Johnny
Prologue
A little blonde haired boy crouched behind a television set, shaking uncontrollably. His breathe coming in frightened gasps. Try as he might to suppress them, they just got worse.
CRASH!
Came the sound of the bookshelf from the next room. The boy gave a non-voluntary jerk at the sound and stared terrified at the double sliding doors, waiting.
He's going to fine me, God! He's going to find me! Sly where are you! Please! Sly! The boy thought frantically; mentally calling, begging for help.
"BOY! Where are you! You better answer me," the man yelled stumbling into the room where the little boy was hiding.
Lightning flashed outside, and rain started pounding against the window. The man looked out the window as though it might have been the little boy making the noise, taking this distraction the little boy sprinted out of the room as fast as he could.
Noticing the movement behind him, the man turned just in time to see the little boy turn the to the left and sprint down the hall. He gave an evil smirk at the sound of little boys' startled cry.
He walked out of the room, and came face to face with his accomplice. He was a tall, large man with a goatee with brown eye and hair. He was holding the little blonde haired boy with one arm against his side. The little boy was hanging loosely, his head bobbing with the mans' walk; arms hanging to the floor, he was obviously unconscious.
"Go im boss," he said casually, as though he had just caught a dog that had just escaped from its leash.
"Good Anthony, take him to the lab," he said, the large man, Anthony, turned and headed for the library.
The little boy blinked in the bright light shining above him. He tried to raise a hand to shield his eyes but found that they were strapped down. He looked frantically around. Trying to see if he could find something that might help him to escape his bonds.
"It wont work this time my son," came the soft whisper next to the boys' ear. He jerked to his right to find the man's face not two inches from his face. The cold amber eyes, like stone, boring into his own emotionally bright eyes.
The man detecting the little boys fear raised his head, smirking evilly. He moved the light above the little boy to the left as the get a better view of his terrified eyes again.
The sound of squeaky wheels came to the boys' ears he paled at the sound. The mans' smirk turned into sneer of utmost, devilish, pleasure at the little boys' fear. Anthony came into view of, pushing a cart with a bunch of needles and instruments that were all too familiar to the boy.
Looking from the cart to the men the boy squeaked, "D-daddy p-plea-ease…" he pleaded desperately, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. But it was no use pleading. He recognized that look in the older mans' eye, and he new that there was no way to get out of this, this time.
The man turned to the cart and chose a needle filled to the max with a black liquid. Turning to the wide-eyed boy, his own eyes alight with malice, and stuck the needle to the brim in the little boys neck.
A scream broke from the little boys' lips as the black fluid spread through his body.
A twelve-year-old boy with shoulder length blonde hair woke with a start in his four-poster bed in the tower dorms of the Gryffindors house of Hogwarts; as thunder clashed and lightning stuck the grounds outside.