Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all rights belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I decided to try something and here it is. I plan for this to be a short multi-chapter. Maximum 10 chapters maybe, probably less. We'll see. Also, since this was a rather spur of the moment type of idea, updates may be slow. I am working on other stuff on the side and entering University in a month (which will be a whole new sort of mess and headache), so bear with me, please. Thank you.

Note: This is an Alternate Universe. It is set in Harry's 6th year.

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There were two children who did not enrol into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy.

.~.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Harry struggled in his bonds as he spat at his abductors.

As strange as it seemed, neither of the two bothered to spare a glance towards their captive. Were they that certain he could not escape? Harry sneered in their direction. In his past five years of schooling, Harry had his fair share of kidnapping, duels, and Death Eaters, but this—this was something else altogether.

After all, his kidnappers were teenagers.

Twisting his hands behind his back, here and there, in hopes of loosening the bonds, Harry observed the boy with shocking platinum blond hair rifle through stacks of papers. He was dressed in Muggle clothing, armed with a sheathed sword hanging on his right hip, and if it weren't for the wand peeking out of the pocket of his trousers, Harry would have thought him to be a Muggle.

"Harry Potter," the blond said with a tone of revulsion. He had turned to face Harry and Harry saw a sheet of brown, aged paper hanging from the tips of his slender fingers. "The miraculous Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry snorted at the statement. Of course they wanted to kidnap him; sometimes he wished he didn't receive such a title and was a normal boy—or well, wizard—like everyone else.

"Are you working for Voldemort?"

The blond merely raised an eyebrow at Harry, but overall ignored his question, tilting his chin at the bushy brown haired girl sitting on the chair, her head buried in the large tome on her lap. Like the blond, she was dressed as a Muggle but the only visible weapon Harry could see on her was her wand.

"Granger," the blond drawled, "are you sure this worm is the 'hero'? He seems like a useless dimwit to me."

"Everyone seems like a dimwit to you," the girl—Granger?—said in exasperation. She shut the book on her lap and placed it on the table behind her with a loud thunk. "Besides, he has the scar."

"How would we know he didn't just carve one on his forehead so he can be mistaken for the real Harry Potter?"

"I'm not an idiot!" Harry snapped. The scar had given him more problems than good, why the ever living fuck would he give himself that bloody stupid thing.

"Don't be silly, Draco."

Harry was getting angry, he could feel it bubbling inside him. The fact that they knew how to tie up a captive so well wasn't helping either. "What do you want with me?" he asked once more.

The Granger girl finally—finally—turned to look at him. "What do we want with you?" She shrugged and continued, "Nothing really."

Harry felt his jaw unhinge.

"It's more of what the Ministry would do for you," the Draco boy finished.

"I don't understand."

Harry saw the blond roll his eyes in frustration. "You're sure Lord Dum-Dum didn't fry his brain when he was a baby?" the blond asked the Granger girl. When she clicked her tongue, Draco turned back to Harry and said, "Kidnapping, ransoms—I'm sure you've watched movies before to understand what I mean; seeing how rumours said you grew up in the Muggle world."

What caught Harry's attention was the term 'Lord Dum-Dum'. "You're not working for Voldemort?" he asked with a hint of surprise.

"You don't see me going around calling someone Dark Lord," Draco growled. "Argh, idiots."

"The Ministry wouldn't pay the ransom for me," Harry said, remembering Umbridge and her tyranny at Hogwarts last year. "You're wasting your time."

"Oh?" Granger blinked numerous times. "According to the prophecy, you're the only one who can defeat Voldemort. What makes you think they wouldn't give up an arm and a leg to get you back?"

Harry inwardly groaned. Did everyone know about the prophecy?

"If you're thinking you can trick us with the 'no one cares about me' act, think again," Draco sneered. "Besides—"

Harry stared in shock.

"—the Ministry isn't the only one we sent the demand to."

"What do you mean?"

"We mean," Granger inputted, "Voldemort."

"You are working for Voldemort!" Harry roared in rage. "Are you Death Eaters? Do you have his mark branded on you?"

And then he was silenced by the Granger girl. Harry couldn't help but be impressed by her non-verbal spell.

"You're giving me a headache," Draco groaned, rubbing his temples. "Just sit there like a good little boy hero and you'll be free as soon as we get our money. Who will be the one who acquires the Boy-Who-Lived? Who knows. Up to your luck, Potter."

.~.

Harry sat fuming. It had been a few hours and the silencing spell had yet to be lifted—who knew that Granger girl had such powerful magic; most silencing spells usually lifting in an hour.

It was probably night time, because the girl was dozing on the desk while Draco stood in the corner twirling his wand, keeping a watch on their captive. Harry gritted his teeth. Why couldn't they let their guards down like earlier in the day? They definitely weren't keeping an eye on him before.

He had to stifle a sigh however. Not that it mattered because he still could not free himself from the bonds. It made him wonder whether they were experienced with these type of things.

Serial teenage kidnappers kidnapping other teenagers. Harry nearly scoffed at the thought.

Suddenly, a blast of fire zoomed past him and Harry felt himself being pulled up, chair and all. Draco was right in his face and Harry cringed back, looking around the room and saw everything on fire. He opened his mouth to question why but no voice came out. Right, the silencing spell.

"Granger!" Draco yelled and the girl jumped, eyes alert and wand out.

Harry didn't have the time to register anything else before he was sucked into the familiar stomach-swirling sensation of a side-along apparition.

.~.

"What was all that about?" Harry spluttered out when the girl finally lifted the spell.

"Well," Draco's eyes were as sharp as daggers, "someone didn't want to play fair."

Harry sincerely hoped it was Dumbledore to the rescue.