What a great welcome back, if I actually had a heart, it would be beating for your people.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Harry Potter, the character, settings or plots that have been born from the magnificent mind of J.K. Rowling. For those too incompetent to understand words longer than two syllables: I do not own Harry Potter.

I forgot to say this, but the pairing will be HP/LV. Now you have been warned.

Beta: angelhitomie

Not a word was exchanged as they walked. Their legs had been freed so that they could walk but their hands were still bound behind their backs, so tight that Harry felt like the blood circulation had been cut off. Shacklebolt had taken the lead. The two other wizards were guarding Harry and Draco's sides and somewhere behind them Harry could hear the Metamorpmagus stumbling around.

By the time they reached the camp Harry was cold to the bone and he had lost the feeling in his hands and mostly also his feet. None of them seemed inclined to cast a warming charm on him. Perhaps they saw it as a fitting punishment for the bite.

Even while his mind was running wild trying to figure out a way to get out of here, he felt Draco's gaze on him several times. Since revealing Harry's name and non-magical status to their attackers Draco had been quite. Glancing at the blond Harry could see hidden confusion in the grey eyes.

Stumbling over his own feet Harry gritted his teeth and scowled. All this could have been avoided if he had stayed and told Severus about what he had seen. However, chances were that Draco would have been dead before the Potions master would have been able to come to his godson's rescue.

At least Draco was alive instead of lying in the cold snow where the forest's predators could freely feed of him.

A small group of tents suddenly appeared in front of them. Harry blinked in surprise before realising that wards probably had been placed around the place to keep it hidden when someone passed.

Harry did not have much of a chance to look, as he and Draco were led over to one of the two bigger tents. From the outside the tents did not look like much. They were light brown coloured and looked like even the smallest wind could knock them over.

Shacklebolt and the Metamorpmagus disappeared into one of the tents. Harry and Draco were pushed into another one where they were forced to kneel on the hard floor and then they were left alone.

Shocked by their dismissing actions Harry shifted into a slightly more comfortable position. With his legs free he was able to sit so he was not putting his weight on them. He grimaced when a painful pinching started all over his frozen body. It felt like a million knives were digging into his flesh, twisting around and then they were slowly pulled out, only for the process to be repeated right away. He hissed, clenching his teeth to avoid any loud noises while he had to stop himself from moving around.

The tent was far bigger on its inside than it had looked to be from outside, such as the custom was in the Wizarding world. It seemed to have only one room, the one they were in. From the looks of it, there had been no use of the tent before they had been pushed inside. Perhaps it had been brought along for the purpose that they might find prisoners, or perhaps it had just been used as storage.

There was one exit, no windows and they were sitting on a hard floor made of wood. It didn't give him many ideas about how they were supposed to get out of this situation. Especially when Draco's wand had been confiscated and Harry himself was unable to do magic of any kind.

"What are you doing?" At Draco's question Harry stopped moving. Until now he had forgotten that the other teen was right next to him in the otherwise empty tent.

"Trying to get free." He gestured with his head towards the ropes which kept his hands bound behind his back.

Already before Draco opened his mouth, Harry could feel the blond looking at him. "You are aware, that the ropes are conjured with magic. Thus they cannot be undone without a wand, which I am currently lacking thanks to those barbarians who have no idea about how one is supposed to treat their guests."

Harry let a small smile grace his lips. Trust a Malfoy to find something as insane to complain about at the manners of their captors.

He wondered if something was wrong with him since he did not really find himself surprised by the way Draco acted. "Believe me, I am well aware of our situation. But it doesn't mean that I can't try. I could be lucky and they have made a mistake in the incarnation and thus weakened the bounds or something." He whispered back to Draco as his teeth clapped from the cold.

They fell into a short silence before Draco felt the need to speak. "I don't understand those people." Harry merely raised a brow, waiting for the blond to continue. Years in Draco's company had taught him that his friend liked to be dramatic. When he didn't ask as Draco wanted him to, the blond huffed but continued nonetheless.

"They are rebels. They fight for the rights of muggles, muggleborns and whatever else they think are being treated unfairly under the dark lord's rule. By all means they should have let you go when they heard that you are a squib. There is no reason that you should be hold captured in here with me." As Draco spoke Harry started to feel gradually more uncomfortable. He understood that Draco only meant the best with what he had done. And perhaps if he had not mentioned his name the plan might have worked. As it was there was nothing Harry doubted that he could do to change their current situation.

Further conversation was cut off when someone entered the tent they were in. Harry bowed his head, keeping his gaze focussed on a spot near his knees. "Has You Know Who really sunk so low that he has started to send children of to do his dirty work for him?" The growling voice made Harry tense. Of all the people he could possibly encounter on an already bad day it just had to be him.

"Since you whelps are still wet behind your ears I will do you a favour and introduce myself. The name is Alastor Moody, though you might know me as Mad Eye Moody." Draco sucked in a harsh breath and Harry understood his friend's reaction only too well.

Moody was known as the Order's information gatherer when the prisoners were less than inclined to spill the beans. In other words, he was the one who was sent when someone needed to be tortured.

The man stepped closer and Harry could almost feel how the vivid, electric blue magical eye was looking into their very soul. "What a pitiful bunch you are. A Malfoy brat. You look just like your father and believe me when I say that it is not something to be proud of." The gruff voice said.

Draco was not late to react to the insult. "Take that back! My father is the dark lord's right hand man and I strive to be just like him." The sound of flesh hitting flesh rung through the tent and made Harry wince. At the same time Draco let out a sting of curse words Harry had not been aware that the blond knew.

Severus really needed to watch what he said when he was around other people.

The small slimmer of humour disappeared when two boots appeared in his range of sight. "But you on the other hand." When Harry failed to react at the voice a hand fisted in his hair and tilted his head backwards, forcing him to look up.

Harry was not sure what he had expected. Strangely enough Moody had not changed much since the last time Harry had last seen him, though years had passed in the mean time. Moody's face, which looked like it was roughly carved from wood, had gained a few more scars and a chunk of his nose was still missing. The grizzled hair had gotten more grey in it, a proof that time had not left the man unchanged.

"You have changed a great deal Harry Potter. You should be proud of looking so much like your father, though a great deal of your mother is also reflected in you." He flinched as if he had been hit when Moody let go of his hair.

Rolling his neck to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling he had gotten from having it forced into a different position Harry glared at the wizard. "Believe me, if I had a choice I would look nothing like any of them. Unfortunately I have not found anything which can do such a thing at this state of life." The force from the hit made Harry fall backwards so he now lay on his back. He blinked a few times, refusing to let the tears fall.

"Leave him alone! If you are going to hit someone then do it to someone who has a chance of defending themselves. Of course, who could expect anything better from a mudblood loving lunatic? Just give me my wand back and I'll show you how a proper wizard is supposed to fight." Draco exclaimed, dragging the attention from Harry and over to him.

"Silencio." Though Draco's lips kept moving not another sound passed over them. Satisfied with this Moody turned his attention back to the brunet. "Words that you have been found have already been sent to Albus. He should get them by tomorrow." Moody's wand stayed on Draco while the man talked.

It was a clear warning that any attempt to do what he had done to Shacklebolt would lead to Draco paying the price for Harry's foolishness.

Therefore Harry kept still as Moody took forth a vial from the depth of one of his pockets. "But even though Albus will only learn of the news tomorrow I fail to see why we cannot just take advantage of our current situation and also make sure that you are unable to flee." Inside the vial was a thick and brown potion. Harry felt dread fill his stomach as the vial was held tauntingly in front of his face, just out of reach.

Uncorking the vial Moody sniffed the substance. "It is one of the few potions which we managed to save after your little escape. I have heard that some potions grow more potent through the years. Let us see if it is also the case with this one." Harry tried to roll away but Moody was faster and placed a knee on his chest, pinning him to the spot. With his free hand Moody pried Harry already bruised jaw apart. As soon as his mouth was open enough the wizard emptied the context down in his mouth.

Harry spluttered as his mouth was suddenly filled with the thick liquor and he attempted to jerk his head free so he could get rid of the bad tasting potion. However Moody was faster.

The man placed a hand over Harry nose and mouth, cutting off his air supply. Harry trashed under Moody's hold, hoping to get free so he could spit out the potion. Despite his age and handicap Moody had almost no problems with keeping Harry down.

The man threw the vial away and placed his other hand on Harry's neck. The pressure made Harry stop his trashing. If he moved the wrong way, Moody could easily snap his neck. While Harry did not believe that the man would actually do it, he had heard about the so called accidents which happened whenever Moody was alone with an unwilling prisoner.

The need for air quickly grew and Harry found his body working against his will. A few swallows and Harry felt the the thick potion slowly slide down his throat, leaving a horrible aftertaste.

Harry gagged when Moody let go of him shortly after. As soon as the man moved away Harry turned onto his side, retching in hope of getting the potion out of his stomach. His stomach was protesting heavily about the vile thing it had been subjected to.

Harry curled into a ball the best he could with his hands behind his back, coughing and retching. This was worse than when he had bitten Shaklebolt. At least none of the blood had ended in his stomach then.

His view had already started narrowing in as Harry looked over at Draco. The blond was being held by the Metamorpmaguc, explaining why he had not come to Harry's help when Moody had force fed him the potion.

"Sweet dream, Potter." Moody said, before leaving the tent, letting the flap fall close behind them.

Struggling against the still stronger hold of the potion Harry's gaze flickered around. He was well aware of the way both Draco and the woman were watching him but found it hard to focus on any of them.

Tears welled up in his eyes though Harry was unsure if any sounds passed over his lips or not.

Unlike when the visions came to him Harry did not have the slightest illusion of control. He felt himself plunging into darkness before scenes started playing in front of his eyes, far away from where his body currently lay.

Like a ghost he floated above ever changing scenes, many of them moving past him with such a speed that Harry was left wondering if it was possible to feel nausea when he was not even awake.

Currently Harry was on a Muggle street he recognised only too well. Privet Drive was a suburban street in Little Whinging. The neighbourhood consisted of boring boxy houses. They were nearly exact replications of each other, row upon row of exclusive houses for exclusive people. Though the cars had been changed to newer and smarter models and he didn't think that number eight had had white roses the last time he had been there.

He followed the tug, passing through the closed door to Privet Drive 4, without any troubles. The smell of cleaning supplies made Harry grimace, that was one among many other things which he did not miss about this place. The house, like any other one at this street was a two floor.

Inside the house was even neater than the perfectly made garden. The pictures of the large, pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bonnets were gone. Now the photographs showed a large blond in different scenarios.

He passed the cupboard under the stairs without a second glance and the kitchen too. Harry was not surprised to see than the room was filled with the newest things in technology. After all, being married to a director in Grunnings the woman had to show off her money when people came on visits. Harry shook his head and continued his way up the stairs.

He passed his aunt and uncle's bedroom as well as the bathroom before he floated into what he remembered to be Dudley's room.

It had changed a great deal and yet again not. As long as Harry could recall Dudley's room had always been filled with junk and other useless mess. While it had stayed that way the baby toys had been changed to things Harry had a hard time to view his cousin use. After all Dudley had never been a sporty person, unless it involved hunting some poor kid down and then beat the lad up. So Harry could hardly see what the muggle wanted with a punching bag.

Harry's attention turned from the inventory and to the only person in the room. Since he had last seen his cousin Dudley had grown to the seize of a baby killer whale. The blond boy was sitting on his bed, which looked ready to give out under him any second.

Getting closer Harry was surprised to see Dudley had some white powder in his hand. As he watched Dudley closed one nostril before leaning down and sniffing hard. "Bloody hell. I wish Aunt Petunia could see this. Her precious little angel, taking drugs. Surely they would find some way to blame my bad influence on this."

Feeling a harder tug Harry knew he would move on to the next vision. However before the scenery could change a sharp pain erupted from his shoulder and spread like a fire from there.

Harry woke up with a start, pain in his head flaring as he opened his eyes, eliciting a small moan to escape his lips as his body became aware of its surroundings.

Unceremoniously Harry rolled onto to his side and emptied his stomach of its meagre content. Finishing Harry rolled back onto his back, groaning as new waves of pain came from his shoulder.

Now awake, he gritted his teeth against the pain and tried to think back through the myriad visions that he had encountered.

He carefully eased himself upright and nearly staggered as his headache blossomed even more fiercely in his temples.

"Bloody hell," he murmured to himself. He didn't dare to close his eyes, fearing that he would be dragged back into the world of visions.

In the dim light Harry was able to see Draco's hair shine. The blond was pale, even more than he normally was. "You're awake Harry?" Draco asked, moving closer until they were nearly touching.

"No, I'm merely sitting and talking while being unconscious." He bit, regretting his words at Draco's hurt look. "Sorry that I got you dragged into this mess." Harry moved his legs, avoiding the kick Draco had aimed at him. The movement however made him retch, though there was nothing more to come up.

Leaning against Draco's body for support Harry became aware of how badly his body was shaking. While he no longer felt cold from his walk outside, his bones were as if they were made of ice and sweat was running down his back, making the nightshirt stick to his skin.

"Scarhead, don't act like a Gryffindor and think that you are the center of this world. We wouldn't be in this situation if the others had not decided to act like bloody cowards and abandon us. When my father hears of this-"

"You do realise that we have to get out of here if you want to tell your father." Harry groaned, and let his head rest against Draco's shoulder. One adverse he hated about the potion was that it made his strength waver.

"What did that potion do to you? I have never seen anything like that. One would think that Severus would at least have mentioned it, or someone when the dark lord decided to torture someone." A shiver ran down Harry's spine at Draco's words.

Spitting to clear the taste of vomit from his mouth Harry moved around until he was behind Draco. "Don't worry. It's not something they'll feed you. And even if they did I doubt that it would have much of an effect. Your blood is just not quite right." He said, unable to stop the small jab.

It was only yesterday or perhaps they day before since he had no idea of what the clock was, that Draco had watched him being humiliated because of Harry's lack of blood purity. "Did they really see me as such a small threat that they did not even find it necessary to keep me bound?" It definitely didn't seem like something he could see Moody do. The man was paranoid as hell.

With one hand Harry started feeling up the rope binding Draco's hands. From the tightness of the knot Harry knew that Draco had attempted to free himself while Harry had been under the influence of the potion. "They sat the Metomorpmagus to guard us. My guess is that you looked so pitiful that she decided that it would do no harm to let you free of your bounds. But when she left she forgot to read the spell. It might be because she still felt dizzy after her nose had a meeting with the floor."

Tugging at the knot Harry made a small sound of satisfaction as it became undone. "Can you believe it? She made pig noses and then expected me to laugh at her antics." Draco turned around and rubbed his red and probably also sore wrists. "Though I've to admit that she looked hilarious when she went out of here with a bloody nose."

Draco got on his feet and looked down at Harry. "Can you get up on your own?" Despite the harshly spoken words Draco extended a hand which Harry took before he was pulled to stand. The hold proved to be necessary as Harry swayed back and forth. "Whatever that man gave you, it sure as hell is effective. Do you think that we could sneak some of it into some of the parties in the Slytherin common room?"

Wincing Harry leaned heavily against Draco's taller body. "To anyone else it will just taste like horse piss. But how about we first get out of here and then we can search for something you can gift your small friends at those stuck up parties."

The throbbing pain in his shoulder flared up with every step he took with Draco's help. Though trying to be helpful Draco's steps were longer than what Harry was comfortable with. "So, any suggestions to how we get out of here?" Harry found himself asking. There was no way that he would stay willingly here.

Besides, he already had a good idea what would happen, but before that, they needed to get out of the tent.

Draco's low snort brought Harry's gaze back to the blond by his side. "This is a rather ratty edition, nowhere as good as the one I have at home. However I do recognise the producer and no matter how cheap their product is, they made sure that it would be impossible to sneak in and out without using the assigned exists. They called it childproof, a way to make sure that your teenagers could not sneak out when they were at Quidditch matches."

"So through the door it is." Harry said trying to keep his voice cheerful. Draco staggered, stopping himself from falling before he took Harry down with him. Apparently Harry was not the only one affected by not being able to move around for a long while.

They managed to get to the opening without any problems. "How big do you think our chances are that they have just gone to sleep and forgotten all about us?" Though not being able to see it, Harry knew that Draco was rolling his eyes at Harry's question.

Cold air hit them head on when they opened the flap to the tent. Harry breathed in sharply, his eyes darting around. Snow had started falling while they were inside the tent. A fire had been lit, placed between the two tents, and it was the only source of light Harry and Draco had now where they were outside.

Shivering Harry pressed himself closer against Draco's body. "Seems like you were right. It's no wonder that the dark lord has no problems with catching rebels when they are so careless as this."

"Draco, I think that you might have spoken a little too hasty." Harry nearly went cross eyed as he tried to keep looking at the wand levelled at his face.

"Turn around and walk straight back to the tent." Moody growled, the end of his wand glowing brightly. "In there, you, Potter, are going to get another doses of the potion, which should be enough to knock you out until Dumbledore arrives. And we two." Harry felt Draco tense when Moody's wand turned to point at him. "Are going to have a talk. I'm sure that as Lucius Malfoy's son you will have quite the information to tell. And luckily enough there is no one around to intervene."

Mad Eye's words made Harry wonder where the others were. Did they really feel so secure that Moody had just sent the others off? Either the man believed that he could easily take care of two youths, especially when the only wizard did not have his wand. Or else Moody had done it on purpose so that he could get to do his work in peace.

A nagging feeling in the back of his head told Harry that it was not the first choice.

When Moody took a step towards them neither boy moved. Instead Harry suddenly leaned forward and vomited. Since he had no more food in him it was pure stomach acid which came up. To his satisfaction Harry saw that some of it hit Moody's boots. It was not much but at least it made him feel somewhat better with the situation.

"Crucio."

The screams were ripped from his throat and not even Draco's hold on him was enough to keep him standing. Harry hit the snow covered ground with a hard thud, rolling around to get away from the burst of pain though nothing seemed to help.

When what felt like an endless amount of time seemed to have passed the pain finally faded. Harry wanted to curl into a foetus position, to protect his body from more harm. But his wounded shoulder and the lingering pain from the curse paralyzed him and instead Harry tried to focus on keeping his breathing even.

He was faintly aware that his body was shaking as a combined result of the curse and the after effect of the potion. Remembering Moody's words Harry wanted to vomit again. He was not sure he could take another potion this soon after the first one.

A hand fisted a good portion of his hair and Harry was yanked to his feet, the only thing keeping him standing was Moody's hold on him. "It was a very stupid thing to do, Potter."

While speaking Mad Eye shook him like a terrier which had gotten hold on a rat. Harry just hung limply in the hold, not moving as much as a muscle as his eyes stayed at a point over Moody's shoulder and he stared into the darkness surrounding them.

Moody let out a sound of surprise when Harry let his legs give out under him. A grin slowly worked its way to Harry's face and his tired eyes looked up at Moody's, a dark glint in them. "You are going to regret letting your small friends go. On the other hand, it is not like they would have been able to save you if they had been here."

"What are you talking about boy, what did you see?" Instead of answering Harry let out a pained sound. There was no way that he would tell Moody about any of his visions.

Suddenly Moody's eyes rolled backwards, and the man let out a growl. Without further words Mad Eye let go of him and Harry found himself tumbling down in the snow, where he lay unmoving.

With half lid eyes Harry watched, as Moody stunned Draco before turning around, already sending curses of into the darkness which surrounded the small camp.

It didn't take long before similar curses were returned, though none of them were lethal. Their attackers probably wouldn't risk hitting Draco with the Avada Kedavra. Harry would love to see how they would explain how that happened to Lucius Malfoy afterwards.

Before Voldemort took over control, Alastor Moody had been an Auror. Since then the man had joined the rebels, and though years had passed Moody had managed to keep himself in form and ready to fight.

From the darkness several individuals stepped forth, dressed in black robes and the white masks covering their faces. "Draky darling, your dear Aunt has come to bring you home." Bellatrix Lestrange's voice was easily heard as she hurled one curse after another after the ex-auror.

In contrast to the death eaters in the darkness Moody had no thoughts about holding back. The man was clearly trying to drag time out for as long as possible until his comrades would arrive. Or perhaps he planned on taking as many as possible down with him.

Glaring at Moody, who was busy casting spells, Harry crawled over to Draco's frozen body. Grey and bewildered eyes were staring up at the sky when Harry collapsed next to his friend, out of air.

Harry rolled onto his side so he was looking at Draco, his vision narrowed itself in. Reaching out Harry's hand clamped down around the edge of Draco's sleeve. Though he doubted that Draco could see it Harry sent his friend a small smile as he was dragged back into the darkness which would soon turn into new visions.

Around him the sounds of the battle continued.

So, options?

Next: Back at Hogwarts Harry meets Voldemort.