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Harry screamed as his entire world lit up green and the man holding him jerked him around. They were in a dark room, but Harry couldn't see anything else past his tears. He sobbed, struggling to breathe from the force of it and how tightly the man was holding him. He punched weekly at the arm, legs flailing.

"Please, please," Harry choked out, throat hurting. A sharp pain on his head made him wince and cry out again quietly. His chest heaved, his head felt heavy. "Can't...bre-"

"Shut it!" The man yelled in his ear. Harry flinched away, gasping. "I told you I wasn't going to be the one that grabbed him," the man snapped to someone on the left. Harry looked over, maybe if he pleaded, maybe if he begged-

The person threw back their hood, revealing a woman who was cackling. "I was making sure your son didn't interrupt, Lucius." She licked her lips and snarled at Harry, revealing blackened teeth. "And you should be happy for this, after he tricked you when he was a child."

The man that was holding him scoffed and held Harry out. Harry gasped desperately for air, eyes falling closed and head tilting as he was suddenly very light headed. But then sharp, cruel fingers dug into his sides and he was being held like a baby and looking at the woman. She smiled down at him, mouth stretching unnaturally wide across pale and cracked skin.

She wiggled a blackened nail at him, cooing and shaking her hair. Harry winced as a greasy curl fell in his face. "Aren't you so cute and stupid?" She cackled, pinching his cheek hard enough to break the skin. Harry sobbed quietly, any hope he had fleeing him.

"Don't you think he's sweet, Roddy?"

Another man Harry couldn't see made a dismissive noise. The woman didn't seem to care.

Draco... Draco please help me...

He was carried up a shaky staircase that he thought would crash at any moment. The wood was rotten and peeled, dust raining down on them as they climbed.

"Filthy," the third one muttered. They reached the second floor, which was as decrepit as the rest. Harry curled in on himself as much as he could, looking at the rusty nails and mold covering the walls.

No no no no... Harry started sobbing again, closing his eyes. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't escape. He couldn't even wriggle around.

They stopped at a closed door at the end of the hallway. It opened with a horrible creaking, though Harry could see no one in the doorway. Once in the room, Harry was dropped on the rough floor. Crying out, Harry backed himself into a corner, wincing at the splinters that had hurt his hand.

His eyes darted around. He was good at looking for escapes, he had done it a lot. He could, now that they weren't holding him. There was a window on the other side of the room, but he wouldn't be able to reach it unless he climbed on the table. He wasn't fast enough. The door they had come through was blocked by the woman and one of the other two.

He couldn't see any other doors or windows, couldn't see anything except a broken couch and the deep scratch marks that marred the entire room. Giant ones, as big as Harry's arm. He whimpered quietly, staring at a jagged one near his feet.

Was the thing that did that here?

"Harry Potter." Someone hissed. Harry looked up, finding a man that had blended into the shadows so much Harry hadn't seen him in his panic. He stepped into the moonlight from the window, red eyes glowing like fire.

His head itched, like it did when he was trying to remember something at breakfast. He knew him, he made Harry tremble and want to hide, but he couldn't remember him. He wished for Draco's soft encouragements and prodding, for his smile and nice eyes even when Harry couldn't answer questions right.

Draco, please...

"Weak, defenseless, Harry Potter," the man hissed, "I didn't even have to interfere so you would meet your demise; you did it on your own," he said, giving him a cruel smile.

Harry didn't say anything. He didn't think he could. He was frozen in place, eyes flickering between the red eyes and the vibrant green snake that wrapped around his feet. The man pulled out a wand and pointed it at Harry, unwavering.

"Where is the Order of the Phoenix?"

Harry didn't answer, paralyzed by fear. He couldn't move. He couldn't twitch, couldn't make a single noise. There was something purely evil and sinister about this man, Harry knew.

A cruel smile came to the man's thin lips. "Don't be stupid, Potter. I doubt you can handle a cruciatus any better than you could before," he paused, stroking his wand like a beloved pet. Red eyes flickered back to Harry, pinning him down. "Would you like to test?"

What's a cruci-cruc- what...

Cold sweat ran down his back. His breathing was shallow, like he had flown around the kitchen and rooms for hours. Smile dropping, the man pointing the wand at him. "I don't know anything!" Harry cried out, holding his arms in front of his face for protection.

"Potter-"

"I don't! Please! Please! I don-" Harry sobbed, whole body shaking. He tucked his head into his knees and cried. He wanted Draco, he wanted to be home, wanted to be in bed and warm and safe-

"Crucio."

Harry shrieked. He writhed on the ground, screaming, crying, kicking, anything. Dirt flew into his mouth and eyes, splinters dug themselves deeper and deeper into his skin, but it was nothing compared to the agony. This was worse than when Uncle Vernon burned his hand on the stove-top, and Dudley pushed him into the rosebush and-

The pain stopped, leaving Harry shaking and sobbing on the ground, arms and legs still twitching from the effects. He distantly heard shrill laughing coming from all around him.

"Where is the Order of the Phoenix?"

Harry just sobbed. He couldn't have spoken if he tried. His throat felt like it had been torn to shreds. He wrapped his arms around himself, curling into the tightest ball he could. Draco, please save me.

His vision started to dim. He heard the man say something, and saw a bright green light come towards him, before it reared above his head and he saw a flash of a pink tongue and sharp fangs.

Harry gave a choked scream as they closed down around his arm, dripping poison.

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Draco woke up on the floor, an ache in his muscles. Groaning, he reached for the table to pull himself up, confused when he couldn't find it. Opening blurry eyes, he realized it was knocked over, one mug and spoon staining the carpet, the other smashed near the fireplace.

His brows furrowed in confusion. He looked at the couch, seeing it empty and the blanket tangled around his legs.

Harry.

Death Eaters. The floo. The cruciatus and a stunner. Draco had been knocked out, and Harry was...gone.

"No no no no no no no," Draco muttered, lurching to his feet and falling, hitting the ground hard. Sobs shook his body, making him tremble as he used the couch to help him stand. Tears clouded his vision as he stumbled for the exit to his -their- chambers. He had to tell Dumbledore, he had to run, he had to go.

Draco aggressively wiped the tears from his eyes, running barefoot through the hallway.

How did they get in? Where could he be? Is he... Draco bumped into a wall as he turned the corner. He didn't care. His mind was on a loop of Harry. How long had he been passed out? How long had they had Harry? What were they doing to him?

One thing he knew was how cruel Voldemort could be, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that this was his fault.

How am I going to find him?

Dumbledore. Dumbledore would find him. Dumbledore knew magic far past what Draco knew.

Dread filled his stomach. Would Dumbledore be able to find him? Get past whatever protective charms they had placed? What would Draco do if Dumbledore couldn't?

He didn't know, and that realization shook him to the core. He didn't know what he would do. But I will do something, Draco thought, determination flooding him. He would find Harry, and Harry would be perfectly fine and healthy and not a hair on his head would be out of place.

I'm going to save you, Harry. I promise.