Disclaim: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters or the univers.
A/N: Yeah, so I decided to write a new fanfiction. And I swear I will finish this one. Having a muse who will do everything to make you update is definitly a reason. I don't know how fast I'll update, guess it depends on how much time I'll have and how often my muse will bug me.
I. The Kidnapping of the-boy-who-lived
Harry was sitting on a bench in the park in Surrey. Deep in thoughts but not too deep. As the three cloaked figures appeared out of nowhere he didn't jump. No. He sat there it appeared he was deep in thought. So the three cloaked figures went on with their plan. The first stunner came from the slightly smaller person. It didn't hit. Harry had jumped out of the way, he was fast and as he jumped he took his wand out to shield himself from the next hex of the taller one. 'Why do they always have to start hexing and cursing before they say what they want?' Harry thought while he jumped and duck under the next best tree.
„What do you want?" Harry asked, preparing to climb the tree so that he could attack the nearest person from above.
„What a dumb question. We always want the same. And that is you!" the women said, she was the smallest of the cloaked figures. Her crazy voice gave away who she was.
„That's nice to hear, Bellatrix. Someone really wants me." Harry moved just in time, because the next moment the tree he had been hiding behind was aflame. He was now in the forest and on top of one tree. Harry took a branch and jumped down onto the tallest figure with blond hair and hit him right on the head. The person tumbled but didn't fall over.
„Why is it that you never ask me to come willingly before you throw those nasty curses and hexes at me? Oh and by the way, Malfoy you should use a glamour when you are on a request for Voldemort. I can see your hair from miles away." he was now standing in the middle of the three persons.
„Is this supposed to be a joke? You turning yourself over to us willingly if we just ask you? You must have gone crazy, Potter." Lucius spat out and tried another curse which didn't even got near Potter. Potter just brushed the spell away with his hand. As if it were an annoying fly.
„No, but I want a change in the pace. My relatives are killing me and my wanna be friends are a pain in the ass." he shrugged.
„So you really will not move while we capture you?" Bellatrix asked not believing what this boy said.
„Yeah. But try to be nice. I hate it when people just use violence to prove themselves. And do tell me who is the last person from your group? I don't recognize him." Harry said and put his hands behind his back.
„Oh, he is my husband, Rudolphus. Rudolphus could you please put these on Potter and be nice." Rudolphus was standing behind Harry now and cast a spell which produced the string Bellatrix was holding and tied it around his wrists.
„I never believed to capture you willingly." Lucius said.
„Me neither, Malfoy. But things happen and what can I say. Just get it over, okay?" So all four of them apparated to the Riddle Manor, which looked quiet new. Not as it looked a few, well two years ago when Harry was last here.
„Did you renovated the Manor? It looks, … , different." Harry said as they walked to the house.
„No, we had my house elfs clean the Manor." Malfoy said with a hunch of pride in his tone. They walked now through the corridors and into a big, tall room. The floor was of black marble, the windows were covered with dark sheets and the room was only lit with few candles hanging on the walls. It seemed they were interrupting an important meeting.
„My Master. We have finished the task you have given us. Let me show you Harry Potter." Malfoy said and guided Harry to the front. Harry stood just a few inches away, and what did Voldemort do to his face? Instead of his snake face he now had a face of a Tom Riddle in his twentieth or so.
„Hello Potter", Voldemort said and wondered how this boy was not harmed in any way and stood in front of him as confident as if he was standing in a group of his best friends.
„Hello Tom." Harry said in a calm tone, while he undid the string around his wrists. They were irritating his hands.
„How come you aren't harmed? And what are you doing?"
„Oh, yeah. Well I told your people that I was tired of the fighting whenever they saw me and so I told them to ask me next time and not to hex or curse me. And I told them I would go with them if they were nice. Well the string was just something they thought would be necessary, not that it is really difficult to get them of. But hey I gave my word to go with them and here I am. Now do tell me Tom, why am I here?" As Harry had finished his explanation Voldemort started to laugh, well it was a chuckle. Voldemort would never laugh in front of his followers.
„My dear Harry, what would I want from you? Well, as if you wouldn't know. I want you dead. But somehow you amuse me. I could move your death in my schedule away for a little bit. Stay with me." Voldemort had conjured a chair just for Harry to sit on and gestured him to sit.
„I would like to know, what exactly is the reason for this change in attitude, Potter?"
„Guess I was just bored of how things went. And I was thinking about meeting you anyway. Wanted to ask you some small things. But I better talk to you later in private and not when you have a meeting with your followers." Harry gestured to Voldemort that his followers were staring at them. They seemed to not understand why their leader was having a civil conservation with their enemy. You couldn't blame them. It looked like Potter was equal to their lord.
A/N: If anyone has questions just review or mail me. I'll try to answer them.