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Harry groaned as the knife slashed through his stomach, the pain was unbearable, he could feel the thick warmth of blood drenching his torn shirt and pants, it hurt so much, and through it all he could hear the jeers of the Death Eaters surrounding him.

He screwed up his eyes, kept his head down, trying to stop the tears from falling, trying not to show them any signs of weakness.

The daily torture session, open to all who'd like to see The-Boy-Who-Lived shit himself. Well not so much boy anymore.

He ground his teeth in fury, in pain, the only good thing about these meetings were the many unique spells he had picked up and he couldn't wait to test them out.

More curses were cast at him and Harry gasped in pain when all the bones in his left arm were shattered.

Rage boiled up inside him and he fought the urge to retaliate. A new burst of fresh pain throbbed through his scar, more blood and Harry realized he was coming.

The mocking laughter had died down and he could hear his footsteps echoing louder with each step.

Fear overpowered him; it sliced through the hazy plains of his mind, like a knife drawing through soft flesh. The pain…

'Harry, you remind me so much of your father.'

He gave a bitter laugh; he was a Gryffindor, so if he was going to die he might as well do it with style right?

The whole room was silent apart from the shallow breaths of Harry and the drip of blood against the cold stone floor.

The footsteps had stopped and his scar was throbbing, he could feel blood dripping down his forehead. He bit his lip as he tried to stop him self from screaming out loud.

Thin, pale fingers forced up his chin and he was greeted with the familiar red eyes. Voldermort was the same as ever, the bald head, pale skin, and thin nose slits.

Harry grinned painfully through his chapped lips, "Hey, Tommy, still not looking any better I see," Harry croaked out.

Voldermort smirked and Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're not looking so good either, maybe I can help you out," Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he drew out his wand and placed the tip against Harry's scar.

"Crucio"

Harry thrashed, his limbs flailed wildly, he screamed over and over, until his voice was hoarse.

Memories, nightmares flashed through his skull, of his friends, family, Ginny, all gone… People he loved tormented him in their soft accusing voices, "If only you'd given yourself up in the first place, then maybe…"

The blood was flowing quicker and the restraints cut into his wrists, God, if you're listening, I'd really appreciate if you could help me out.

Harry groaned as the pain faded, what'd felt like hours had been mere minutes.

Harry mentally scolded himself, he should've been prepared, what did he expect? But when Voldermort used the Unforgivables on him, it was like every fibre in his whole body was screaming to rip itself apart.

There was a pause, a sweet painless pause and then he was screaming and screaming, until 2 strong hands forced him still.

The Bitch- Bellatrix Lestrange came forward; he could feel her long, greasy hair tickling his throat, the strong scent of her sickly perfume as it overpowered his senses.

He could feel the tip of her wand against his throat and his last remaining thought before his world was plunged into darkness.

Ah shit, this is gonna hurt…

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Harry awoke with a start, sweating and gasping; he untangled himself from the bed sheets and groaned as he ran a hand through his hair.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, slowly stood up and chucked his alarm clock to the floor where it abruptly stopped ringing.

Slowly, he massaged his forehead with his fingers before opening the drawers and pulling out a box of anti-depressants, grimacing; he swallowed two pills, and then collapsed back onto the bed, with a groan.

15 minutes later a black-cloaked man slipped out of the Hog's Head and into the cool crisp night air. He hurried along the road at a brisk pace, his feet silent against the cobbled streets, robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

Harry stood outside the Leaky Cauldron, paused to look left and right, and then slipped into the alleyway beside it. He stood in the middle of the alleyway then turned to the right wall; where he hesitantly knocked once, twice, thrice. The bricks parted to reveal a battered black door. Harry took hold of the brass knocker and knocked.

Neville opened the door then gasped "Harry! Oh Merlin! Harry!"

He pulled Harry into a bone-crushing hug, "Merlin, you've changed."

He stared at the bruises forming along Harry's jaw, the dead eyes, sallow face and the scar across his left cheek. His trademark glasses had gone, there was a new awareness and paranoia that hadn't been there before and it hurt Neville to see everyone growing up so fast, without time to enjoy their childhood.

Neville gave a nervous laugh, "Guess we've got a new Mad-Eye Moody on our hands."

Harry gave a small grin before stepping through the new headquarters for the rest of the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

After Grimmauld Place had been infiltrated the Death Eaters had wasted no time in restoring it into its former dark state. At least Walburga Black – (Sirius's mother) would be kept happy.

Harry shifted his attention back onto Neville who was telling him what had been occurring, while he was in captivity.

They entered the main room where around 50 wizards sat huddled around in small groups, Harry glanced quickly around trying to find anyone he knew or recognized. No-one.

Neville noticed him looking, then blushed and stuttered guiltily, "most of our lot…was… well….they were the most active members in the Order…and…um...most are dead," he finished lamely and sadly.

Harry felt a pang of pity and gritted his teeth in frustration, longing to say something to comfort Neville.

Neville quickly changed the subject, "Look, many people in England have lost faith in you and many are giving up on you and turning to him, if we could just get word around that you are back then…"

Harry shook his head angrily, Neville groaned, "Look, all you have to do is stand at the front and we'll take care of the rest okay?" Harry sighed and nodded a "fine". Neville smiled. "Follow me."

They walked into the kitchen and he followed Neville as they pushed their way through the crowds, until they reached a group of wizards sitting in the corner, among them was Fleur, Kingsley Shackle bolt, Arthur, Mundugus Fletcher, Tonks and Professor McGonagall . The oddest bunch of wizards and witches, Harry had ever seen.

They all grinned when they saw Harry and Harry grinned back, his rescue group as they so eloquently put it.

He could still remember the surprise that was etched onto Mundugus' face as he'd seen the state of Harry and who the hell knew Fleur could put up a fight?!

But Harry was glad that although most of the Wizarding population was either Dark or prisoner, the Order was still running, still pulling different rebellious schemes to get them more noticed, still trying to recruit and hadn't given up on finishing Voldermort.

The Professor stood up quickly. "Is it alright if I borrow Harry for a few moments?" She asked Neville.

Neville nodded, "Oh yeah, go ahead."

Professor McGonagall smiled at him, then took Harry by the elbow and led him out. Harry raised an eyebrow but did not comment as he allowed himself to be dragged away.

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They were in a dark, musty room, it was empty and Harry started to feel a little awkward. The professor was at the door casting silencing charms.

"Right, Harry," she began, "before Dumbledore died he entrusted me to give you this. He told me only to give it to you if things really got out of hand and like it or not they have."

Harry frowned wondering where this was going, "The Order's dead Harry, it's not like it was before, the number has dwindled and there is no hope left. "

She fished under her robe and pulled out a time turner, but closer inspection revealed that there was a crack going down one side and there was no sand in the timer, Harry looked at it curiously.

Then he pulled out a pen and a notebook. He scribbled down quickly, "Professor, what is it? And how's it gonna work with no sand in the timer?"

"Please call me Minerva, we're not in class anymore Harry." She said with a smile, "I really have no idea. All Dumbledore said was that if you were ever in need of dire help then turn the dial like you'd do with a normal time turner…"

Harry frowned, just then there were 2 knocks on the door and Tonks peered into the room, "is everything all right?"

Harry nodded and hid the time turner under his shirt. Tonks frowned suspiciously, "Right, well they're calling you down Harry."