A/N Ok, so now I've immersed myself in two stories at the same time... I've never done that before. I'm hoping I can keep going steadily with both of them, but knowing me I might slip out of one and into the other for a while and then perhaps back? So forgive me for that, but now, lets talk about this fic... I just had this idea yesterday and I couldn't let go of it. Its your classic slave story, but with a twist!! Obviously I won't tell you what the twist is, cos that would ruin it! But yes, shall I give you a summary??

Six months ago, Harry Potter was successful in defeating Voldemort, and some of the Death Eaters. However, the Death Eaters that remained were large in numbers, and they still managed to win the second war. Now, the good side are on the run, or hiding, or merely just trying not to be noticed; people still have hope in their hearts that Golden Boy Harry Potter would fight back and win. But what happens when 'Minister of Magic' Lucius Malfoy kidnaps Harry and enslaves him? Find out here...

Warning: This is a Harry/Draco story with slash content, if this offends you please just don't read it. Thanks :)

Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this fic. I'm not making money from it. It all belongs to JK Rowling - I love that woman!!

In the Dead of Night

"Just try and get some sleep, that's all." Ginny leant across and kissed him softly on the cheek, "Goodnight, Harry."

But Harry Potter did not try to get any sleep. His mind was too full of thoughts on what might happen in the next six months. The past six had been a nightmare. It had been six months since Voldemort's curse rebounded upon himself and he had finally been defeated and the wizarding community as a whole had been restored. But that merely lasted about two days. It had also been six months since Remus, Tonks, Fred and so many others - too many to count - had died, been brutally murdered at the hands of Voldemort's followers... The followers that were still at large today, right now, at the dead of night.

For while the Order of the Phoenix members and past and present students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been celebrating six months ago, the Death Eaters they had not defeated were escaping and meeting up somewhere, planning their next plot of evil. True, that the Death Eaters now were not nearly as bad as those before Voldemort had been defeated, but still, everywhere the good side went they had to be on guard. To his great surprise, they had not - yet - found and killed Harry, or thrown him into Azkaban, which indicated that they were really quite tame - or perhaps not as angry about Harry killing Voldemort as they made out to be. One of the main people that always sprung to his mind when thinking of this was Lucius Malfoy, Minister of magic. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions when he thought of the whole Malfoy family - well, no, that was a lie. When he thought of Draco Malfoy, anger seared up inside of him; when he thought of Narcissa Malfoy he felt... strange. From all Harry knew of her, he just assumed that she was a loving mother, who cared enough about her son to not tell Voldemort that Harry was still alive. And when Harry thought of Lucius Malfoy... that was a mixture of emotions. He felt anger, for following Voldemort in the first place, but then got confused when he remembered being taken to Malfoy Manor and Lucius Malfoy being punished for all his mistakes. And then he remembered just after Voldemort had fallen, and the three Malfoy's sat in a corner, not knowing whether they were coming or going...

Well, it seemed they were going, and a week later, Harry and everyone else on the good side found out that Lucius had been made minister of magic.

Yes, Harry was sure the Malfoy's were not as angry as they seemed about Voldemort's defeat, because here Harry was, lying in bed at The Burrow, hardly protected, and had been for six months - uncaptured. Lucius Malfoy must have been slightly grateful...

Harry turned his head to look at Ginny. Only ten minutes had passed since she had told him to go to sleep, but she was already out like a light. But then, they had been talking deep into the night. Harry knew she didn't like talking about it, but he couldn't stop himself sometimes. He smiled softly and stroked her silky red hair. Sometimes in the past six months he found himself staying awake just to make sure nothing would harm her - or the rest of the Weasley family.

As his hand pushed some hair out of Ginny's face, he paused. He had heard something. It was unmistakable.

Jerking his head towards the door, he listened hard, hoping that the sound had been his imagination.

But there was another one; the creaking of a floorboard.

Breathing somewhat heavier than usual, Harry slid out of the bed and picked up his wand. He was still wearing his glasses, as he had not attempted to get to sleep. He walked towards the door, and, with a last look at Ginny, still sleeping peacefully, crept from the room.

He walked silently across the narrow hall, praying that he didn't come across anyone, but if he did, praying that it was only a Weasley or Hermione...

He was about to round the corner to walk down the stairs when a flash of blindingly bright red light shot from around the corner, and his wand flew from his hand. And before he had a chance to even move or react at all, a large body was gagging him and tying up his wrists.

He tried to scream, he tried to make any noise at all, but quickly, the masked Death Eater was dragging him towards the stairs. Harry tried to get the gag out of his mouth, but to no avail, so as he was dragged past the last door before the stairs - George's room - he kicked it as hard as he could, but with having no shoes on, he didn't expect it made much difference.

Then Harry was being pulled angrily down the stairs, with a heavy thumping noise each time he hit a step. But the Death Eater seemed to think no one would heard it. He was wrong...

"Whoz' goin' on?" Harry heard George's sleepy voice say above him, and the Death Eater began to run down the stairs now.

Harry was hurting his cheek with the effort to remove the gag using his shoulder, but then he did it...

"GEORGE!" He shouted as loudly as he could, "HELP!"

He heard other doors opening now, people asking what was happening. "HELP!" Harry cried louder, but he and the Death Eater were in the kitchen now; they'd never get to him in time.

"Harry?" He heard the voices say. And then...

"HARRY!" Ginny's voice shouted louder than the others. "His wand!"

"Downstairs!" Mr Weasley said urgently, and Harry heard footsteps running down, but they had left the house now, they were in the garden, only five more metres until the Death Eater could disapparate at the fence...

"Harry!"

"Ron!" Harry called desperately, but then flashes of light emitted from all over the place, and Harry felt an almighty pain run through his head before darkness engulfed him.

A/N Eh?? EH?? Hope you liked it! And just so you know, this is my first fic where it's not totally in Harry's POV. :) Cheers :)