Not quite sure where this story will lead, but set in DH when Harry, Ron and Hermione get captured and then escape from Malfoy Manor. However, needing a house elf to apparate, what happens if the knife misses Dobby and stabs Harry's hand, causing them to become separated? Death Eaters were never the best hosts for some-one like Harry, but where does Drao stand and what's going on behind the scenes for him? Rated M for a good reason! I don't own Harry Potter, credit to the Queen! Please review – positive or constructive, both are good. Thanks! :)

"Ron, catch and GO!" He yelled, throwing one of the wands at him. Harry seized Dobby's hand and spun on the spot to disaparate with him. But mid-turn he could see a silver object flying, there was a sudden immense pain in his hand, making it instinctively spread. This, and the wet blood, meant that as the others Dissaperated, Harry's hand slid from its grasp, and he was left standing in the middle of Malfoy Manor, entrapped with the characters of his nightmares.

There was but a seconds' silence of shock – Harry's then immediate reaction was to run, but cords bound him and he was immobilised. Panic washed over, and then the room span out of focus as his scar seared with blinding pain. They have destroyed one! Into the crashing ocean depths he fell, pain ripping through his body and a howl escaping his lips as part of his maimed soul died. Blackness surrounded him...

And from this blackening Harry pulled the present back into focus. He realised he was screaming, and pain really was contorting itself within him... and then his blood was acid, snakes were coiled round him, tightening, constricting, suffocating, a thousand daggers were slicing at his skin- and then it stopped. He was lying spread eagle on his back on a cold, hard stone floor, three wands pointed at him. All had performed the cruciatous curse at the same time. His vision had tunnelled, but as everything started to swim back into focus he could see Belatrix, Lucius and Narcissa's gleeful faces leering over him. He tried to sit up, he had hardly any strength left...

Suddenly the pain was back; every muscle was knotting, congealing, turning to stone, he could hear screaming a thousand miles away- and it was over again. He was gasping, covered head to toe in a cold sweat, lights were brightening and dimming, the ebbing blackness began to take over his sight, sounds were becoming irrelevant...

"Enervate!" Said a sharp voice, and suddenly all senses were painfully heightened back to their usual state, as if someone had thrown cold water over him.

"Draco," The same voice said, sounding dangerously sweet. "Wouldn't you like to join in the fun? Prove to daddy and mummy that you really are a Death Eater?"

"Don't talk-"

"Shut up, Cissy!" The voice snarled, before returning to it's twisted lilt "What? Are you afraid he will prove himself worthless again? Come Here!"

From the gaining grasp of reality Harry could make out the pale faced blonde, just taller than himself, edging into his view. Draco stooped down and picked his wand up off the floor where Harry had dropped it. Not that Harry cared, but he looked torn, as if holding an internal war with himslef.

"Well, go on, Draco!" Said a rougher voice, egging him on with an almost pleading tone.

The wand pointed to him, "Crucio" his body jerked as a spasm of pain fled through him, but this was nothing compared to earlier.

"Mean it Draco." The voice spoke of all haunted warnings and threats if he did not comply.

Draco narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowed. A gurgling laugh escaped Harry's lips – it reminded him of his third year, trying to think of something happy to create a patronus. But this was as different as black was to white. One shade of grey away. The laugh soon gave way to shouts of pain, agony, he didn't know where it was coming from, it felt as there was a huge whole inside of him, everything was collapsing inwards, twisting down into this miserable cold black vaccume... and then blackness took him again.