Witches and Wizards

Chapter 1

Harry was in a bad mood and confused; there was no explanation. When he woke that morning to go to Diagon Alley to stock up on potion ingredients, supplies for his broom, and owl treats for his new white owl Harry did not think of being kidnapped. And that's exactly what happened; he was kidnapped. He was just passing an alley when he was attacked by couple of beings that were not human and knocked out.

Now he was chained up by his feet and hands in an unknown dark place. It was only several moments later did two of the same beings he saw attacking him came into the cell he was in and took hold of him. They dragged Harry down a corridor and into a lit room were several humans and nonhumans stood in front of a platform–which he was thrown very close to with other humans also chained up and dressed in a white rag. A man walked up to the platform with a wide smile, looking at his collection before turning to face the group.

Harry listened very carefully to what was going on and what the man was saying. What little pieces he took made him panicked for it sounded as though the group chained up sounded like an auction. This was confirmed seconds later when he was pushed on to the platform, not able to move his arms or legs.

"Welcome, ladies and demons, to the place where the best slaves and souls you'll find up for auctioned anywhere in the underworld–guaranteed or your powers back. Now, we have a very powerful wizard here! A wizard with a different background of magic! Friends don't let this one get away! He's a true prize for any soul collector either/or trader. So, shall we start the bidding, say at... four powers?" The auctioneer played and teased the group.

A she-demon raised a hand, "Six powers!"

A warlock next to her sneered at her, "Eight powers!"

"Twelve powers and a fire potion!"

The auctioneer grinned widely at this, "Going once!"

He pointed to the two men with red eyes, very pale skin, and platinum white hair. There was murmur of disappointment amongst the group of demons, many of them sulking or glaring at the two demons ready to take the wizard back to their lair.

"Going twice...SOLD!"

Before Harry knew what was happening, he was once again knocked unconscious before being handed over to the two demons that purchased him. The auctioneer knew just how strong the young man was, he felt the magic within him; and the wizard would have fought not only his men but also the two demons that had purchased him.

'For a very good price, might I add.' The auctioneer thought smugly as he saw the two demons and wizard shimmering away.

With another wide grin, he turned to see what witch or wizard his men had kidnapped to start the auction once more. They had gotten him a good collection this time, the auctioneer very grateful for the amount of powers and other items he would be receiving as payment.


Harry was slowly gaining consciousness. With his mind still foggy and in a daze, he tried to look around, or at least open his eyes. But everything felt heavy and almost stone-like, making it harder for the young wizard to lift anything, even his fingers. Yet, as Harry was finally able to open his eyes to slits, he was aware of being laid on a cold and hard surface and voices coming somewhere far away.

The young wizard stared up at the ceiling, his mind wondering as he tried to move some inch of his figure. Oh, what he would give anything to reset that morning and do it all over again.

'What have I done to deserve this?' He thought with a tired sigh.

He laid there for several more minutes before the two demons that had purchased him came into his line of view. One of the men turned for a few seconds before coming back with a dagger in his hand. He cut open Harry's shirt then carved a symbol on the wizard's chest–all the while Harry holding back a cry of pain. As the blood trickled down his stomach, he saw the demon's satisfaction on his face.

"The symbol is completed. Now all we need is his powers to restore our full powers back to what they once were." The man with the knife said to his companion.

The two demons raised their hands, palms out towards Harry, and started to chant. The wizard saw the demons hands glow red, his magic starting to be drained from him. The one thing Harry could remember before he was about to pass out were two men in Muggle clothing arriving to the side of the demons before they blew up into dust.

A/N: A little short, I know, but I just wanted to get that out and see what everyone thought about it first. Please review and let me know!!