Lets' do this thing! Don't own XD

I'm sorry that this is so late guys, but there's been a lot going on at the minute. My life is striking back with a vengeance -_-' hate it when that happens… You know on my word processor it looks like I've written a lot, but on here its' like 'is that all pffft!' Well enjoy it anyway. OK I've rambled long enough I think

Opening his eyes, Harry questioned the long term effects of being unconscious for so long, sitting up slowly he took in the change of scenery. A small square room, Harry judged it to be about 5 strides in width and 6 in length, it was barely furnished, a wooden table and chair stood opposite to him, rickety and scratched they had obviously seen some wear and tear. A medieval candelabra stood blackened against the south wall as was the door which Harry assumed to be the only way in and out of the room, testing it with his senses he found it to be locked and warded, layers upon layers of protection were plastered against the thick wooden door. A bookcase with books and tombs alike was a short distance away from the foot of his bed.

Craning his neck to see behind him Harry saw another door that was open and inside he could see it was a modest bathroom with all the basic necessities. Reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes, before a jingling sound stopped him half way, looking down he saw a silvery chain, that moved liquidly almost like water across his skin, it was attached to his right wrist and following it, it flowed diagonally down his torso and was secured around his left ankle which then in turn flowed over the side of the bed and into the floor seamlessly and into the head of the bed without a trace. Harry sighed as he felt the raw power that travelled through the chain he knew it would be unbreakable, and given his current situation he couldn't have tried, silently snarling at the chains he reached a hand up to cover his red eye, his anomaly, or he would have if there wasn't a thick black patch across it, completely sealing it off and it's magic.

Harry smirked as he recalled how he came to get the damned patch.

Flashback

The heavy door of the dungeon room opened slowly revealing a disgruntled Severus Snape with a heavy tomb in his arms, covering him in dust. His normally crisp robes showed creases and his eyes were sunken with exhaustion, Harry looked him over before smirking at him.

"You insufferable little brat! Why did you not tell us? Or has the cat really got your tongue?" Snape spat.

Harry had no intention of answering him, he just continued to look at his former professor. Contempt in his eyes. "Fine, but hear me now Potter, we will find a way, these little pranks you are pulling are only ensuring the next test will all the more painful." and with that he swept out of the dank room, slamming the door behind him.

Harry allowed himself a little chuckle while what Snape said was true Harry alone knew the answer to binding his power was simple, Voldemort and Co were just overcomplicating things.

First they tried a ritual which required a lot of blood, it was an ancient ritual which saw Harry painted with the blood, he hated the rustic smell and the way it peeled and flaked as it dried across his skin and more created the pentagram he was in, the runes had to be perfect or else the repercussions would be disastrous. The incantation itself was in old English and took over an hour to be completed, Harry lay in the pentagram feeling the life stream of a stranger drying on his skin and an immense wave of boredom consumed him. When the ritual was completed nothing what so ever happened and from his bound place in the middle Harry wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting death eaters, taking delight in singing Bella's unnaturally frizzy hair. Until that is someone knocked him out again.

This was followed by two more rituals, countless intense incantations and a river of potions, some painful, some painless, all ineffective. This went on for a few weeks or so, the lack of light made time blend together, the speed of time seemed to make all these spells and potions possible. Each time Harry was returned to his dark cold dungeon room. Until…

They found their answer, damn them!

Harry was back in his cell, chains still holding his against the wall. He was reminiscing, back to the times of Halloween feasts, classes and friends, all seemed so obsolete now.

Lord Voldemort had entered, breaking him out of his trance and looked so smug, he said nothing as the other 3 nightmares walked in behind him and nothing again when he held up an object.

A simple black patch with a protection spell and a sticking charm layered onto it.

Harry widened his eyes, Voldemorts smirk increased and he waved his hand.

The chains tightened rendering movement impossible, Harry couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Voldemort walked towards him with Draco right behind him, they both knelt down close to Harry and Voldemort motioned to Malfoy, he nodded and grabbed Harry's' head lifting it slightly, Harry tensed immediately. Voldemort closed in with that damned patch, pressing it against his red eye, Harry slumped as he felt the power drain away and hide like an injured puppy, he was no danger anymore.

And the dark devils knew it, the atmosphere abruptly changed. Becoming triumphant and smug they all but sauntered back out of the door shutting it behind them. Harry then gave in to darkness.

Damn Them

End flashback

I know its short, but…. I'm running outta steam