Post OOTP-

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter one

Harry was walking down Mongolia Crescent. The sun was setting, and he had just enough time to get home before Dudley would, or else he would be late. He felt as though he was walking past the same picture, over and over again. Each house was the same, with an occasional bushel of flowers that represented a different color.

Harry had been walking for well over two hours. He had grown accustomed to it. Since Sirius had died just a month ago…. It- it just helped cleared his mind. His energy would often wither, and he would be able to sleep. Which if he was lucky, he would not dream of Sirius falling through the veil again.

Harry still felt guilty of Sirius's death. If he hadn't believed in the vision all would be well. When Harry could remember to do it though, he would blame the death on Snape's jeering and taunting. That was what also had pushed his Godfather out of the house.

Harry had seen Dudley and his gang in the park only an hour ago, and hoped that Dudley had not already separated from his cronies and made his way back to Privet Drive.

Cronies…Like Malfoy's 'cronies', Crabbe and Goyle, or Crap and Gargoyle as he had now thought of them. He hated Malfoy so much. Malfoy had gotten him in trouble with Umbridge, and had helped ruin the D.A…. Not to mention he was part of the inquisitorial squad.

When Harry was not out walking, he was locked in his room, pretending not to exist as he had years ago. During those isolated days, he would practice wandless magic. It was undetected, and he was able to use it without getting caught by anyone. Although he could not perform every spell in the book, he was rather proud of his progress.

He had also put a lot more time into Occlumency. He had enough motivation and determination now. He would not be fooled again. In another month or so, he was sure no one would be able to break into his mind. Not even Voldemort himself. He was even practicing to block the link they shared.

Harry started to break into a run, he was not far from Privet Drive, and Dudley might get home before him. Besides, if he got home late, he was sure his relatives would lock him out and he would get to sleep outside on the lovely comfy doorstep.

Running around the Corner and onto Privet Drive, Harry spotted Dudley not far away coming up from the end of the street. Running faster-

THWACK!

Harry felt a horrible pain in his head as he dropped to the ground, his hands in front of him supporting his fall.

"Are you sure this is Potter," Harry heard a voice behind him he recognized instantly. "That was way to easy."

"Yes Bellatrix," came the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy. "Now grab the boy and let's go."

At these words, Harry frantically tried to stand, but was held into place by a firm, black boot.

"Just stun him and get it over with." Lucius said impatiently.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix shrieked, and watched as Harry writhed and wreathed on the ground screaming. Lucius gave her a glare.

"Oops, Wrong spell." She giggled, and muttered a stunning spell.

"Come on potter, let's go," Harry heard Lucius mutter, as he picked him up, and they apparated away.

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Harry was enervated, and found himself in the familiar center of Deatheaters.

Guess this is it for the great Harry Potter, Harry thought jokingly to himself. Voldemort has me again, wandless too. But he doesn't know what else I can do.

Harry stood up, ready for the worst, and a speech from Voldemort, but it never came. Instead, Voldemort's attention focused solely on the Deatheater he was having a chat with.

"Great, you can do it then?" Voldemort said, now a little louder.

"Yes mi'lord," the deatheater said humbly, before bowing and returning to his place in the center.

"All right, Nott's taking care of his vision- you two," Voldemort said pointing to two random Deatheaters, "Hair cut. Only a trim…. You find him some decent clothes."

"Wait- what?" but Voldemort was completely ignoring Harry's presence. It kind of bothered him a bit.

"Oh and Bellatrix, make sure the boy showers and eats. He probably hasn't eaten for what looks like a week." Voldemort said, staring at Harry's stick form. "Severus are you sure we wont need the age potion?"

"Age potion?" Harry said confused, but was once again ignored. He did not want to be fed a-

"Not at all Mi'lord, he should be fine." Snape stepped forward, bowing and returning to his place. Yay Snape, Harry thought.

"Great, then I'll be there in an hour to modify his memory." Voldemort said waving his hand.

"What?" said Harry, looking around frantically? "No- no, no, no, no, no! You can't do that!" Harry felt an arm brush his shoulder, but he jerked forward, realizing a Deatheater was making a move to grab him.

Harry waved his hand, and the section of Deatheaters closest to the set of doors leading out was blown away.

"Harry, I can and I will. Don't be rash. Just come back over here"-

"No," Harry screamed, delivering a roundhouse kick to a deatheater giving another attempt to reach him. Putting up another shield as a weak stunner came at him, he bolted for the door. Behind him, holding one hand up as a full body shield, Harry tried to turn the knob. It wouldn't budge.

"Alohamora," Harry said desperately. "Aloha"- But Harry's shield was instantly broken by a series of crucios.

"Harry, you knew you could not escape. Why did you waste your time?" Came Voldemort's high and boastful voice. Harry did not answer, he was too weak. "Tie him up."

Harry felt magical ropes entwine around his body. They prevented him from doing his wandless magic, but the sets of the Cruciatious curse did as well.

Harry felt himself be picked up roughly by the elbows, and shoved through doors. A small crowd of Deatheaters followed them up the stairs, and into a large room.

Harry felt as though he had entered a hotel suite. The room had a king size bed, a wardrobe and sitting area. Not to mention a full size bathroom and mini library.

The deatheater, who was holding him, handed him into the arms of Bellatrix Lestrange, who pushed him through the bathroom door. Oh Lord, Harry thought as Bellatrix ran the water high with foamy bubbles at the top. He knew what was coming. Bellatrix removed his shirt and happily began to do the rest, being the sick, twisted pervert that she was, and then dunked him in the tub.

The water took him a moment to get used to, as it was scalding hot, but Harry came around. Bellatrix began scrubbing him, and washing his hair as he sat there immobile during the process.

When the process was finished, Bellatrix dried him off and began to unfold a black robe.

"I'm not wearing that." Harry snapped, showing his Gryffindor stubborn. "It looks like a dress."

"Would you rather be naked? I wouldn't mind it." Bellatrix replied in a voice Harry thought sounded a bit like Moaning Myrtle's when she had acted that way.

"Dress it is." Harry said aggravated. If the youngest Malfoy was a deatheater…. He shuddered at the thought of his school rival seeing him in that embarrassment.

After Harry was dressed, he was tied to a surprisingly comfortable chair where a house elf with a tray of food was waiting.

A deatheater took the tray, and shoved the elf away.

"Uh, how am I supposed to"- by Harry was quickly interrupted by the deatheater cramming a slice of bread in his mouth. Harry gagged, and then swallowed. "Thanks." He said his tone dripping with sarcasm.

A deatheater stepped up, and removed Harry's glasses and pulled out his wand. Harry guessed him to be Nott. Immense pain was surging through Harry's eyes and forehead as the Deatheater roughly scraped the wand around the upper part of Harry's face.

When the Deatheater tested Harry's vision he asked, "What are these?" Harry saw clearly he was holding up his black-rimmed glasses.

"My glasses," Harry replied dumbly.

"Good," and with that the deatheater dropped them to the floor, smashing them beneath his foot before walking away.

Harry saw little snippets of hair fall down to the ground, some falling on his 'robe.' Harry hoped they would not give him as bad a haircut as his aunt did years ago. Harry wondered if his relatives were even worried about him…. Nope.

Harry heard a soft noise, and he saw all the hair that had been cut rise into the air and vanish.

And now we wait, Harry thought, not at all excited for his and Voldemorts' next encounter.

The doors opened and Voldemort walked in, wearing a triumphant smirk. "Oh how the great Harry Potter has changed. Years ago you wouldn't even think of joining me, and now, your all up for it how sweet."

"D-do you have to wipe my memory?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes Harry. I'm afraid we do. You see, your hatred for the dark side and me is too strong. I'm afraid I have too. But do not fret; this is for your own good. You will be more powerful than ever. You will not even want to remember any of this."

"No, No, that's not true," said Harry pushing his head back at Voldemort's nearing wand. "You can't do this!"

"Oh I can Harry," said Voldemort as one Deatheater held Harry's head firmly in place. "And I will."

Voldemort's words followed a flash of light and-
"OBLIVIATE!"

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