So, I got a lot of reviews asking for a sequel and for a more solid ending to this thing. I decided to go ahead and try to make it a full length story. Please let me know if you think this will work. This is totally an experimental chapter. If this fails, I won't continue. I don't want to ruin the part that was already posted as you guys seemed to love it so much. So please, honest reviews! Even if you gotta be mean.

His head felt horribly groggy when he awoke. He could hear his own breathing, steady and deep, as he awoke from sleep. He would have liked to say it was unconsciousness-it would have been less embarrassing-but it was sleep. He felt rested, curiously enough. Groaning, he opened his eyes with a tremendous amount of effort and lifted his head.

He was in the dining room still. He had been lifted back into a sitting position but the plate of food was still there. So was the wine bottle-that damnable wine bottle. He vowed that if he was to make it out of this appalling situation he would never again touch a bottle of alcohol that did not come directly from his own secure stores.

A sudden snore caught his attention and he turned his head sharply to see the chained werewolf sleeping most comfortably in his chair, mouth agape and slightly drooling. Lucius sneered. The sight of the chains called to his attention that he too was bound to the dining chair but by rope. Glancing around again he found McNair, also awake, staring at him with slightly glazed eyes. When their eyes met the other man shook his head in disgust.

"Ooooooooooooooo," came a sudden voice, excited, "you're awake!"

Lucius turned in time to see Potter entering the dining room from the kitchen. He had changed clothes and was now looking like a proper Muggle Island boy. He wore khaki shorts and a garish shirt with a horrible design that was only half buttoned. He hadn't bothered with any shoes or socks.

"Let us go," McNair demanded. Potter smiled.

"No," he said simply.

"What do you want?" Lucius asked.

"To prove it."

"Prove what?" Lucius shot a confused glance to McNair but he didn't seem to know anything either.

"That I was right and Fudge was wrong, and that I am currently the most awesome boy Wizard alive," Potter responded with his now familiar sarcasm. "What else would I be so set on proving? Your innocence? The fact that Voldemort oh so cleverly cornered you into doing exactly what he wanted?"

Neither Death Eater said anything to that. It was very clear what Potter had just offered them.

"What do you want?" McNair asked, seething.

"Right now?" Potter asked conversationally at the exact moment Lucius heard a strange gong-like sound ring out through the house. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. He didn't know what it could possibly be but Potter seemed unconcerned. "Doorbell."

It was all he said to ease Lucius's confusion before he disappeared yet again. Lucius listened hard and heard the boy open the front door and begin conversing with someone. Someone female. It was all Lucius could make out. For some reason, he never even considered calling for help. It was most likely some Muggle at the door and the last thing he wanted was for a Muggle to witness his humiliating demise. It didn't take Potter long to come back to the dining room still talking to whoever was at the door.

"Totally wasn't my fault that the Dementors decided to attack me," he was saying. "The Ministry should keep better track of its Nazguls and stuff, yeah?"

"Sure," came the uninterested reply. Lucius didn't recognize the voice but she sounded bored and faintly patronizing. It was as if she was far too used to Potter to bother with being bothered. But she became very interested when she stepped into the dining room and saw the three Death Eaters tied and chained to the chairs they'd been drugged in.

Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' of surprise and her eyes went impossibly large.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed loudly. Her hands flew to cover her mouth for a moment and then she dropped them slightly to continue with her shocked exclamations. "Harry! What did you do?"

"I have captured Death Eaters," he said unconcerned. "Think Fudge will believe me now?"

"I think he'll believe you've completely gone off the reservation!" she shouted still not taking her eyes off of the three men. "How did you-?" She didn't seem able to complete the sentence.

"Do you remember when I gave Ron some Benadryl to help with his snoring?" Potter asked and the girl nodded her head. "Remember how quickly it knocked him out? Cause he had no tolerance?"

"You captured three Death Eaters with an anti-histamine?" the girl replied, looking a little shocked.

"Yes I did, Mine-Mine," Potter replied and the girl (Hermione, Lucius remembered was her proper name) gave him a small glare at the unwanted nickname. "Even if I was allowed to do Magic here, I am no longer allowed to cast Sleeping Spells on people. Not after what happened with Dobby and the pudding last Halloween."

Lucius felt his eyebrows crinkling in utter confusion over the last part of this highly confusing conversation, but the mention of his old House Elf and pudding left him wondering if he was missing something every important about Potter. The girl-Granger-just rolled her eyes.

"Have you told anyone about this?" she asked eyeing Greyback with a bit of trepidation. The werewolf seemed to be coming to and another half-minute, a few snorts, and some flying spittle later he opened his eyes.

"No I didn't," Potter responded, ignoring the awakening werewolf in their midst. "I was waiting."

"For what?"

"For you," he said.

"Me?" she asked, shocked. "What do you need me for?"

"I sort of thought I might have given Greyback too much of the Benadryl and might have accidently killed him," the boy replied sheepishly. "I called you so you could help me drive to the hospital. But he's awake now sooo...nevermind!"

"Why wouldn't you just call Professor Lupin?" she asked incredulously. "He'd know way more about werewolves than me! And he'd actually be able to help you move him!"

"Yeah, but," Potter began with a distasteful look on his face, "Remus isn't really the kind of friend you call to help you move the body. He's the friend you hide it from."

"I will not help you hide a dead body," Granger replied jabbing a finger in Potter's chest which he immediately rubbed at.

"I know that," he said then swept an arm towards the three surprised, confused, and ultimately worried Death Eaters. "And as you can see they aren't dead."

"What exactly is your plan?" Granger asked one hand on her hip and one hand suspended in front of her as if she could conjure a good idea from thin air. Lucius, however, was pleased to note that the worst they would resort to was leaving rope burns on the captives' skin. This was probably both the most entertaining and least dangerous captivity Lucius had ever had to endure. Despite the Order of Phoenix constantly claiming that they walked the high road, they were still a militant group. They did what was necessary.

Potter looked like he was sucking on a lemon and his eyes darted wildly between his captives and his friend. When he didn't answer for half a minute, Granger raised her eyebrows.

"Harry!"

"I didn't!" Potter started wildly and then stopped to collect himself and continue calmly. "I didn't quite get that far ahead."

"I can't believe this," Granger said with a shake of her head, both hands now firmly on her hips and one sneaker stamping on the floor in frustration

"What?" Potter responded, exasperated. "It's not like there's a playbook for how to handle your Death Eater captives!"

"Call Dumbledore!" she demanded and he gaped at her.

"No!" he practically shouted.

"Why not?"

"Because he's being really pissy," Potter responded and Lucius and McNair exchanged glances. Greyback was still trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He had had a feeling that Potter and Dumbledore were somewhat at odds but he hadn't expected it to be this bad.

"What are you talking about?" Granger asked, confused.

"I mean," Potter stressed. "That he's all pissy with me and I don't know why. He totally stopped talking to me after I brought back Cedric and it's super annoying!" Granger got a strange look on her face somewhere between anger and utter confusion.

"Where are your relatives?" she asked clearly having nothing to say to Potter's statement and therfore decided to change the subject.

"Gone."

"Gone?"

Potter nodded enthusiastically.

"They, like, fled," he told her. "Movers will be here tomorrow morning which is also why I called you! I need your help getting these guys somewhere before somebody sees 'em and calls the police."

"Why not just let them go?" Granger asked.

"Yes," McNair cut in. "Why not just let us go?"

"Shut up!" both teenagers returned not caring for his opinion. McNair rolled his eyes but returned to his previous state of silence.

"I'm not through with them yet," Potter replied.

"What could you possibly need them for?" Granger asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Potter told her and she rolled her eyes in a grand show of exasperation.

"Harry you can't just hold someone hostage," Granger chided. "Not if movers are coming."

"Then what should I do with them?" Potter asked. Lucius was wondering the same thing. The two teens found themselves in an interesting quandary. They were unable to kill them, they didn't want to contact Dumbledore, and they couldn't contact the Ministry. There was no telling what the two would decide to do with them.

"Um," Granger mumbled, clearly trying to buy herself some time before she had to actually come up with a solution to their problem. "If we called someone, who could we call? Inspector Reyna?"

"No, he's still mad at me for the Peanut Butter thing," Potter replied offhandedly and Lucius once again found himself wondering about Potter's mental facilities. And besides, who was Inspector Reyna? A Muggle, most likely, and probably someone of some sort of authority.

"You burn too many bridges," Granger chided. Potter ignored that comment.

"What about Papa Odie?" Potter asked and Granger's eyes widened dramatically.

"Are you insane Harry?" she practically screamed. "You can't just take Death Eaters to Papa Odie! He'll kill them! He'll kill us!"

"Who's Papa Odie?" McNair asked sounding as confused as Lucius felt.

"Shut up!" both teenagers snapped in return.

"Harry that's a suicide run," Granger persisted but Lucius could see a look of resolve in Potter's features. He was planning on doing this suicide run. There would be no stopping him. Lucius prayed to whatever deity that might listen, please, do not let me die in some horrible, embarrassing fashion. It was one thing to be killed in battle with the Order defending your rights, family, and honor. It was quite another to be done in by two bickering Gryffindors and a Muggle allergy medicine. That was the type of thing to ruin a bloodline.

"All we have to do is get them in the car," Potter insisted. "Then it's only, like, what? Thirteen, fourteen hour drive?"

"It's a ten hour drive," Granger corrected, "and you have a car?"

"It's Uncle V's company car," Potter replied. "They took the family one when they ran away. Grunnings won't miss it for at least another few days."

"Gas money?"

"Covered."

"And what about when Dumbledore's people totally realize you're gone? It'll be a man hunt!"

"They have absolutely no idea where we would even be going," Potter said. The verbal match was making Lucius's head ache and he was actually hoping they would just come to a consensus and be quiet. He should have realized that this little trip would be anything but quiet.

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After nearly an hour of inane Gryffindor planning, he found himself squeezed into the back seat of one of those ridiculous Muggle carriages. He'd been one of these things before when he was going to some sort of Ministry function with an entourage. But this little 'company car' as Potter called it, was not easy to be in. The thing was small, bright blue, and had only two doors. Granger had to actually fold her seat almost completely in half in order to allow the three-still bound-hostages to get in the back.

Their ropes had been replaced by some sort of horrible grey material. It stuck to his skin by some sort of adhesive and already it was starting to itch. Once they were in the car, Potter bound their feet as well. Although, Potter had managed to secure Greyback's hands and feet with chains. Apparently, he knew just how strong werewolves could be this close to the full moon. He also strapped them with some sort of belt that came out of the seats of the car. Lucius didn't know what they were. They hadn't been in the car he'd been in before. All of this was done with the threat of Granger's wand. Not that it was much of a threat as the girl hadn't even completed her OWLs but it was the thought.

Lucius watched as Potter pulled open some sort of compartment in front of Granger's seat and slipped in their confiscated wands. He then closed and locked it with a key. With another key he started the vehicle.

Lucius had only been in a car very few times and he would never get used to the sudden rumbling and vibrations that came when the metal coffin was turned on. It sounded as if they were sitting in the belly of a beast. But Potter apparently wasn't interested in turning on the car as Lucius felt no vibrations. However, the lights inside the car came on.

"Okay," Potter said, as he snapped in his own restraint. Lucius didn't know why he was trying to tie up himself. It seemed utterly ridiculous. Perhaps those Muggle Studies classes really weren't so useless? Maybe if he had gone, he would know what was happening to him. He might have even been able to avoid this whole fiasco. "Which motorway do I want?"

Granger proceeded to read him directions from a map but Lucius couldn't follow her words even slightly. It was all letters and numbers. There was never any actual use of words or names. Apparently, Muggles preferred to use odd codes for their transportation needs.

"We probably want to take the M25 up to M1 and then take M18 to A1," Granger rattled off.

"Just tell me as we go," Potter said, his face already looking tired.

"Fine," Granger replied, annoyed. "But first you have to take me back to my house. I need clothes and stuff."

"That's three hours out of the way," Potter said, shaking his head. "I'll buy you what we need as we go." Granger didn't question the generosity. If it was generosity at all. Lucius didn't think it was; Potter just didn't want to spend any more time travelling than he needed to. Although, this information did make him wonder how Granger had gotten to the boy's home in the first place.

"Where are you taking us?" Lucius suddenly spoke up, his need to ask overwhelming his need to be quiet and figure a way out of this. He may be a grown man but he was a Pureblood. Even he could admit that they were relatively weak without their wands. He had to bide his time, get his wand out of that locked compartment, and take back control of the situation before it got any more humiliating.

"And why?" McNair asked. Greyback seemed content to settle in for a luxurious trip. He looked comfortable. In fact, he looked ready to nap. Lucius wanted to hit him but he was too scrunched into the horribly tiny back seat to move. Stuck between McNair and Greyback, the aristocrat was already horribly uncomfortable.

"You'll find out," Granger said as Potter pressed a white button on a black box attached to some sort of flap above his head. The wall in front of them began to move upwards. Lucius had never seen such a thing before and he was rather entranced, despite himself. Potter then turned the key more fully and Lucius felt the tell tale signs of the car coming to life. Once Potter had made it completely out of the little car shelter he pressed the white button again and the wall went back down. Nifty.

"Wait," Granger said suddenly and Lucius could tell that she had just been struck by a thought. "Do you even know how to drive?"

Potter turned to look at her as if she had just asked the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"A little late to be asking that isn't it?" he asked her.

"Do you?" she pressed. "I know you don't have a license. We're too young to get one."

Potter shrugged and Lucius felt his dread deepen at the sudden alarm on the girl's face.

"Well, I guess we're about to find out," he replied. He maneuvered the little stick between their seats around and suddenly they moving at a speed that Lucius knew was too fast. He could tell because Granger screamed.

"Harry!"