While the rest of the school was upstairs enjoying the end of term feast Harry Potter absentmindedly wandered the halls of Hogwarts. Since loosing his godfather and finding out about his grim fate he hadn't been able to keep anything down and in his morose mood being around all those happy people would have made him sick anyway.
Suddenly, as he was passing through the dungeons, he heard the stampede of hundreds upon hundreds of feet moving through the corridors, and realised that the feast was over. He made his way towards the stairs knowing he had to get out of the Snake territory before the Slytherins returned and back up to Gryffindor tower before Hermione returned or his well meaning but annoying friend was likely to send out a search party and spend the rest of the night psychoanalyzing him.
Unfortunately he didn't get far. He didn't notice but as he passed one of the disused classrooms the door opened and someone whispered a curse. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry's arms and legs immediately locked together in the body binding curse. He struggled against it but it was to no avail. His wand was in his back pocket but he couldn't get to it. He was well and truly at the mercy of whoever had kidnapped him. He berated himself for being stupid enough to walk through the Snake territory without a wand drawn.
He was quickly levitated into the classroom and surprisingly gently leaned up against the wall. "Sorry about this, Potter but it had to be done," said a voice that Harry couldn't quite place. There was at least two people involved in his kidnapping because while someone spoke to him Harry could hear someone else magically sealing the classroom door.
"We couldn't think of any other way to get you to talk to us," a third voice agreed, just as Harry realised it was four against one. Shit! He thought.
Surprisingly he was released from the body bind but by that stage someone had taken his wand. "And you didn't think that actually talking to me before you resorted to kidnapping might be a good idea?" he asked scathingly, recognising Blaise Zambini, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis, all of Slytherin.
Their house affiliation was alarming but none of them were a part of Malfoy's little band of sycophantic cronies and didn't torment other houses like most of their fellow Slytherins did. In fact, in the five years he'd attended Hogwarts, Harry could only recall speaking maybe half a dozen words to each of them. He hadn't heard a bad word about them or from them so, provided that they didn't try and attack him he decided that, despite them kidnapping him, he would give them a chance.
"Okay, forgive me for being slightly suspicious here but I'm distinctly outnumbered here and would feel a hell of a lot better about listening if I wasn't the only unarmed one," he said. "How about you put all the wands in the middle of the room and we'll all take three steps backwards."
"That seems fair," Daphne, who was quite obviously the leader of this little group, said. All the Slytherins did as they suggested.
When they were each a safe distance from the pile of wands Harry looked at them expectantly. "Well?" he asked. "I'm assuming you didn't kidnap me for fun. What do you want?"
It looked as though it was really costing Blaise Zambini to ask for help, especially the help of a Gryffindor, so the fact that he did really earned him a hell of a lot of respect in Harry's eyes. "What we want, Potter is for you to train us like you trained the DA. We want you to train us to protect ourselves from deatheaters."