Stolen Once, Stolen Back

Warning(s): AU, Harry/Friends Other Parent Fic, Dark Harry, Manipulating Dumbledore, One little OC, Weasley/ Albus Bashing, Good Malfoys

Pairings : Only Harry/Draco and Fred/Tonks for now

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling; ergo don't own Harry Potter

Set: fifth year before the hearing

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Harry's mind was racing. A hand pressed against his mouth kept him from screaming out. He couldn't see his captors but a wand press into his back kept him from calling out when Sirius walked past a few seconds after being dragged into a cupboard.

'Shhh, Harry quite,' said a soft voice in his ear.

He instantly recognised it as one of the twins' and relaxed.

'We can't explain here but we have to leave,' the twin said.

Harry quietly whispered, 'Where did you get your funding for your joke shop?'

'You mate your triwizard earnings set us up. Will you come with us now?' the other twin asked.

'Ok, where are we going?'

'Can't tell, they have listening devices all over the house. We're pretty sure they haven't covered this cupboard but we might be wrong.'

The twins grabbed each of his arms and softly lead him to the front door. Waiting for them were Tonks, Bill and Hermione.

'Harry,' Hermione whispered, 'what's going on?'

'I don't know,' Harry whispered back.

Harry rubbed his arms where the twins had dug their fingernails in. The twins had started a whispered conversation with Bill who had pulled out an unused inkwell.

Tonks smiled at him, 'Wotcher.'

'Hi Tonks.'

'Please, Harry, call me Nymphadora now,' she smirked.

Both Harry and Hermione were floored. Nymphadora hated her name; it was not possible for her to prefer it to Tonks.

'What?' Hermione gasped.

'I've realised a bit about my family culture and Nymphadora isn't that bad a name.'

'Okay,' Hermione said softly and disbelievingly.

Bill smirked down at them, 'you two, we need to leave immediately or people will find us. We are leaving by portkey but the old coot has set up wards that won't let portkeys work inside this house so we'll have to leave from the street. We will be venerable for five seconds so be alert. When we land we should be outside a set of black gates with a carriage waiting for us. They will take us to the manor. Have you got the drill?'

'I think so,' Harry said as Hermione murmured, 'alright.'

They must have made a weird procession. Four young adults and two teenagers clutching an inkwell while trying to leave a house silently. Nymphadora tripped twice. The second time was in front of the portrait of Mrs Black. Just before she could start screaming Bill turned to face her.

'Good Evening Lady Black. I'm Alphard Nigel Black. I know that your house is being fouled but we Blacks need to escape from the filth in this house,' his face adopted a sneer of scorn, 'I will rid your house of them soon.'

'Of course Alphard, I understand completely,' Harry was shocked by her sanity when not screaming like a banshee, 'But can you please introduce your friends. It is always good to meet young Blacks and there are a rather lot of them.'

'Certainly Lady Black, this is Nymphadora Black, daughter of Andromeda.'

'Ah yes young Andromeda how is she doing. I thought she had run off with a muggle.'

Nymphadora smiled, 'she did. Luckily I take after the wizarding side of the family.'

'Good girl and very polite.'

'And we are Rodolphus and Rastaban Lestrange the eighth,' the twins said together, 'and this is our brother Nathanial,' they said gesturing at Harry. 'We are very sorry not to be able to introduce our sister to you; she was named after you.'

'Splendid to meet you three. I'm sure I'll meet your sister someday,' Mrs Black said then noticed Hermione, 'And who is this?'

Bill answered quickly, 'Cassiopeia Elladore Black, my younger sister.'

'How do you do Cassiopeia?' Mrs Black asked politely.

Harry noticed that Hermione seemed very scared pretending to be a pureblood to the painting that screamed curses at them daily.

'Very well, Lady Black, yourself?' her voice trembled.

'Radiantly. I must say, this visit by the young people has cheered me greatly. Perhaps I should visit the Malfoys, there is a Black married in there somewhere with children right?'

Hermione and Harry shared a pale look but none of the other seemed disturbed.

Bill smiled charmingly, 'we are heading there now. We will be having a heavy reunion of sorts perhaps you could drop by tomorrow instead?'

'Of course Alphard. You lot don't need us dead folk bothering you.'

'Thank you kindly Lady,' Bill said with a bow.

Everyone gripped the inkwell again and they left the house. As soon as they had crossed the threshold of the house Harry felt the familiar tug low in his stomach.

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