave another ‘URGH!’ and dropped him at Voldemort’s feet. Harry glared at Voldemort.

“I’m afraid that there is more than just my loyal Death Eater’s guarding my Fortress.” Voldemort said and smirked.

“Shut up.” Harry muttered and ducked his head. He scanned the room and when his gaze rested on Snape’s, he made his mouth fall open in shock. “YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!” He roared out.

Severus almost jumped in shock when Potter yelled at him before he realised what Potter was trying to do. By accusing him of betraying Dumbledore, he would only get further in the Dark Lord’s ranks.

“Sorry Potter, did you really think I would help an old muggle-loving fool like Dumbledore?” Severus sneered and laughed. Harry growled and lunged at him, only to be restrained magically in mid air as Voldemort held out his hand.

”Crucio!”  Voldemort muttered and Harry had enough time to close his mind before the pain hit him full force. He whimpered and dropped to the ground as he let loose from his restraint. He refused to scream in front of all these Death Eater.

“Crucio!” Severus said, at the Dark Lord’s acknowledgement.

“Crucio!” muttered Bellatrix.

“Crucio!” Sneered Lucius.

“Crucio!” shouted Avery.

And so it went on, the Death Eaters trying to make the boy scream. He refused to however, and Severus felt a growing respect for the boy. Blood was pooled at Potter’s mouth, where he had bit his tongue to stop himself screaming. Only the Cruciatus was applied, the Dark Lord for some reason not using spells that would do permanent harm on the boy.

“All at once.” Voldemort growled angrily. This little brat was not going to get the better of him this time! Not in HIS fortress! Not with HIS Death Eaters!”

“Milord, I thought that you wished for Potter to stay unharmed.” Severus spoke up cautiously. Voldemort gave him a piercing glare and Severus shrank back.

“One.” Voldemort counted.

Severus gripped his wand.

“Two.”

Blaise stared expressionless, a faint hint of pity and reluctance in her eyes.

“THREE!”

“CRUCIO!” came over 40 yells. As soon as Severus uttered the words, he cancelled the spell. It wouldn’t be missed, and it’s not like Potter needed the extra pain. The spells hit Potter at the same time.

Harry used his moment of rest to solidify his Occlumency walls. He removed any important memories that held specific information and strengthened their walls, then tore down the walls that held the useless stuff and used it to make the others stronger. Suddenly, he was overcome with pain.  Harry was in a world of pain, white-hot searing pain. There was nothing else, no smell, no taste, no sight, no sound, just pure, undiluted pain. His mind retreated behind his Occlumency walls, blocking out some of the pain. The Dark Magic battered his Occlumency shields, and Harry ignored the pain to keep them up. If he let them down, he would most definitely end up like the Longbottoms. Slowly, Harry began to weaken, and soon his mental shields snapped. Harry managed to hide the last of his memories and knowledge deep inside himself and then prepared himself for the inevitable. It never came.

Voldemort felt the exact moment when the Boy’s mind was breached and he quickly cancelled the curses. The Boy had not screamed once. In the fifteen seconds of having forty-five Cruciatus Curses placed on him, he had not screamed at all. Feeling a grudging respect he narrowed his eyes.

“Zabini!” He snapped. “Take him back to his cell.”

“Yes Milord.” Zabini said and muttered a levitation spell.

“Severus.”

“Yes Master?” Severus said, mind blank.

“Tell Dumbledore I have Potter.” Voldemort sneered and stalked off, leaving his Death Eater’s behind. As soon as he had left, mutterings broke out.

“Over forty…”

“I can’t believe it.”

“…Unbelievable!”

“He should have screamed at…”

“…Must be powerful…”

Severus ignored them and apparated away.

“ALBUS!” Severus roared when he reappeared in Grimmauld Place.

“Severus, really?” Minerva said, smiling. When she saw the look on his face her smile vanished.

“Where is he?” Severus asked wildly. Minerva had never seen him look so frightened, ever.

“He’s in the Kitchen.” She answered with a growing sense of alarm. “What is it?”

Severus ignored the question and ran towards the kitchen. “ALBUS!” he shouted as he rushed in.

“Severus?” Albus asked, his eyes serious as he regarded his Potions Master.

“Professor, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked. She, along with Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna had been stuck in Grimmauld Place all holidays.

“Call a meeting. Potter has been kidnapped. The Dark Lord has him.” Severus gasped out.

“HARRY!” Ginny screamed out in shock. Hermione went pale, and Ron looked grim. Neville looked scared, and Luna, for the first time ever, was showing an emotion.

“How was he?” Albus asked urgently as he pressed his medallion. It would summon all members for a meeting.

“The last I saw, he was recovering from a 15 second bout Cruciatus.” Severus said, sinking into a seat. “And not just one Cruciatus, Forty-five of them.”

Albus paled and suddenly seemed to age. “No.” he whispered.

“Yes.” Severus argued. “We need a rescue team.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU GET HIM OUT?” Ron screamed angrily, being held back by Hermione and Ginny as he struggled to kill Snape.

“YOU DON”T THINK I TRIED!” Snape roared back. “ALL HE DID WAS SECURE MY RANK IN THE INNER CIRCLE BY PRETENDING TO HATE ME! HE NEVE GAVE ME THE CHANCE!”

Ron sat back down, tears welling up in his eyes.

HARRY POTTER, BOY-WHO-LIVED, KIDNAPPED BY THE DARK LORD!

Earlier today, information was released to the Daily Prophet that Death Eaters kidnapped Harry Potter (more commonly known for his defeat of You-Know-Who at the age of 1) at his relative’s home. Minister Fudge had no comment, but reassured the community that ever Auror spare was on the case.

“He will be found.” Chief Shackelbolt said, the Auror in charge of the search team. “Lord Voldemort can not hide from us. We will find him and retrieve Mr Potter back.”

What condition will Mr Potter be in if his returned to safety. Other wizards and witches have been given the same fate, and have turned up dead or insane. Will Mr Potter be able to save himself from these harsh realities?

Albus Dumbledore was unavailable for any comment, and wizards and witches everywhere are praying for the safety of Harry Potter. May our prayers be with you.