Disclaimer: No I am not J.K. Rowling, I am not richer then the queen of England or have that many readers ------------------- ------- Yet (smiles) . So therefore I do not take credit for Harry Potter or for creating him in anyway, along with the other characters that belong to her and ect.

Authors Note: This story I spent more time on then the other so hopefully it will be better, please review and tell me what you think it would mean a lot. Also just so I get a count of who reads my story and ect. Please review if you read this story so I know who did and who didn't. Special thanks to my beta reader Tempest who is soon coming out with her new story which I will be uploading on my account soon, "Tears Of Blood" a X-men story.

Privet Drive a cool, normal place—or so it seemed. It was quiet; everything perfectly normal, including the garden not a weed in sight, and a newly painted fence. The moon was shining, and midnight was arriving. Everything was pleasant, except that the streetlights were out. Weren't working said some.

Others knew better……………..

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*Crack*

Harry Potter woke up with a jolt; ears were straining as hard as they could. He was almost positive he had heard something from downstairs. He put on his glasses and tiredly looked around, his window held almost no light from outside; it was almost as if the stars themselves had turned off this night on Privet Drive. A drape of dark, drowsy, silvery moonlight was the only light he had, but he could still see. Slowly he sat up, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

He looked around his room, identifying his surroundings. The desk with the homework he still hadn't finished, along with a letter he was writing to Hermione, then a pile of Dudley's old possessions laid in a pile lazily to the left (he still hadn't bothered to take care them of since the Dursley's never seemed to care), and then there was Hedwig up in her cage, who was still sleeping near the corner of his room.

He sighed, maybe he had just imagined it, he had been jumpy ever since Siruis had died…. He silently laid down on his old lumpy bed and closed his eyes.

'That's it, I must have imagined it'

he thought, as he stifled a yawn.. Slowly he dozed off again under his warm covers and lumpy but somehow soft bed, tiredness giving him a lullaby to go to sleep…..

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*Crack*

*Crack*

His eyes sprung opened, that time he knew for sure he had heard something, but then again, it was probably just one of Dudley's regular nighttime snacks. Either way he probably should check it out, although it wasn't like Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon would do anything about it anyways.

Quickly he tip toed up and grabbed his wand, holding it ahead of him just in case. He still hadn't gotten his magical visit, 'The first had been Hagrid, the second Dobby and his nonsense, the third Black and the magical bus, and the fourth, he recalled with a smile, had been the whole Weasley family, then had come the Dementor last year, and somehow, he knew he would get one this year too.

'Wait, what if it is the Dursleys? Maybe I better hide it.' He thought quickly.

Slowly he pocketed his wand, just to be on the safe side, and headed to the door as quietly as possible. He heard another creak, and rubbed his eyes as sleepiness tried to draw him back. Gently he put his head softly against the door. He could hear talking, 'It's probably just Aunt Petunia finding Dudley,' He thought to himself, but still…she'd never lectured him before, this would definitely be a first. Too tired to realize something was amiss, he slowly leaned in closer, he could still hear talking. It was muffled, but he caught a few words,

They were masculine voices, and they seemed to be coming from downstairs.

"Orders…"

…

"-re"

…

"orders"

…

He rubbed his eyes.

…

"Genius"

…

'Wait a minute, that doesn't sound like Dudley or Uncle Vernon.' He thought drowsily to himself, as he leaned closer to the door.

It was silent for a while, but as he leaned harder, he heard the slightest of whispers,

"The silencing charm is set"

"Lets get him, lets finally get Harry Potter, Master will be proud."

was hissed softly throughout the halls, as soft sniggers followed.

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Suddenly realization smacking him in the face, he realized what was happening and he quickly ran to his trunk.

They were after him!

He could hear footsteps creaking up the stairs, he hurried through his trunk, he found what he was looking for, his invisibility cloak. He shot up, but then he saw the polished glint of his Firebolt, 'Just in case,' he thought as he quickly grabbed it, stuffing his cloak into his pocket.

*BANG!!!*

The door was broken down, and in came wizards and witches in black cloaks. With their faces completely hidden, and wands out, there was no mistaking them, they were Death Eaters! Quickly Harry realized he was outnumbered, and, throwing caution to the wind, took out his Firebolt, and scrambled to his window. But he was too late; one of the Death Eaters had grabbed his leg.

Harry quickly pointed his wand at him and yelled

"STUPEFY!!"

The Death Eater froze in it's tracks, letting go of Harry's leg, and falling to the ground with a loud thud, his hood falling back to uncover Lucuis Malfoy. But Harry had no time to acknowledge this, as another other Death Eater grabbed him tightly around both feet, he quickly tried to kick his way out of the grip,

'Success!!'

He thought as he freed himself and grabbed his Firebolt.

"Stupefy!!"

The other Death Eater hissed.

"NOO!!!!"

The others yelled, tackling him down as the spell barely passed Harry's head. Hitting the wall with a load crash as Dudley's old picture frame broke, sending glass everywhere.

Quickly the Death Eater that had tried to stupefy him grabbed his leg. Quickly he tried kicking him away, but this one wouldn't let go as easily, he hastily kicked him over and over, finally hitting him in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him, as he fell back with a load "Plump!" on the wooden floor.

Then another Death Eater, while Harry was still struggling with the other one, quickly pointed his wand at him and said "Cruitreous!!!" As ropes appeared and rigorously bound Harry so he couldn't move a step further.

He fell to the ground, he couldn't breath, move, nor feel his arms or legs. The ropes were continuing to get tighter. The Death Eaters laughed, he struggled with all his might, but it was too much, it was too tight…

The spell was meant to kill…..

Slowly everything started to get blurry, his lungs felt like they were going to explode, darkness was starting to eat at the sides of his vision, and then he saw blurrily, the two Death Eaters taking off their hoods smiling, as blackness ate at the sides of his vision. The Death Eater that had helped him before pulled back his hood, he seemed familiar, but Harry had no time to dwell on that thought.

His lungs felt like they were being stabbed again and again with a rough knife, with deep wounds cutting into him that stung deeply every time he tried to breathe. He couldn't think of anything but the pain. He slowly let out a breath, as the pain increased. Panicking, he tried fighting against the ropes binding him, but to no avail.

He blacked out, his lungs searing with pain, he couldn't see, he heard a cracking sound and felt someone tightly grabbing him, but he was losing feeling. After that he felt like he was being thrown across something at full speed, his hand felt like it was going to snap. It felt like eternity for him, the pain, the pain. His lungs where burning rougher, he couldn't breathe, it hurted so much. He felt like his lungs were being crushed again and again…….

Finally he lost the battle for consciousness, the pain in his lungs was still immense, and three minutes had passed. Though it felt like much longer, when every millisecond your body keeps screaming in pain. When he finally regained consciousness he couldn't think, see, or feel his body. He wasn't even sure if he was alive or dead. All he could feel was his lungs burning inside. That was all that mattered now, taking in harsh….. sharp……air…..

breath, -----------------------------

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after breath…

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To be Continued:

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