Disclaimer: I own nothing but the scenario and plot. And any original characters I put in here, but I doubt I will put any in.
This is my first fanfic I've thought about putting online, though I've got a few others started and discarded because I didn't like them after a month of writing them. My beta is taking forever to review this chapter so I'm posting the rough draft because I'm an impatient git.
This is going to be a Slash fic between Harry and Draco, so if you don't like boy/boy relationships, don't read it.
Summary: Harry gets kidnapped a week before his birthday, the Order is searching frantically for him, but what will happen when Harry falls in love with his captor?
Harry groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. One more week and he could finally be out of the Dursleys' and doing something useful, like searching for the horcruxes. He remembered the argument he had had with the other members of the order over coming back to his aunt and uncle's, which was completely one-sided against him. He didn't need to be protected any more. He was almost 17, he was a man, not some child to be coddled and fussed over by people trying to protect him. I can protect myself just fine. Harry thought, raising his head and glaring at the calendar.
He felt useless, sitting here and waiting for his birthday to come while everyone else made plans, carried out raids, and helped bring down Voldemort one death eater at a time. Even if he were just helping find out who the death eaters were he'd be a lot more content than sitting around in this place with the muggles who had verbally abused him for years, sometimes even refusing to acknowledge his existence.
His relatives had left him well enough alone upon learning that once he turned 17 he could cast spells without getting into trouble. Harry hadn't corrected them in their assumption that he wouldn't get in trouble if he cast a spell on a muggle, though now whenever he entered the room Dudley would squirm and try to make a fast escape into the nearest exit. His aunt and uncle had simply taken to ignoring him, which wasn't that bad, though he'd had no one to talk to all summer and was starting to feel lonely without his friends. It reminded him of the summer before his first year at Hogwarts, when he first found out he was a wizard.
A tapping noise on the window made him leap up and throw it open, startling the speckled owl on his windowsill. The owl flew into his room, landing on Hedwig's cage and watching Harry as he took a piece of parchment from the left leg then a small box from the other. He unrolled the parchment first and began reading, recognizing Remus' handwriting immediately.
Dear Harry,
I know your birthday isn't for a week still, but I imagine you could use a small gift to help you get over the last hurdle before you're free. I found it while looking through the Black library and thought you might be able to power it, since none of us could. We have no idea what it does, so if it's dangerous put it away at once.
Ron and Hermione send their well-wishes and apologies that they haven't written to you, but with Voldemort coming out in the open once more, we decided to limit the number of owls we send out, so this will be the last letter until we come get you on your birthday.
Don't do anything too hasty; it's only 7 days.
Remus.
Sticking his fingernail under a side of the opening he tried prying it open, knowing spells were out of the question. Despite his best efforts it wouldn't come loose. Shrugging, he slipped the ring on his middle finger, which seemed to magically adjust to before going back to the letter. He rolled the scroll up and pulled up the loose plank under his bed, setting it with his other possessions.
As soon as he had replaced the board a sharp rapping noise startled him and his door opened, revealing a very purple Uncle Vernon. "Boy! Your aunt and I are going out for the night. Dudley is staying with a friend while we're out." He snapped, his eyes roaming around the room before resting on the speckled owl still sitting on Hedwig's cage. Harry heard a barely audible, "Ruddy birds…" from his uncle before the eyes switched to him. "Normally, we would just lock your room and leave you here, but since you'll be able to use magic soon, we've decided you are going to have to get out of the house and go somewhere else for the night."
Harry nodded before he realized what his uncle had said.He had to stay somewhere else, and he didn't know anyone in the neighborhood, aside from Mrs. Figg, but she was visiting family currently and wouldn't be back for a month. He opened his mouth to argue but his uncle cut him off.
"If you can't find any place to stay, sleep on the street. It's not our fault you aren't accepted in our world." His uncle seemed to be turning even more purple, though Harry didn't have a clue why he would be angry about this. "You have an hour before we leave, I expect you out as soon as possible." With that said he pulled the door shut, a snap sounding in the room.
Shock settled over him before a small emotion flickered to life inside him. He was going to be locked out of the house for a whole night. He knew the neighborhood wasn't dangerous, but the dementors sent by Umbridge had found him in an alleyway, so one could never be too wary.
As he got up from his bed he heard Uncle Vernon yell something that sounded suspiciously close to his name. He doubted his uncle would willingly talk about him, so his interest was aroused. Opening the door slowly and slipping out of his room, he crept down the stairs slowly, trying to hear for someone else when his uncle stopped yelling. He made the mistake of stepping on the bottom stair, which was the one stair that creaked, and all voices and movement stopped in the kitchen.
"Boy! Get back up to your room this instant!" He heard Uncle Vernon's anger in the voice and quickly retreated, taking the steps two at a time. When he got to the top of the stairs a loud crack sounded from the kitchen a second before Aunt Petunia's scream.
Harry knew the sound of someone disapparating, but he stayed by the top of the stairs, knowing the Dursleys wouldn't allow a Wizard into their home unless threatened or pushed by a persistent wizard. He doubted it was a Death Eater; otherwise the Dursleys would be dead and him on his way to Voldemort. It could have been a teacher, or someone from the Order. Maybe they were getting them to find a place for him to stay.
That knowledge raised his spirits a bit and he went back into his room, thinking if he needed anything for an overnight stay outside. He'd slept in his clothes before, and it wasn't like anybody would notice he was wearing the same thing. All the same, he slipped out of his shirt and put on a new one. Or as close to a new one as he had, since he hadn't washed his clothes in a few days and he had so few he'd worn them each a few times.
Just as he finished putting on the cleanest pants he had he heard a knock at his door before his uncle barged in. "Boy, our plans have changed. We've just been invited to stay for a while longer, a week, at the least, a month at the most. Since the neighbors would see you hanging around our house if you stayed out in the streets and think something was going on," Uncle Vernon said, glaring at him as if it was his fault he had nowhere to stay," you'll be staying in a hotel in London. I don't care how you get there or where it is, I'm sure your kind has a hotel there. Or are they behind us in civilization as well?" He smirked at the thought of Harry sleeping on the streets of London.
"I'm sure I'll find a place to stay. So… where exactly are you going for so long?" Harry asked, ignoring the jibe at wizards.
"That's none of your business, now get packing, I want you gone before we leave." The door closed with a snap behind his uncle as he left. Harry sat on his bed and threw the clothes in his hand on top of his trunk. He wondered why a wizard would want him and the Dursleys out of the house. Maybe it was a way to get him to the Order, but Remus had said they'd get him on his birthday. He shrugged and tucked all his stuff into his trunk, making sure to get his stash under the loose floorboard. Hedwig hooted softly as he put her on top of his trunk and dragged it down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen in case he wizard had come back. They hadn't.
"I'm leaving now." He said, opening he front door and glancing back to where his aunt and uncle were seated.
"Yes yes, go on, boy. We haven't got all day to wait for you to leave." Uncle Vernon nodded at the door before turning back to Aunt Petunia.
Harry dragged his trunk outside and closed the door before turning around and looking up at the horizon that was slowly turning pink and red.
Harry was sitting at a corner about 5 blocks away from the house, waiting for a group of muggle boys to pass before he called the Knight Bus. After they passed, he pulled out his wand and stuck it towards the street, watching for the Knight Bus in case he had to jump out of the way. Five seconds with no reaction he put his wand away warily. Maybe it was busy, or was too far away to pick him up. He got a bad feeling in his stomach though, since he'd never heard of the Knight Bus not picking someone up. After a moments consideration he picked up his trunk and pulled it in the direction he thought London was in.
As he passed a parked police car he heard the radio crackle to life as the officer got a call. "Fire in the Little Whinging neighborhood of Privet Drive, Number 4. Off Magnolia Road by the park. Any spare units within 10 blocks please respond immediately." The sirens went up and he watched the car pick up speed towards the direction he had come from.
He knew better than to go back and see, they would be counting on that. He doubted that the day he had been kicked out of his house and the night it caught on fire being the same was a coincidence. Voldemort had found out where he was, someone knew and got him and his relatives kicked out safely before the Death Eaters had come and killed him.
Picking up his trunk once more he continued dragging it away from the house. He needed to get away, to somewhere populated by wizards, though he had no idea where the closest magical community was or how to find it. There was an inn not too far from where he thought he was now, but he figured that the inn was the first place the Death Eaters would look for him, so he turned left into an alleyway and got his bearings.
Hedwig screeched and beat her wings against the cage, which Harry ignored until a strong hand clamped a foul-smelling rag to his face and the other wrapped around his chest to keep him from struggling, which he tried anyway until the world started getting fuzzy and moving his head made the alleyway spin. He didn't notice his legs giving out, or him being thrown roughly over his attackers shoulders. What he noticed was the tattoo on the man's forearm, a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Then all he knew was darkness and freedom from the alleyway.