Chapter 1
Kidnapped
Harry was breathing hard from the effort of out running from Lord Voldemorts agents; he ended up in a large room with a curtain hanging at the bottom of the steps, he recognized this room, that curtain, but from where? He ran in and tried to shut the door. But it sprang open, "Give us the prophecy Potter." Sneered one of them. "NO!!!" Harry shouted as he again ran. The door at the top of the other staircase burst open and in rushed Sirius Black. "Sirius, HELP." Harry shouted at the top of his voice. Sirius threw a curse at one of the pursuers, he ducked and narrowly escaped. Harry reached his godfather quickly. He was safe now, Sirius leaped down and took on all three, he took two of them down, the third unmasked, it was Sirius's cousin. Something clicked in Harry's brain it was the curtain from which death was on the other side. "SIRIUS WATCH OUT!!" Harry started to scream, but it was too late. A red jet of light hit Sirius and he fell back into the curtain, falling and falling further and further away from Harry…
Harry then woke up in a white room, a person in a white robe spoke to him, "Harry, Dumbledore has not told you yet, Hermione has been kidnapped." "Who are you?" Harry asked. "No one," he replied, "come now." Harry followed him into a dark tunnel that appeared, there were two people in the room, Harry realized it was a dank, dark dungeon. The two people he couldn't see, until he heard a cold voice, a hissing voice, "You will die, not yet, but you will, you can still provide something I want." "Like what," asked a high voice, a girl's voice. "Harry Potter, my dear." sneered Voldemort.
Harry woke up gasping for air, he got up quickly and looked out the window. He was still at number 4 Privet Drive He had dreamed about Sirius again, his death. Guilt about Sirius's death still plagued Harry, no matter how many times Dumbledore told him it was not his fault. The only improvement that Harry could think of was that no one thought he was mad or an attention seeking prat. Everyone knew the truth, but that didn't help Harry's guilt, it still emptied his insides every time he thought about it. Duddly was ignoring him, 'That's an improvement,' thought Harry. He had kept up Occumancy but nothing seemed to help, but something interrupted his dream, Voldemort, he had Hermione in a dungeon. He heard a grunting snore from his uncle. He looked at the clock, it was 2 a.m. he couldn't figure out if he should go back to sleep or work on his summer homework. He had gotten most of it done, although his Potions homework was still left he still had four weeks until Hogwarts term started. Time had gone even more slowly than usual, although he did like the fact that the Daily Prophet did now report some mysterious happenings. But most of it seemed like smoke and mirrors, they were reporting it as Voldemort was behind it, the Ministry of Magic, however, was still resistant to attribute it to him. 'Oh well,' thought Harry. At least they knew what he was up to, somewhat. What was really bothering Harry was Lord Voldemort was getting more open now and his supporters were showing up in unexpected places according to the Daily Prophet as they also reported breakouts from Azkaban.
Harry got out the letters Hermione and Ron had sent him over the summer. As he started to reread Hermione's latest letter when his white owl Hedwig tapped his bedroom window having returned from her nightly hunt. Harry sighed as he walked across the room to open the window. As he did another owl flew in. He did not recognize this one, Hedwig flew to her cage and clicked her beak. Harry relieved the owl of its burden and it flew off through the still open window after drinking out of Hedwig's water bowl. Harry looked at the return address: 'Dumbledore, Hogwarts Headmaster' but it didn't have an address. This struck Harry as strange, unless, Dumbledore was writing from the Phoenix Headquarters then Dumbledore couldn't write a return address. Harry eagerly opened it, it said;
Harry,
Be ready to leave as soon as Hermione's parents come.
Dumbledore
Harry was curious about the letter, there was no explanation, but he trusted Dumbledore implicitly and started packing his trunk with everything, from homework to cauldrons slowly picking his way across his room. At last, he got out his Firebolt and placed it on top. He then laid down on his bed and picked up Hermione's letter,
Harry,
My mum and dad took me to Romania to see the dragons, Ron's brother, Charlie, let us watch as they relocated some dragons that separated from their group. It was fascinating!
How have you been doing? Are the Dursley's treating you right? I hope you are having a wonderful summer.
Love from,
Hermione
Harry pulled out his reply which he had been writing for a long two days he read it again;
Hermione,
It's great to hear you are having a wonderful summer, dragons sound like fun. Much more fun than I've had this summer. It has been pretty much normal, Uncle Vernon is really disappointed I didn't get locked up last year, he figures I should have gotten the death penalty from the Wizengamot, but I expected that from him.
I hope to see you soon,
Harry
Now Harry was unsure whether to send it or not, he wasn't given a time frame for when Hermione's parents would show up and he also wasn't sure whether to tell her what he had dreamed. Hedwig flew over and landed on his shoulder. Harry stroked her absentmindedly. He looked up at his clock, it was now 5 o'clock. The Dursleys would be getting up soon, Harry thought. After sending Hedwig out with Hermione's letter he pulled out Ron's letter and started his reply. As soon as Harry heard his uncle getting up he threw all the letters in his trunk and shoved everything in his closet and jumped in bed. He heard his uncle unlock Harry's bedroom and start downstairs. Harry got up and dressed slowly. He went down to breakfast, Aunt Petunia had already started cooking, "Stir the bacon and don't burn anything." She snapped. Everything was done before Duddley came down. Duddley waddled over to the table as Aunt Petunia said, "Good morning Diddy-darling, are you ready for your breakfast?" as she served him. "I'm going to Gorden's." Duddley announced to his mother. "That's great Dudders ." replied Aunt Petunia and to Uncle Vernon she said, "Isn't it great Dudders has so many friends?" Uncle Vernon wasn't really paying attention, "Yes, great, wonderful." Harry finished his breakfast and turned to leave. "Where are you going boy?" sneered Uncle Vernon, who now was no longer directing his attention to his morning paper. "Out." Harry said, then added, "If it's any of your business." Uncle Vernon turned purple at this comment but said, uncharacteristically, nothing.
Harry walked up Little Whinging just as he had the previous year, he stopped at the spot where he had been attacked by the Dementors. He reminisced about the previous years adventures, but stopped when he came to Sirius. It was still to painful, even how he had put his best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley in unnecessary danger. He winced again at the thought. He continued down Little Whinging; until he reached the park, Duddly still hadn't managed to break that last swing, thought Harry. When he looked there were now two swings, one held the same person he had seen in his dream, white robe and everything down to the mark on his robe's arm. Harry avoided him and sat down out of sight, but where he could watch him. Duddley and his gang, all still as massive, if not even more so than the year before. They made a beeline for whoever is was sitting on a swing, Harry saw him glance in his direction, but it was so fast, Harry thought he imagined it. Harry shifted to listen better. "Well, well," said Duddley, "Now who is this?" He didn't answer, just starred at the ground. "Well, he's giving me a bit of cheek, don't you guys think so?" Duddley said smiling evilly, "Ya," said one of the older. He finally spoke up in a soft voice, "I haven't said anything." "AHHHH, now he has really given us a bit of cheek," said a pleased Duddley. "Ya, take him out big D," said one of them. The others assented. Duddley wasn't going to dawdle long…
He stood up at full height with an aura of power seeming to surround him. Harry was strongly reminded of Dumbledore the only time Harry had ever seen him truly angry. "No," he said firmly and resolutely, "Now GO." He emphasized the last word. Duddley almost looked positively petrified now. Harry was impressed. Duddley backed off, as did his gang. He almost looked taller now. Duddley and his gang took his invitation to leave quickly. He watched them leave and sighed, "People, always thinking they're smarter and stronger than they are. I guess they are still young… very young." He sat down and resumed looking at the ground thoughtfully. "You know, you don't have to hide." He said without looking up. Harry backed up a little more; he didn't say anything more for a while. Now he started to whisper to himself under his breath then speaking up said, "Voldemort has her." Harry abandoned all pretense of not being there and walked over, very fast, "Who are you and how do you know?!" demanded Harry. He did not answer fast, "I sense it, as you do, Voldemort has her… It matters little though; you can not save her without losing something precious." He almost whispered. Harry backed away and walked back to Privet drive, not looking behind him. That night, he ventured out again, he went and sat on the swing. The wind grew colder, much to Harry's surprise, then the lights went out. Harry realized he didn't have his wand, before he could get up a dozen dementors surrounded him, one dropped a note. Then they all vanished, Harry grabbed the note and read:
Harry,
Voldemort will kill me (her writing was getting very shaky) if you do not cooperate. Instructions will follow.
Hermione