This chapter has some more torture and has some death in it. Parts are very disturbing. Only read if you do not mind blood and torture. I really scared myself writing this. This chapter will probably be the most graphic.
Harry opened his eyes and moaned. Another day in hell. There was no other word to describe this place, and Voldemort was certainly enough of a devil. He looked up and stared into the blazing red eyes above him that somehow managed to seem both fiery and icy at the same time. Voldemort gave his trademark smirk and yanked Harry to his feet. He chained him to the wall before putting him under the crutacious again. He stood their, staring at the screaming figure of the boy he hated so much, clearly enjoying himself. When it was over, Harry slumped, not able to fall to the ground. Then Voldemort turned toward the door, calling over his shoulder.
"Well, Mr. Potter, we have something special planned for today. Lucius and Bellatrix have managed to capture two people who I am sure you are dying to see." With that, he opened the door, and Arthur and Molly Weasley were shoved in by an unseen hand. Harry gasped in shock and leaned against the wall, moaning. "Well, I'll let you three say your goodbyes then," Voldemort smirked. Then he swept out of the room.
Molly and Arthur walked over to Harry and put their arms around him. He winced and shrank back. They gazed at him with pity and pain reflecting in their eyes.
"Oh, Harry, what has he done to you," Molly asked.
"Nothing I can't handle. It's you that I am worried about you," Harry whispered.
"Harry! We are all right. You look awful. How did you survive this long? Why did you do it?" Molly exclaimed.
"I don't know why I survived. And I did it for my friends, for Hogwarts, and for the wizarding world. How could I stand by and let it all be destroyed?" Harry replied softly. He struggled to keep from losing it, but finally he broke down and began to sob. Molly and Arthur both held him as he sobbed on their shoulders. When he finally stopped, he looked up at them. "I am so sorry. This is all my fault."
"Harry, it's not your fault, its Voldemort's. We are not afraid to die. It will be all right," Arthur replied. He and Molly smiled bravely at Harry as Voldemort sauntered back into the room.
"Well, are you two ready to die for the decisions Potter made?"
"It you who is to blame, not Harry. Know this, Voldemort. Its over. You will never win," Arthur bravely replied.
"Oh really, Weasley. I think not. I am already starting to get my army back. I will win in the end. It is only a matter of time. No one can defeat me. It may take a while, but I will triumph. As for you two, either way you will not be around to see what happens," Voldemort laughed coldly.
Voldemort yanked out a sharp knife, grabbed both their wrists, and slashed them. Harry gasped as the two of them shrieked in shock. Then Voldemort dropped them to the ground and walked out. Harry yanked at the shackles on his wrists, trying desperately to get free. Arthur and Molly were moaning on the ground as their blood flowed onto the ground. Harry watched as the two Weasley parents slowly bled to death, all the while struggling desperately to get free. Voldemort returned to unshackle Harry only after the two were dead. Then he walked out again.
Harry lay on the ground sobbing. He could barely breathe from the pain. Arthur and Molly had been like parents to him. He loved them so much. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, knowing that he could not watch any more death. He turned and slammed his head against the shackles on the wall over and over again. When his head was a mass of blood, he finally collapsed on the ground, unconscious.