I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own the fox looks of Harry and Snape. This story is posted on a website called Hogwarts Extreme, or HEX, for short. I'm a member under the name Lunastar1981, so please no claims or plagiarism. Lunastar1981and Yamikaykamotou are the same person.Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter One- Kidnapped

Harry strolled down the streets of his neighborhood, the darkness of night falling around him and concealing him from the eyes of neighbors who detested him for his appearance. He really didn't care what they thought of him. He knew he was more than he looked for he was a wizard. He had returned to Privet Drive for the summer after his fourth year at Hogwarts. He had come back a month ago; it was now August first. His birthday yesterday had been good and bad. It was good as he had received cards and cakes from Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, and Sirius; bad in that he had another nightmare about the graveyard and Voldemort returning.

He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about it. The dreams were bad enough, he shouldn't think about them while he's awake. Yet, he dwelled on the events after he left the graveyard: The imposter Moody, reporting the events of the graveyard to Dumbledore, Fudge refusing to believe Voldemort had returned, and the Prophet spreading lies about him and Dumbledore.

He hopped the gate that led to the playground and sat on the swing. His relatives didn't really care where he went or when he came home. That suited him fine; he'd rather be alone and brood on his situation. He was ready to be picked up and taken to the Burrow, so why hadn't they already done so? He suddenly heard the swish of one or more cloaks before several blows from behind him hit him a second after hearing several voices say, "Stupefy!"

He stirred slowly to find himself bound and lying face-down on a carpeted floor. A circle of masked and hooded Death Eaters surrounded him. The room was lit by candles sitting in floor-length holders, in candelabras, and a chandelier. His insides shook with fear; if the Death Eaters were here, then that meant that Voldemort was around too. Oh, great. I guess I'm going to die now. I thought Voldemort would want to duel me again first before killing me. It looks like I was wrong.

"Harry Potter," a high cold clear voice said. Two Death Eaters parted to allow their master to approach the bound boy. His red eyes locked onto Harry's green eyes and he saw a hint of fear in the boy's eyes as well as the fiery bravery that his father had before being killed.

Voldemort smirked at his captive. "Yes, Harry," he said softly. "You will die tonight, but I want to torture you first before I kill you." He pulled out his wand and pointed it. "Crucio!"

Harry screamed and thrashed about from the pain. Voldemort laughed as he focused intently at Harry who screamed louder as the force of the spell increased. The pain was excruciating; he just wanted to die so that the pain would end. The Death Eaters watched Harry's torture with immense enjoyment- all but one.

Severus Snape watched behind his mask, his concealed face full of sympathy. He bullied Harry in class, yes he wouldn't deny it, but he never dreamed of inflicting physical pain on the boy. He wished he could help Harry, but if he did, he would be killed first and Harry would die soon after. He stared down at the writhing boy and blinked a couple of times.

Harry had briefly…flickered and, for a moment, looked like a humanoid fox. Then, he was back to normal. What was that? Was that a failing Glamour charm? He watched closely as the boy kept flickering until it stopped and a fox was screaming and thrashing on the floor.

"What!?" Voldemort screamed in shock, lifting the wand and the spell, leaving his victim panting from the pain and almost unconscious. "That's not Harry Potter, it's a decoy! The real Harry must be hiding somewhere else! Everyone, get out there and find him! Everyone except you, Severus. You are to dispose of the decoy."

"Yes, my Lord," Severus murmured.

Voldemort swept from the room as the Death Eaters Disapparated, leaving Snape alone with Harry. Snape removed his mask before pulling out his wand and pointing it at the ropes holding the boy. "Diffindo!" he said and the ropes were severed. Harry stirred at hearing the voice and opened one gold-green eye. "Professor Snape?" he asked hoarsely.

"Quiet, Potter," he replied. "I'm getting you out of here." He gathered Harry, who had lost consciousness, in his arms and Disapparated from the room.