Harry Potter and the Element's of Surprise

Chap. 1: Prologue: Kidnapping Discoveries and Reunions

Privet Drive of Little Whinging Surrey looked like any other street. Neat houses, flowerbeds and the like, normal looking people with families and jobs.

But looks are deceiving! Harry James Potter of #4 Privet drive was anything but normal! For Harry was a 15-almost 16-year old wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But even in the magical world Harry isn't what's considered "normal". Except by his two best friends, Ronald Steven Weasley and Hermione Annabelle Granger and their families. For Harry isn't "Harry" in the wizarding world. He was known as the-Boy-Who-Lived, The-One-Who-Defeated-The-Dark-Lord, the-world's-saviour and even Dumbledore's-Golden-Boy.

But Harry hated that life. Nobody ever saw past the curse scar, the untameable black hair or the emerald green eyes. No one ever looked past the "image" to see the grief-stricken teen that he was.

Harry had lost both his parents at the tender age of one. In his fourth year he'd lost his fellow Tri-Wizard competitor Cedric Diggory. And, just weeks ago he'd lost the only father figure he'd ever known; his godfather Sirius Black.

All these deaths and the grief they caused others Harry blamed himself for. His parents died trying to save him, Cedric died because Voldemort wanted him and Sirius died because of his "hero complex".

Ever since Harry's return from Hogwarts to the home of his horrible muggle relatives he'd been withdrawn into a abyss of despair. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone. He'd barely eaten anything and had only left his room for bathroom breaks and the occasional nibble of food.

But Harry Potter wasn't the only thing that wasn't normal on Privet Drive that night. Six men in black robes and white masks were moving down the street, headed straight for #4 Privet Drive.

Harry woke quickly when he heard the creak of a door. Maybe Dudley's having a midnight dinner Harry thought with something akin to humour. His whale of a cousin was still as fat as ever but stayed clear away from Harry now.

Harry started slightly. The footsteps had stopped right outside of his door! This couldn't be Dudley. The footsteps were lighter and uneven, indicating more than one person.

Harry's hand shot to his hand as his door slowly creaked open. DEATHEATERS! Even as the thought flew through his mind he opened his mouth to disarm the man. But to his surprise he couldn't talk. It was like his voice box was gone. He didn't talk, he croaked.

"Well if it isn't the little baby Potter. No times for games now! Stupefy!" the familiar voice of Bellatrix Lestrange taunted.

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"Enervate! Well, well, well I see the famous Harry Potter has finally decided to grace us with his consciousness!" cackled a voice Harry knew oh so well. Voldemort.

Harry opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. With a jolt he remembered he couldn't use his voice.

"Aw, poor ickle Potter can't use his voice!" Bellatrix taunted in a baby voice.

Harry's only response was a deep angry animal-like growl. KILL HER! his mind screamed at him, IT'S HER FAULT! KILL HER!

Harry struggled violently against the chains holding him down. He struggled so hard, he was determined to kill Lestrange.

"Tut, tut Harry! You're being rude trying to get my Bella!" Voldemort cackled again, for there was no other word to describe it.

Harry was filled with rage. A rage so powerful it took control over him. He felt his magic trying to push forward, trying to get at those causing his anger.

Without warning Voldemort's wand went flying as he was thrown into a wall. His "precious Bella" following seconds later.

"Get him!" Voldemort screamed in rage.

Without a word or sound spells were shot from Harry, his eyes filled with anger, never leaving Voldemort. But Harry was vastly outnumbered and he was eventually taken down.

"Now Mr. Potter why don't you tell us where the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix are?" Voldemort hissed after Harry was once again restrained, but this time with extra magic.

Harry said nothing. Even if he could, he'd never betray his friends.

"Speak up Harry! Oh, that's right! Sonorous." Voldemort said his laughing cackle echoing in the cavernous hall around them.

Harry was chained to the floor in front of some type of throne. The room was the size of a football field. There was one door, at the very end of the room. There were no other exits.

Harry's only response to Voldemort was another deep-throated growl.

"Don't you have any manners Potter?! It's rude to ignore you host!" Voldemort taunted. his eyes full of malice.

"Go to hell Riddle!" Harry growled, his voice hoarse, but still his voice.

"Tell me where the Order is!" Voldemort growled, his eyes burning into Harry.

"Bite me!" Harry gritted out in pain, his scar burning. And still, the young boy fought Voldemort out of his mind. I'm not letting him get them like he got Sirius! Harry thought with determination.

"Hmm...maybe some persuasion. Bella would you like the honours?" Voldemort asked. Harry knew this persuasion was going to be painful but he also knew he'd never give away his friends.

"Thank you my Lord. It would be my pleasure," Bellatrix said with a small bow, "Crucio!"

Harry felt like a thousand sharp knives were being thrust into him, the pain was unbearable. And yet he still did not scream. He refused to give them that satisfaction. And as suddenly as it had come, the pain stopped.

"Well Harry are you ready to ell us where they are yet?" Voldemort asked with a smirk, fully expecting Harry to crumble.

"I'll never tell you Riddle!" Harry snapped. No matter how much pain he went through, he'd never give up his friends.

"Hmm, is that so? Crucio!" Voldemort said his eyes filled with glee as Harry fell to his knees.

"Tell me Harry, the pain will stop if you do. You know Harry, you and I could be great together!" Voldemort said trying to manipulate him.

"Go to hell!" Harry spat venomously as more crutacious curses were cast at him. And yet, Harry still did not scream.

This continued for some time, it could have just been minutes or it could have been hours, all Harry knew was torture. Oh how he wished for the sweet abyss of unconsciousness. But sadly, it never came.

"Take him away from me! Put him in the dungeons with the others!" Voldemort commanded in disgust, "He'll tell, he just needs more persuasion."

"Yes my Lord. Which cell do you wish him to be put in?" a Death Eater(Harry thought it was Rodolphus Lestrange) asked after kissing his "Lord's" robe hem.

"I don't care! Whichever you like!" Voldemort said in an uninterested voice as if he were already bored.

"I'll never break Riddle. Torture me all you want, I'll never tell you!" Harry whispered hoarsely. The young man was bravely fighting unconsciousness now.

"Yes, yes that's what they all say...Now get him out of my sight!" Voldemort snapped. Harry's resistance was bugging him, which could be seen by his tense body language.

"I'm never going to tell you Tom! NEVER!" Harry yelled as he was dragged away through a passage.

The Death Eater pulled Harry through many more corridors and passageways, twisting and turning expertly through them. They passed many rooms, sometimes empty, sometimes not. Each time Harry heard a tortured scream, saw a tortured person or even a dead body, Harry would stop and whisper, "It'll be okay" before he was dragged away.

Finally they reached their destination. Harry was thrown into a dark cell in a dungeon like room. Attached to his cell were many other damp, sewer-like cells much like his own. The back of his cell was shrouded in darkness.

"We gots the Potter! We gots the Potter!" Lestrange ran off singing cackling.

"Shut up Lestrange!" came a yell that sounded suspiciously like Lucius Malfoy. But he was in Azkaban...right?

"Harry? Holy crap is that really you?" someone asked, emerging from the shadows at the back of the cell. It was a young woman who looked to be around 21,22. She had strawberry blonde hair and (amazingly enough) emerald green eyes.

"Who're you? My God Diana?" Harry cried, eyes wide in shock and surprise. Diana Dursley was Harry's older cousin who'd gone off to boarding school in Scotland when she was 11!

Diana and her parents had had an extremely bad row when Diana was 12 and Diana had left and never come back. This had been a really big blow to 4 year old Harry who's best friend was Diana.

"Ree!" Diana cried, gently pulling Harry into a hug, "I can't believe it's you!"

"Me neither Dee, me neither!" Harry murmured hugging her tightly. Oh how he'd missed his cousin! Diana(or Dee as everyone called her) was the only one nice to Harry. In fact, the Dursleys had only become cruel to Harry after Dee had left!

"Dia? Who is this?" asked another voice from behind Dee. This time it was a man who'd emerged from the shadows. He looked to be Dee's age(22). He was somewhere near 6" tall. He had sea-green eyes and dirty-blonde hair.

"Oh! Julian! This is my cousin Harry James Potter. Ree this is my husband Julian Mathew Daniels," Dee introduced giving her husband a quick kiss.

"Nice to meet another one of Dee's cousins!" Julian said with a smile.

"Nice to meet-" Harry started but then Julian's words fully registered, "What do you mean another?"

Harry was so confused! He was Dee's only cousin!

"You mean you don't know about Mike?" Julian asked looking totally perplexed.

"Who the hell is Mike?" Harry demanded harshly. The physical and emotional pain and stress along with the perplexity of it all was starting to get to him.

"Ree, relax! None of us knew about him till we were captured but you have a twin brother." Diana explained gently, her words slightly calming her younger cousin's irritation.

"T-Twin brother? Me!?" Harry spluttered, "That's impossible! Somebody would have told me! Wouldn't they?"

"Hush, Harry! Calm down! Let me explain!" Diana said, trying to sooth the now almost hysterical Harry Potter. Diana continued to sooth Harry until he finally relaxed against her and waited for her to explain.

"Okay, when you and your twin were born Aunt Lily and Uncle James thought it would be best if nobody knew she had twins. Sirius, Remus, Peter and Dumbledore knew of course but your twin was kept secret from the rest of the world." Diana said

"Well...when Aunt Lily and Uncle James were killed, Voldemort had tried to kill you first but it was reflected. Your twin was saved because of you and wasn't harmed at all."

"Anyway apparently Pettigrew came and took your twin but had thought you were dead because you were unconscious and bleeding. Your twin was placed with a Death Eater family, but was returned here to this place when Voldemort was brought back to "life". He knows all the passages, secret rooms, escapes and everything. And Voldemort thinks he's dead 'cause he's stayed hidden and out of sight for so long. He's also been helping a lot of the other captives escape." Diana finished, giving Harry a smile.

"What's his name? What does he look like? When can I meet him?" Harry rambled before stopping short, " What other captives?"

"There's many other captives here Harry. He's horrible. Just the other day a young girl, no older than 12 was brought in. They raped her, then killed her. Just like that! They didn't even have the decency to bury her! Poor Jasmine!" Diana said, her at-first-outraged voice ending in a voice laden with sorrow.

"He'll pay for this Dee, don't worry. I'll make sure of it! He'll die by my hand!" Harry vowed, his eyes glowing with determination and the thirst for revenge and hate for the man who made Dee this upset.

"You won't be alone brother. I'll be there with you the whole time." came a voice from the entrance of their cell.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Harry demanded, pushing himself in front of his cousins, despite the pain coursing through him.

"Relax. I'm your brother." the boy replied, moving closer so Harry could see him.

The boy was around 5"8 and looked 16. He had chin-length auburn red hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. His facial features were exactly like Harry's minus the scar.

"He's telling the truth Harry. Calm down," Diana soothed trying to get her cousin to relax.

"Hi Harry. The names Mathew Isaac Keegan Ethan Sirius Ivan Remus Isaiah Ulysses Shawn Potter. Mike Sirius Potter for short!" the teen, Mike, said, holding out his hand with a smile.

"Why do you have such a long name?" Harry questioned curiously as he shook the proffered hand.

"Yours is longer," Mike said with a smirk . The young boy's eyes lit up with mischievousness.

"No it's not. Harry James Potter. That's only three including Potter. You on the other hand have like 15!" Harry argued, his head cocked in a comical confusion.

"Actually I only have 11 including Potter. Harry James Potter isn't you full name!" Mike said with an "evil" smirk, "Your full name is Harrison Andrew Remus Orion Lawrence Derrick Joseph Alexander Markus Evan Sirius Potter. That's 12 including Potter. Therefore your name is longer than mine!"

Before Harry could reply to Mike's statement there came another scream. But this time it didn't come from the higher levels. It came from the right of Harry. And Harry knew that voice. It was one he'd dreamed of, it belonged to the one he loved (secretly). Virginia Weasley.

"Ginny? Where the hell is she?" Harry demanded harshly, his eyes panicked, "Why is she screaming?"

"Quick, follow me," Mike replied turning and walking out of the cell, Harry close on his heels. Once out of the cell Mike hurried down to another cell and fumbled with a a set of keys. They were closer to the screams.

And then Harry saw her. She was lying on the ground, thrashing about as if to get away from something. Her clothes were ripped and tatty. Her hair was tangled and dirty. And yet Harry still thought of her as a goddess.

As another of Ginny's screams ripped through the air Harry was snapped back to reality. Harry fell to his knees beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Immediately her eyes snapped open.

"Get away from me!" she cried, scuttling backwards. Her brown eyes were alight with fear, panic. And deeper was the sight of pain that made Harry's heart clench.

"Ginny it's ok! It's me Harry! I'm not going to hurt you! I swear!" Harry said soothingly, moving closer to her. When Harry was close enough, he opened his arms and Ginny threw her self at him in a giant sobbing hug.

"Oh God Harry! It was so awful! I-I was so scared!" Ginny sobbed, clutching him tightly.

"Sh Gin. It'll be alright! I won't let them hurt you. I promise!" Harry murmured softly, absently stroking her hair as he held her close.

A few hours later while Ginny lay snuggled against his side, Harry and his brother started a serious conversation.

"Harry, you have to get out of here," Mike said, concern showing in his eyes.

"Not while others can get out in my place! Work on getting others out instead. Small children especially." Harry replied vehemently, his eyes burning with hatred for Voldemort.

"Harry you have to get out! He'll kill you! Unless.." Mike trailed off thoughtfully, his eyes glazed.

"Unless what?" Harry asked. Anything that could help him against Voldemort would be accepted.

"Well...We could train you. You do have the possibilities of an elemental and I saw you use wandless magic earlier," Mike said thought fully. What followed were exact training details.

Later that night, as Harry lay with Ginny still held close, he thought of his future. Finally he gave into sleep but one thought emerged before he fell asleep. this is goin' to be a hell of a time!

~July 31st~

"Alright, everyone ready?" Harry asked. He'd changed a lot in the last month. His raven hair now reached his should and was no longer untameable. His once dull, lifeless emerald orbs were alive and vibrant again. He now stood at a good 6" and was pretty built.

"Everyone's ready sir!" A man in his late 30's, early 40's responded. This was another one of Voldemort's captives.

"Alright, let's move! And remember to stay together! And watch out for the mess I leave!" Harry commanded. The 80 or so soon-to-be-ex-captives followed Harry's order. He was their unofficial leader.

Harry took the rear of their party, watching their backs. As Harry destroyed their trail along with anything else he could, he was also thinking.

This is for Sirius. This is for my mom and dad. This is for the Longbottom's. This is for the innocence of the world. And this is for my wife and unborn child.

A/N Wowserz! That took me like 3 days to type up! Ya'll better appreciate that! Mmk anyway I used to be known as Muah-Baby-Muah, but I needed a little change! So as you can tell this is my much awaited 6th year story! I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as you did my others! Anyway I'll get the other chapter up as soon as possible! I already have some of it typed up so as soon as I finish it and get at least 5 reviews it'll go up kay? I'll catch ya on the flip side!

Luvs 'n' Hugs,

InDePeNdAnT-cHiK a.k.a Jenny

P.S This was 6(yes SIX!!) pages long! Be proud of me people! *Bows* Thank you, thank you very much.

I'd like to thank my mom for buying the computer...*goes on and bores everyone to death!*

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Me: Well fine then if that's what you want! *runs off crying*

Lolz kay tootles people! AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!