Harry slumped back in the chair he had been sitting in and threw the 'Evening Prophet' back on the table. He had been searching the papers for any news on Voldemort or any sudden deaths and disappearances since he had been cleared by the Ministry for under-age magic, but found nothing. He got up off his chair and looked around the dirty room, surprised to find himself suddenly alone. He hadn't realized that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny left as he had been reading through the paper. Harry walked from the sitting room to his and Ron's room, which he found empty, and sat down on his bed. His mind wondered back to what Sirius had told him when he first got to Grimmauld Place, about what he said Voldemort was after. Some kind of weapon he didn't have the last time, but what could be worse than the 'Avada Kedavra'? Harry kept thinking, but nothing worse came to mind that he knew of.

Harry heard the front door open downstairs, and figured another member from the Order arrived. Order member's had been coming more often after the hearing, and Harry couldn't understand why. He jumped when he heard Mrs. Weasley shouting furiously, something about finding another Extendable Ear in the twin's bedroom. Harry chuckled as he imagined Fred and George cowering under their mothers glare. He also heard people moving down the stairs and to the landing, and sighed to himself. Harry wanted to join them right now, but he also wanted to be left alone. He had been like this since he got back from the hearing, and it seemed only Sirius and Remus had particularly noticed. Everyone else in the house was busying cleaning and trying to make the house suitable to have people live in, so his friends always had their minds somewhere else, which didn't bother him much.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley called, bringing him out of his thoughts, "Dinner's ready!"

Harry considered for a moment staying in his room for the rest of the night, but decided against it, since he knew Mrs. Weasley and most likely Remus would scold him for hardly eating and locking himself inside his room. He got off the bed and made his way down the stairs, and entered the dining room. Harry was surprised to see other Order members beside the Weasley's when he entered the dining room. Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, and even Snape were sitting down with the rest of the family. Harry scar gave a sudden sharp pain, but he had become used to it by now, and knew how to hide the fact that he was hurting easy from his friends, who seemed to know when his scar bothered him. But as he found a seat in between Sirius and Remus, he saw that the two were looking at him with concern. They never missed a trick, and it amazed Harry how easily they could tell if you were hiding something.

"What is it?" Sirius asked in a hushed voice as Harry sat in his seat.

"Nothing, it's fine." Harry told him quickly.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the answer and opened his mouth to say something, but Remus cut in.

"If he says its fine, Sirius, leave it." Remus told him.

Harry looked at Remus, who looked right back at him with a grimace before he shook his head and continued to load his plate, and Harry stared guilty down at his plate. He picked out his own food while chatter ran down the table, and listened while moving food around on his plate so it looked as though he was eating. As dessert was served, Harry felt a pair of eyes on him and another sharp pain start in his scar. The pain was worse then he had ever felt it before and tried to rub at his scar nonchalantly, and held in a grunt of pain to avoid attention. His cool fingers soothed the pain little, and when he pulled his hand away it had a small amount of blood on it. Harry stared at it in shock, his scar had never bled before.

He felt a trickle of blood start to run off his forehead and quickly swiped it off with his fingers, not noticing when the swell of blood fell from his fingers and onto his untouched plate. Harry felt panic start to rise within him as he moved his fringe on his forehead in an attempt to cover his scar the blood, but as he felt the blood continue to flow under his fingertips that he couldn't leave it alone. Harry sat up from the table and left the room without a word to anyone, and avoided the looks Sirius, Remus, and Mrs. Weasley gave him, and hurried into the bathroom on the next floor.

"What was that about?" Sirius asked his friend.

"I don't kn-" Remus started to say, but then he paled as he noticed the blood on Harry's plate.

"What's wrong, Moony?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows creased together.

Instead of answering, Remus pointed to the plate, and watched Sirius choke on his wine as he saw it. Remus became aware that some people were looking in their direction, and shared a look with Sirius.

"Go check on him." Sirius said urgently.

Remus nodded and left the table, then hurried up the stairs to the next floor and to the only door that wasn't open. He knocked and heard something drop in the bathroom.

"Harry, let me in." He said sternly.

"Hold on, I'm almost done." Harry replied with a cracking voice.

"Harry, open the door now." Remus ordered.

Harry didn't answer him, but continued on with what he had been doing inside the locked room. Remus gave a frustrated sigh and drew out his wand.

"Alohomora." He whispered with his wand pointed at the lock on the doorknob.

Remus grabbed the knob and yanked it open, and heard a yelp of surprise. Harry was in front the mirror holding bloody cloth in one hand and the other was stained with blood over his scar.

"What happened?" Remus asked as he stared in shock.

"I don't know! My scar just starting hurting, then it started bleeding. Remus, it won't stop!" Harry told him, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Remus hurried over and starting muttering some Healing Charms onto the scar, but nothing worked. The only thing Remus could of was to put a bandage over the scar, and did so.

"Go downstairs and into the sitting room, I'll get Molly and see if she can do something." Remus told Harry.

Harry nodded and quickly walked out of the room and into the sitting room, and hoped that no one would see him. Remus sighed and looked down at his hands, which had some of Harry's blood drying on them. He didn't care, all he cared about was getting Molly and helping Harry. Remus hurried down the stairs and walked back into the kitchen, and almost ran right into Snape, who seemed to be leaving. Instead of the usual sneer or lecture he expected, Snape ignore him and continued on. Remus politely muttered an apology and hurried into the dining room. No one was eating anymore, but just sitting and talking amongst each other. Sirius turned his head to him the moment he entered the room, a look of worry etched on his face. Remus walked right passed him and continued walking until he got to were Molly was sitting and knelt down until he was leveled with her.

"I need your help, Harry's scar is bleeding and it won't stop." He whispered urgently in her ear.

Molly's eyes widened in surprise but she nodded and got out of her chair quickly. Sirius stood up and started to walk over towards them, when they all heard a loud thump, a yelp of surprise, and a muffled cry from the other room. The whole room hurried out of their seat, and followed Remus and Sirius, who had ran out of the room before them.
The first thing everyone saw was the unconscious body of Snape, who was lying in the doorway. Then they saw Remus and Sirius, starring at something in front of them in fear and shock. All heads turn that way and fear petrified everyone in the room. Harry was in the middle of the room, struggling and trying to escape the hands of none other then Lord Voldemort.

Harry looked up as he saw someone in the doorway, and was surprised to see Snape standing there, and at the same moment his scar gave another twinge of pain. Snape stared at Harry, almost as if he were surprised to see him, but said nothing. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him, and pressed his hand over his scar to try to soothe the pain. Then he heard a sudden thump to his left and looked up wildly. Snape was lying on the ground, and Voldemort was approaching him. How the hell did he get here?! Harry thought frantically as he gave a yelp of surprise and jumped off the couch, looking for a way to escape as he started to back up against the wall.

"How the hell did you get here?" Harry asked with panic rising in his voice.

Voldemort didn't answer him, but hurried towards him with a sadistic smile and before Harry could yell for help or even grab his wand from his pocket, Voldemort clamped a hand over his mouth. Harry's scar seared with pain and he gave a loud, muffled cry. Voldemort pulled Harry close to him and gripped him by the back of his shirt as Harry struggled against him. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as the pain in his scar overwhelmed him for a moment.

When Harry heard quick footsteps he lifted his head, and saw that Remus and Sirius were the first to appear, and looked fearful at Voldemort and Harry. Harry then saw a wave of people rush in behind them and their shocked faces as they took in the scene. Harry clawed at the hand on his mouth as his desperation to escape increased, but Voldemort tightened his grip and chuckled.

"Lower your wands, Black and Lupin." Voldemort commanded, the sound of his voice sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Harry saw both Remus and Sirius had taken out their wands, and had them pointed straight at Voldemort. They seemed hesitant, and only lowered there wands slightly. Harry felt Voldemort release his mouth and back, and sucked in a deep breath before Voldemort tightened an arm around his neck and grabbed Harry's wand out of his back pocket quickly. Harry now clawed at the arm that was now cutting off most of his air supply, and felt Voldemort's wand poke him at his throat.

"Lower your wands now, or I will hurt Potter!" Voldemort yelled, anger in his voice as he started to loose his patience.

"H-he won't do it!" Harry choked out when he saw the looks of fear in their eyes.

"Silence!" Voldemort hissed at Harry and jabbed the wand harder into his throat.

Remus and Sirius finally dropped their hands to their sides as they noticed that Harry could hardly breathe and didn't want to take the chance of Voldemort acting of his threat. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye the twins and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley block Ron, Ginny and Hermione as they left the room to get help, Harry assumed. When Mrs. Weasley caught him looking towards them the tears in her eyes finally fell and she choked back a sob, but when Mr. Weasley reached out for her hand and gripped it she seemed to able to control her emotions. As Voldemort stared at everyone, as if daring them to do something stupid, Harry glanced over at the two Aurors in the room, who both stood rigid as they stared back at Voldemort with calculating eyes.

"You didn't think that you could escape me so easily, did you now, Potter?" Voldemort asked Harry, his voice now calm and silky.

"Let g-go of me!" Harry choked out.

"That would be counter-productive, Potter. Now answer me."

Harry didn't answer, his scar felt like it had reached it's breaking point. He could feel blood soak through the bandage that Remus had put over his scar, and felt it start to seep out of the bandage slowly.

"Why do you need Harry?" Remus asked, trying to stall Voldemort.

"You see, Lupin, I wasn't done talking to Harry when he left so rudely in May. I want information, and I plan to get it." Voldemort answered coldly.

"I won't tell you anything!" Harry spat.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled as he tapped his wand against Harry's throat.

Harry yelled out as pain coursed through him, making his body double over as he started to twitch uncontrollably. He tried to bow his head so that his face was hidden, but Voldemort had caught him by his hair and pulled Harry up straight to allow everyone to see the pain etched upon Harry's face.

"Stop it!" Sirius yelled desperately.

Voldemort laughed, and released Harry of the curse. Harry breathed deeply, his body now trembling with the after shock. If Voldemort hadn't had a grip on him, Harry legs would of surely failed to keep him up straight.

"What do you want? Information? Take me instead, I know more than Harry does." Sirius pleaded.

"Doesn't that feel familiar, Harry?" Voldemort asked loudly for everyone to hear, ignoring Sirius, "Someone begging for your life?"

Harry felt his face pale further as his stomach churned, the last words he heard his mother speak now rang in his ears, and had been unaware of the outraged looks thrown in Voldemort's direction.

"And Black, the only thing I want is to kill Harry Potter. And I plan to do just that after he gives me the information I want." Voldemort finally replied.

There was nothing anyone could do. No one could throw a curse at Voldemort without hitting Harry, and Harry was too weak to fight back anymore because of the pain he was in. Voldemort knew that as well, and had a look of triumph on his face. Harry knew right away this wasn't going to be good. He hardly knew anything about the Order so far, let alone the things Voldemort would want him to tell.

"I'm finished here. Say goodbye, Potter. I doubt you'll be seeing them anytime soon." Voldemort said with a smirk.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the faces in the room, and felt more fearful than he had in his entire life. Sirius had raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort just as Dumbledore entered the room with Ron, Hermione and Ginny behind him, but before anything else could be done, Voldemort apparated himself and Harry out of Grimmauld Place.

Harry landed with a thud on the ground as Voldemort finally let him go, and tried not to vomit. His stomach was flipping from Apparating for the first time. Voldemort gripped Harry by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up and then forced him to walk ahead, with his wand digging hard into Harry's back. Harry looked around his surroundings, but there was hardly anything there. The hallway he was walking down was made of gray stone and had no windows, candles that hung on the walls lit the way, and there were cracks on the cement floor. They finally reached a door at the end of the hallway, a wooden door with a small window with bars. Voldemort stopped and opened the door with his wand. He gulped and watched as Voldemort patted Harry's wand in his robes, a reminder so Harry knew how vulnerable he was.

"Try not to get too comfortable." Voldemort sneered as Harry peered into the room.

It was the same as the outside; grey walls, windowless, but only a single candle could be found, and it was freezing and so small. Before he could do anything, Voldemort pushed Harry so harshly into the room that he lost his balance, and hit his head on the wall with a crack. Harry felt blood start to soak his scalp, and knew no more.

Sirius shot a Stunning Curse right at Voldemort, but he had been too late, Voldemort had already left with Harry. Sirius stood there stunned as the whole room became a frenzy of activity. Tonks and Mad-Eye were the first to reach Dumbledore and started rattling off locations and ways in which they could possibly save Harry, while Molly and Arthur clutched there children and Hermione and tried to calm them all. Sirius could see the same hysteria on their faces that he felt rising in him. And then Remus was in his face, a crazed look upon his face as he dragged Sirius over to where Dumbledore was.

"How in the hell was he able to get in here? Don't we have every possible ward around this house that we could possibly have?" Tonks all about yelled.

"Snape had to of been involved." Remus muttered through clenched teeth as he looked down at the still unconscious form of Snape.

"I knew you should of never trusted him!" Sirius spat angrily at Dumbledore.

Before Dumbledore could respond, a groan from the other side of the room caught everyone's attention. Snape had finally woke up. The whole room went silent as Sirius' face contorted in anger as he started to march towards Snape, but Remus put a hand on his chest to stop him. Snape sat up and rubbed at a spot on his head, and looked around at everyone near to him.

"What the hell did you do, Snevilus?" Sirius whispered dangerously, but loud enough for him to hear.

Snape stood up and grimaced at Sirius while he leaned against the wall to support him. Snape was suddenly aware that all eyes were on him.

"I don't know how, but the Dark Lord figured it out somehow - I don't know how he could of possessed me-" Snape started with anger laced in his voice, but Dumbledore stepped up and silenced him with a finger.

"Voldemort-" Few flinched at the name, "Would have figured it out sometime, Severus. Right now we need to worry about how we are going to rescue Harry. I presume Voldemort will first ask Harry for information, so that gives us some time to start planning." Dumbledore said as he rubbed his chin in deep thought.

"What do you think will happen to Harry, Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione spoke up in a small voice, her face displaying her fear.

"I don't know how long it will take to rescue him, but when we do I would say he won't be in the best shape." Dumbledore replied.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath as tears finally filled her eyes, and Ron came over and hugged her to his side in an attempt to comfort her, and tried not to show his own fear.

"Severus, I need you to go when your mark burns, and find out where Harry is being kept. Make sure you don't let Voldemort know what your doing. It is essential." Dumbledore spoke in a clear voice.

Snape nodded and then sat down on the couch closest to him with his head in his hands. Molly started ushering Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George upstairs so they could plan, and tried to regain her composure for them, failing to notice that it was useless. Remus and Sirius were both trying desperately to keep calm, and Dumbledore started to lay out the plans to everyone.

Harry felt something wet and sticky run down the side of his face, and wearily opened his eyes. It took him a minute to realize exactly where he was, and why he was there. Harry placed a hand on the side of his head and felt the cold stickiness on fingers, he pulled his hand back only to find it coated in his blood. Harry sighed and pulled himself into the sitting position, and left a bloody handprint on the cement floor as he did. He tried to keep calm, everyone knew he had been taken, they were surely trying to come up with a idea to help him, to save him-

A loud noise pulled Harry out of his thoughts, and looked at the small door in the front of him. He could see the lock turning, and felt his breathing pick up. A masked Death Eater walked into the room and went right for him. Harry tried his best to fight him off, but when the Death Eater punched him hard in the stomach and tied his hands together using a spell, Harry gave up his fight and reluctantly allowed the Death Eater to drag him out of the room. The Death Eater pulled him along in the hall that Voldemort had so many hours or days ago. Harry didn't know how long he had been knocked out. He was dragged through many corridors, until they stopped at a door with a silver serpent handle. The Death Eater opened the door and roughly pushed Harry in. He felt his scar burst with pain and tried to keep the fact hidden, he didn't want to give Voldemort the satisfaction that he could hurt Harry without even a finger laid on him. Voldemort sat in a thrown-like chair with Nagini laying over his shoulders. The room was a dark green color, with white marble floors, a fire roaring in the background, and a large window stood behind his chair. Voldemort laid eyes on Harry, and gave a slight nod to the Death Eater behind him. The Death Eater then roughly pushed on Harry's shoulders, forcing him down onto his knees. Harry hid a groan as the floor connected painfully with his knees, and stared down at it. Harry heard footsteps and a door close; he and Voldemort were now alone. The thought sickened him.

"Look at me." Voldemort commanded Harry.

Harry refused, not even acknowledging he heard. Voldemort gave an impatient flick with his wand, and Harry was forced to look into the red eyes he hated so much.

"What do you want now?" Harry snapped angrily.

Voldemort got off his chair, and stood right in front of Harry, adding to more of the pain in Harry's scar. Voldemort raised his wand, and Harry tried not to flinch so violently. With a flick of Voldemort's wand, the stickiness and some of the pain in Harry's head went away.

"Tut, tut, Harry. No need to be rude. Cooperate nicely, and you can die a quick death. Refuse to cooperate, you could be tortured to the mere point of insanity, and die very painfully." Voldemort threatened.

Harry closed his eyes, he already knew his answer. The Order would save him before Voldemort could make the threat happen, right? A little pain could be taken before they would save him. Harry opened his eyes again and glared defiantly back at Voldemort.

"Now, lets begin. What does Albus Dumbledore have planned against me?" Voldemort asked.

"I don't feel like talking." Harry spat venomously.

"Too bad," Voldemort snapped, "What is Dumbledore planning?" He repeated.

"Why don't you ask him yourself? You know where Headquarters is." Harry said, pushing off the curse he knew Voldemort would shoot at him when he said no.
"Ah, that's my problem Potter. I was only able to get in Headquarters by possessing Snape. Knowing that Dumbledore will surely make sure I can't do that again, I'm unable to get into the Order's Headquarters." Voldemort asked.

"Then you won't get your answer." Harry said quietly.

Voldemort gave a angry sigh, and slashed his wand in the air. Harry hissed as the Cutting Curse hit him on his shoulder. Harry felt the blood start to soak through his shirt, and tried hiding the pained look on his face as much as he could.

"Do you feel like talking now?" Voldemort asked sarcastically.

"I'm not that soft." Harry snapped back.

"Crucio." Voldemort whispered, pointing his wand straight at Harry.

Harry fell to his side as the curse hit him, pain coursing through him like venom. Harry tried hard not to scream, but after a minute his throat felt like it was tearing from the screams he gave. When Harry had been relieved of the curse, he was hardly conscious.

"Take him away. I am done." Voldemort commanded someone.

Harry felt himself lifted onto his feet, and was dragged out of the room and through the corridors. After a minute or so, Harry felt the cold floor that was his cell, and welcomed it, falling unconscious as soon as he touched the floor.