A/N This chapter is dedicated to BarkWolfBark for the idea.

       Harry woke up to find himself numb and freezing. He tried to move his arms, and found them shackled to a wall. He couldn't see anything around him as it was too dark, but the metallic blood smell was nauseating. A door opened nearby, echoing across the room "Ah, I see you've finally woken up."
A voice sounded from the opposite side of the room. Harry recognized the voice: Lucius Malfoy. He squirmed under his restraint, but gasped as a sharp pain screamed in his side. A snap sounded through the dungeon, Harry knew it to be his ribs, as his Uncle had broken it a few days ago. A sharp smell of new blood hazed Harry's senses as tears pricked his eyes but didn't fall. Lucius smirked, "The Dark Lord will be glad I've caught the light's precious Golden Boy."
"I am not their Golden Boy" Harry spoke quietly. His anger bubbled from within. But he was too exhausted to do anything as he heard Lucius mutter a spell. He slumped against the cold wall, consciousness fading.