Harry Potter—Kidnapped

Chapter One

Taken By Surprise

A/N-this takes place right after Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but in the summer that would take place in the 6th book. So the ministry loves Harry Potter again.

Harry Potter was hungry. No he was way past hungry and rented an apartment in famished. Two weeks home for the summer holidays, and the Dursleys didn't hesitate to lock him in his room the second he got home. But he still couldn't bring up the energy to care. He spent his days lying on his bed staring at the empty, white ceiling. He kept thinking about the past year against his will. Then all the thinking and self blaming would drain him of his scarce energy, and he would fall into an uneasy sleep full of images of Sirius Black. It was all his fault. That's what he would tell himself over and over as the days dwelled on. Why did he have to be so thick?

It was on the night of night of August 10th that Harry couldn't stop the hunger pains by simply ignoring them anymore. The last time he had eaten was three days ago at best, but that was only because he had taken food home from Hogwarts. And thank g-d he did. He was left here to be no more than an unwanted memory to the Dursleys. Well that's what they wanted for him to think at least. Whenever Harry was in the room, he was looked down upon like a disgusting cockroach on a shoe. Yet another reason why he so much preferred the wizarding world to here. True, he never liked how he seemed to get too much attention but at least he was acknowledged.

Harry rolled over on his bed trying his best to forget the demands of his stomach. It was a pointless attempt. Finally giving up, he decided to try something else. Getting up, he started looking around his room for something, anything, he could use. He started by rummaging in his desk drawer. Aside from a pen he found nothing. He walked over to his closet only to stub his toe on the edge of his trunk. He bit back a curse. The last thing he needed was for the Dursleys to wake up. His trunk, however, did give him an idea. Kneeling down to search it properly Harry nearly slapped himself. Why in the name of Merlin didn't he think of this sooner? Sirius's knife. It would open any door. His heart gave a pang at the thought of his dead godfather. For once he had something else to think about, and it was precious times he did. He took the knife and slid it in the crack between wall and door. There was a satisfying click as the door swung open slowly. But the paranoia in him wouldn't let him even go downstairs without his wand. He grabbed it off the bedside table and pocketed it. It was good he had put on his jeans. His pajamas didn't have pockets. Harry hadn't bothered to change much these days. What was the point?

Harry crept down stairs slowly and carefully. He made sure to jump the last step to avoid the creak in the old step. He had to check himself slightly to not run to the kitchen. He planned to just get anything he could see and go back to his room to eat it. If he did his job well, there was no way the Dursleys would know of him doing this every night. As Harry opened the door to the kitchen, he was met with a surprise. Though the light was off, the refrigerator was open, flooding the room with dim light. Standing there was his fat pig of a cousin. He hands where groping the refrigerator almost lovely. Harry stood back quietly watching with amusement. Dudley dropped a bottle of grape juice with a loud thump. Dudley swore while bending down to pick it up. Harry looked away, seeing his cousin's fat bottom was not something he fancied doing EVER! But while Harry had his back turned, he didn't see when Dudley looked up it was to look right at Harry.

Harry's head wheeled around as his cousin said "What are you doing here?"

Harry felt like he could have kicked himself. How could he have been so stupid? The minute he saw Dudley pigging out, he should have made his way back to his room. Now he wasn't going to get food all summer. Dudley was going to tell for sure. So much for doing this ever again, Harry mused silently.

Harry sighed, "I was going to get something to eat so you wouldn't have a dead body to carry out of my room."

For some reason Dudley looked very frightened. Then Harry realized that Dudley thought that he meant he, Harry, was going to kill one of them and hide them in his room.

"Wow 'Big D,' I had no idea your mind worked in the ways of gore," Harry said with a laugh.

"But then again it is what you do best," said Harry thinking of Dudley the junior boxing champ.

Dudley just gave Harry a black stare as a reply. Then he seemed to gather his senses.

"How did you get out of your room?", Dudley said nastily.

Harry looked mildly impressed.

"Wow 'Ical Didykins', I had no idea that you could think about anything else when there was food in front of you. Let alone think of something almost smart."

Dudley scowled, "You've got your……your thing with you don't you? That's the only way you would talk to me this way."

Harry face changed into a grimace. Is that what Dudley thought about him? That he would only confront him with his wand as back up. But just as soon as he thought this, a different thought crossed his mind. Dudley was actually right about something. Well not the scared of him part, but that Harry had his wand on him part, despite the fact that he figured it out by thinking he was all that. Well this was still a first. Harry could help but smile. His jaw seemed to be working harder than usual to do it, as though he had forgotten how.

"Maybe," he said mysteriously, grin widening.

Harry was thinking of pulling it out and threatening Dudley to keep his mouth shut when Harry heard something. His grin faded all too quickly. He was listening intently trying to confirm his suspicions. No please not now he thought desperately.

"Whatsamatterwityou?!" Dudley said through a mouth full of cottage cheese.

"Shut up Dudley!" Harry spat trying not to panic.

Then he heard it again. There was someone else in the house, he knew it. Harry knew by now to trust his instincts. And they were all yelling at him to run. But run where. It couldn't be death eaters in the house, could it? It was a good thing then that he had his wand on him at all times. Dudley mean while was looking at Harry like he had gone mad. Mind you he usually looks at Harry that way but there was something slightly unnerving about the way he was doing it now. As if Harry was the only threat he could ever see. There was a very good chance that was true. Then Harry heard a voice say something to another unseen figure. He couldn't make out what the voices where saying, but it still made his blood run cold. Dudley seemed to finally catch on.

"What the heck are you doing?" he said too loud of comfort.

Harry glared at him to shut up, but it was too late. Dudley dropped the low fat ice cream in his hands and was walking slowly up to Harry.

"I said what the heck do you think you're doing? What kind of freaks are here this time?"

"What?" Harry hissed. "You don't…."but his voice trailed off.

Maybe this was his fault. If they where death eaters, then it was true that they would be here for Harry. But the sick thing was he knew that would not stop them from doing harm to anyone else who even looked their way. Harry was caught in what to do now. Should he use magic? Was it worth it? Oddly, his feet seemed to freeze. But Harry didn't think it was from fear. He was in much worse trouble than this and he got out alive. The voices grew nearer much too quickly. Harry only just noticed that Dudley was right in his face. He was raising his fists menacingly.

"Dad said if anymore of your freak friends come here, he's going to lock you under the stairs and never let you out again!"

Harry opened his mouth to reply when a figure dressed from head to toe in black came into the kitchen.

"He's in here," they heard what sounded like a woman whisper.

"Dudley, get behind me," Harry said apprehensively.

"In your dreams," he spat back. "I'm not going to let you give me over to them."

"Who are you people?" Harry exclaimed. "Answer me!" he said a lot more bravely then he felt.

Two more people came into the room.

"Oi, over here," there seems to be another boy.

Harry was getting tired of this. But they didn't seem to be acting like death eaters. But there was always the possibility of a trap so Harry kept his guard up.

"He thinks he can talk back to us, this one does," said a tall man with his face hidden in darkness.

"We're only supposed to take one boy," said the third man who was shorter than the first one.

"But he knows too much already. We have to take him, too," the woman replied.

"Someone better tell me what is going on here, or I'll fire," Harry warned, careful not to use the word hex.

The tree intruders stopped moving around them.

The taller of the two guys leaned in forward to his partner and whispered, "You don't think he's got a gun, do ya?"

"You," said the women pointing at Harry, "empty your pockets."

"What pockets?" Harry said playing dumb. They were not going to take his wand.

"I said…."She started to approached Harry.

"I know what you said, but you are not getting my wand."

Harry let a sly grin cross his features. Now they knew that he knew they were death eaters.

"He's mad he is," said the tallest guy.

There was a strange muffled sound from behind Harry. He risked a glace behind him only to see Dudley was already bound and cuffed. When Harry turned back, he was met with a cloth pressed hard onto his face. They were trying to knock him out. Harry kicked his legs and flailed his arms around wildly, but to no avail. He tried not to breath but he was far too weak to fight back, probably from lack of food and drink in the past few days. Why did the Dursleys have to starve him? His head started to get heavy. He felt his eyelids start to droop. Unconsciousness was right around the bend. And for the second time that night, Harry cursed his own stupidity. Then everything went black.

A/N. I know what you are thinking; oh no she started another story. I know I have not update my hero story in forever. I am working on it. As for pain loss and family I have the next two chapters already written. I am just waiting for my beta. So what do you think? This is going to be a short story. Not too short. But only about a few chapters, I will have to see how long it will take me to finish the story. I have read this kind of story twice. But I have no idea how it ended, since they were both giving up on. I hate that. Anyway so please review. And I would really really really appreciate some constructive criticism. Very very very very very very much. Thanks for reading. I will try to have the next chapter up asap. Later dudes and dudets.