"Where'd you learn to tango?" the image of a middle aged woman wearing emerald roves and dancing with a tall ginger flashed into his mind. "I...I don't know." The wizarding world can't find Harry Potter when he is needed most, and Mark Cohen can't remember anything from his childhood. HP/Rent Crossover

I've had this idea in my mind for forever! Please let me know what you think!

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Prologue

It had not happened…. It could not have happened….Snape killed Dumbledore. Professor Snape killed Dumbledore.

Harry ignored the Order of the Phoenix members as he raced past them in the halls of Hogwarts; while they were all focused on their duels, Harry only paid notice to one thing- Dumbledore's murderer.

"Take that!" shouted Professor McGonagall,and Harry glimpsed the female Death Eater, Alecto, sprinting away, her brother right behind her. He launched himself after them but his foot caught on something, and the next moment he was lying on top of Neville's legs.

"Harry… Snape' n' Malfoy… ran past"

"I know, I'm on it!" said Harry, as he scrambled up from the floor and began sprinting again, ignoring the curses flying around him, the yells for his help, and the bodies lying on the ground- the fate of whom he did not know yet. He pelted toward a shortcut, hoping to close in on Snape and Malfoy as the oak front doors came into view. Harry flew across the entrance hall and out into the dark grounds, gaining on the three figures racing across the lawn.

"Stupefy!"

"Run, Draco!"

Twenty yards apart, the two half-bloods looked at each other as the younger one raised his wand.

Before he could send a jinx at his professor, Bellatrix came into the teen's view and excruciating pain hit Harry. Someone was screaming, he was going to be tortured to death or madness-

"No!" roared Snape's voice and the pain stopped suddenly. "Have you forgotten our orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord- we are to leave him!" But Snape was too late. As those words left the greasy haired man's mouth, a green light flew towards the Boy-Who-Lived.

Suddenly, Harry saw black.

Voldemort was happy. That's as much as Harry could gather the moment he woke up. He wasn't sure where he was; he knew that it was cold and damp, he knew that the floor was a very uncomfortable stone, and he had a feeling that Voldemort thought him to be dead. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Harry realized that he also knew the two voices that were arguing nearby.

"The Dark Lord o-ordered me to guard the body, S-snape!" Peter Pettigrew's nasally voice floated into the chamber Harry was lying in.

"I would have thought that someone even as foolish as you would realize that it was busy work." Snape quibbled. "Why must you guard a dead body, Pettigrew? The door isn't even locked!"

Harry stood, suppressing a groan at his stiffness. How long had he been out? How was he going to get out of here? How was he even alive?

"Well, why must you see a dead body? It hasn't changed since that last you've seen it!"

It might have been the adrenaline coursing through his veins, or the nerves bubbling in his stomach, but Harry suddenly felt as though it were now or never to escape. He was wandless, confused, and achy with only one option of fleeing- towards the arguing Death Eaters.

"What are you trying to do, Severus?" Wormtail roared. Neither man acknowledged Harry's oncoming footsteps, nor did Harry notice Snape's raised was, none of them noticed the other until the Potter collided with his father's old friend, and the "Obliviate" that Snape intended for the rat, instead hit the teenager. Harry saw a look of pure shock on his potion professor's face, and once again, everything went black.

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-Bri