"How could've I have been so stupid?" I said for the hundredth time. Ron rolled his eyes.

"There's nothing you could have done, Harry. It wasn't your fault. Like I've been saying, we can always blame Draco." Ron said, attempting to sound reassuring. We were sitting in Malfoy Manor's dungeon. I couldn't live with myself after how I'd failed everyone who had had faith in me. Almost everyone who trusted me was sitting in Azkaban. Only Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, George, and I were still here. The depressing part is that I'd rather die than anything else right now. We had been in here for a week. I'd been refusing food for two days unless Hermione made me eat. Nearly every day, one of us was taken upstairs for our fate to be decided. I knew I would be the last one, but I couldn't bear the thought of my friends being killed, or placed in Azkaban, or be made slaves to the deatheaters. I honestly had no idea what they wanted to do with me. Killing me would be the easy option, but they would never let me die that quickly. With all of the terrifying and guilty thoughts swimming around my head, life was a nightmare. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat even if I wanted to, and I couldn't even close my eyes without replaying the last few moments of battle, when I'd lost it for everyone.

"Everyone stand against the wall! I need Longbottom." I was already against the wall, so I scooted back a little further. Lucius Malfoy opened the door, grabbed Neville by his dirt crusted shirt collar, and yanked him upstairs. I heard the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange carry down the stairs. I heard Neville scream and winced. Ginny squeezed my hand and attempted a smile.

"There's nothing you could have done." She said. Everyone had been saying this to me since I woke from my unconsciousness after the battle. I put my head in my hands, wishing I could get out of here.

"Give that one to Bellatrix." Voldemort said, extra loud so that I could hear him. I heard Neville's cries and almost began crying myself. My scar was on a constant burn cycle. The combination of my scar and my friends being tortured was far too much for my unstable mind. The cell door opened up again, and a house elf came in with a tray of food and water. He sat it on a wooden box in the back and left. The house elf reminded me of Dobby which made me think about how I couldn't save him. He locked the cell door again, and I grabbed a glass of water that was sitting on the crate. I downed it in about two seconds. I was grateful that they were at least attempting to keep us alive for a while. I guess we weren't much use to them dead. Hermione sat down on my left after one of her hourly pacing sessions. I couldn't look her in the eye anymore. Her parents had been found because of me. They had been killed, and it was my fault entirely. She still had tinge of sadness in her eyes. The deatheaters had forced her to watch them be killed. She put her head on my shoulder, and I patted her shoulder absently. We all sat in silence for about ten minutes.

"Harry, we're being pathetic. We've escaped this cell before, and we can do it again." Ron said determinedly.

"Ron, I hate to rain on your parade, but last time, we had Dobby and lives. It's not going to happen." I said, feeling as depressed as a seventeen year old could be, maybe even more. I heard someone else walking down the stairs. I shut up and went into the back corner to hide from view.

"I need all of you. Come quietly or face the consequences." Lucius said. I stood up and brushed off my jeans. I went behind everyone so that I would be far away from Lucius. I really didn't know what was about to happen. We were forced into the makeshift meeting room. I was terrified.