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Harry was sitting in his bedroom at number 4 privett drive, he had been home from school for two weeks now, the warning the order members gave the Dursleys did nothing to deter them as soon as they got back he got the beating of his life and it hadn't stopped since then. He'd not been allowed out of his room since he first stepped into it he was barely being fed, he could feel the life being drained out of him he knew the only thing keeping him alive was his magic sustaining him.
A few hundred mile away one tom marvolo riddle a.k.a lord voldemort, one you know who, was feeling really happy his loyal followers had just escaped from Azkaban, he knew the people at the ministry where fools, well most of them any ways he did have a few followers there ready to do his bidding and here he was just about to go on a mission and was felling things that weren't anything to do with him, and he was confused greatly because there only time he had been able to feel another's it was Potters but there was no way that, that could be true, but he would find out soon. They would be at privett drive within the hour, his order spy as finely been given the knowledge of where the boy-who-lived is. If he where really honest with him self these feelings of anger and loneliness was most likely the only reason that he was going to kidnap Potter it was quite frankly driving him crazy. He looked aroud all his death eaters making sure all was there when he caught sight of his order spy one Severus Snape.