Chapter 11

Harry awoke the next morning to find the Dark Lord in the room, sitting next to his bed.

"Well, I am glad you are awake. I've wanted to talk to you about last night," Voldemort said.

Harry sat up, "Why? Are you going to punish me for trying to escape again?"

"No, I have decided to let that go, but there is another reason I wanted to see you," said the Dark Wizard.

He handed Harry a newspaper that said "Boy Who Lived Missing." Harry put it down, frustrated.

"I have another reason." Voldemort took out a piece of parchment and a quill, "You are going to write a letter to Dumbledore and tell him you have decided to join me. If I see any codes in there, you will have a broken wrist."

"I don't care. You can do what you want. I won't do it," Harry said. Harry's scar burned as Voldemort took hold of his wrist.

"Listen here, my little Horcrux. I have been generous to you lately, but I can change my mind. I could lock you up somewhere you wouldn't know what the sun felt like again."

Voldemort's grip became stronger on Harry's wrist.

"Please let go," Harry begged.

The Dark Wizard released Harry and said, "I do not aim to hurt you, Harry. That is the last thing I want to do, but test my patience and I will. Now, let's begin."

Harry angrily picked up the quill.

"What do you want me to write?"

"Just tell Dumbledore you are happy and that you are being well cared for by me. Tell him that I know the secret about what you are and that if he tries to send anyone after you, I will kill them myself or have them killed."

Voldemort's eyes gleamed and Harry could tell that he was enjoying this plan. Harry began to write while the Dark Wizard watched. Once Harry was done writing, Voldemort took the note.

"I will send this to Dumbledore and we will begin teaching you wandless magic," said the dark Wizard.

"Wait? You are going to start teaching me now?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. I think it is about time you start learning. I would hate to see good potential go to waste."

Voldemort left the room, and closed the door. Harry was left wondering how much longer he could hold out before he lost it. He lay down on the bed.

"I can't take it," he said. "Please someone come take me out of here."