Harry Potter and the living nightmare
By Blueberrie
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognise, they belong to J. K. Rowling. However I do own the plot. NO money is being made out of this.
Summery: Flash backs, disturbing nightmares, a crazy Hermione, Dumbledore fired, Draco's a hero? kidnap... Harry's world is turned upside down when he starts his 6th year when a spell with deadly consequences is cast, sending Harry with the rest of Hogwarts back to his second year, but no one realises anything's wrong, except Hermione who eventually remembers. Can she convince Harry he's the boy who lived, and there's a mass murderer after him, before its too late?
Chapter 1
Shadows silently drifted round the quite empty hallways of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry.
Light footsteps of a 16-year-old boy echoed around the Hallway. The torchlight reflected his features, messy dark hair, which fell over a lightning bolt scar and green eyes that flickered and glistened in the soft light. His name was known to the entire wizarding world, Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.
Shadows had been following the boy for the past hour, drifting around him, but they had not gone unnoticed.
One shadow caught the boy's eye; everything about the figure was familiar, the way it proudly held itself, standing tall, to the cold grey eyes staring unblinking at the boy-who-lived.
The boy tensed, gripping his wand tightly, he carried on down the hallway, moving away slightly from where he just saw the figure, which had descended further into he shadows, hiding, waiting.
Harry looked behind him, hoping against hope that a student or teacher was walking down the corridor. But it was empty. He sighed; turned round and walked a few steps before he realised the figure in the shadows had disappeared. Shrugging, he continued down the hallway, pocketing his wand and scolding himself for being so paranoid. He let his guard down. First mistake.
A man dressed in a long black robe stepped out of the shadows behind the boy, grabbed the boy around the waist, pinning his arms behind his back and covering the terrified boys mouth with a firm hand before the boy could make a sound.
His captor muttered a spell under his breath. Ropes shot out of his wand, binding the 16-year-olds hands. His captor moved his wand, poking it into the boy's throat, who struggled franticly in protest, but it was no use, his bonds where too tight and the hand across his mouth painfully yanked his head back. His cries of surprised were muffed by his captors hand.
"Scream, yell or try and escape, I won't hesitate to kill you." Came the threatening voice of his captor, who Harry instantly recognised as the older Malfoy's.
Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to leave it as a cliff-hanger. So please read and review and I'll make the next chapter longer.