Disclaimer- Eye do knot own Harry Potter, and eye dun knot own Microsoft Word spell chequer, witch has let al of these misstakes thru Let this b a lesson; u cant rely on computers two no about the subtleties of the English language. Watt does u say two that bill gaits? Hmm?

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Draco groaned as he cracked open his eyelid to see an old decrepid basement. The leaky pipes were dripping dark brown murky water into a series of buckets. There was only a single flickering light bulb in the darkest corner of the dungeon, over a rusty old birdcage that was surronded by an ominous red glow.

The young Malfoy stood up dispite his moaning muscles and walked cautiously away from it to the other end of the room. There was a worn, bumpy old mattress on a cot set up in the corner and he ploped down on to it with a loud CREEEEK!

Draco's hand felt for his wand, but all he found was 15 crackers from a year ago, an old Albus Dumbledore Chocolate Frog Card (The candy and the card), and an extremly sour lemon drop.

He sighed and popped the lemon drop into his dry mouth. The candy exploded with sour liquid spewing all over the inside of his mouth, covering it in a layer of pure torture. The Slytherin swallowed the whole thing whole and laid about fourty-five unprintable cuss words while he waved his hand in front of his blistering hot tongue.

"Blah! Blah! BLAH!"

So he finally set the temperature of his tongue back to normal, and he heard a loud snake-like hiss from the corner with the birdcage. Draco's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, so he slowly moved his way over only to see a pure white phoenix with piercing green eyes. That wasn't the weirdest thing though.

Inside the rusty old birdcage sat a phoenix speaking in Parseltongue, at him.

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Remus Lupin trudged into the sitting room to sit across from Minerva, who was shaking with fear. Once the whole Order was there the transfiguration teacher took a deep breath and started her tale.

"As you all know, we recieved a letter from You-Know-Who-" she shuddered, "I mean Voldemort. It stated that he had taken Harry and I left to try to find him at his relatives home. I arrived to a deserted house with three dead bodies -Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley- that were killed by the killing curse." Minerva here took another deep breath to calm herself. "I went up to Harry's room and I found a copy of the note, but when I turned it over I saw Harry's original letter. It said:

-Order

For the record, still alive. (For now...) Can only just send this to you. Think Tom's outside, Professor Dumbledore, you need to check Snuffles's mir- And it ended there."

There was a long silence as everyone suddenly took an interest in the floor. Mrs. Weasley, however, burst into tears while Arthur held her hand.

Dumbledore tugged at his beard and sighed. "I take full responsiblity for this Molly. I should've never left him with those people, blood protection or not he didn't deserve that." The old man's eyes dulled and he stood up, intending to leave the room. Molly just kept on sobbing relentlessly into her husband's soaked shoulder.

"Headmaster, where are you going? We have to find Harry before You-Know-Who....." Remus trailed off, unable to say more. The werewolf's frantic eyes shot to Minerva, pleading for answers. The duputy headmistress ignored him and sat up straight so her sharp eyes stared at Dumbledore. "I need to speak with you Albus, now."

He nodded and walked as steadily as he could with his trembling knees to the family room. "Is there something, you wish to tell me Minerva?"

The woman's eyes looked defeated as she shook her head yes and pulled out Harry's wand and sighed. "I found this in a pool of blood, Albus, I think he might be dead."

Dumbledore's eyes clouded over briefly as he stood up and paced around the kitchen. The headmaster shook his wrinkled head. "No, Minerva I refuse to believe that. Harry is a fighter and besides, that's not Tom's style to just kill him. He would not just let his worst enemy die..." He couldn't continue. The professor closed his dull, watery eyes, and sighed as he tried to pull himself together.

Minerva however, had more to confess. "But, Albus when I was at Mr. Potter's relative's house I read the letter and thought of the last sentance. I must've been Mr. Black's mirror he was speaking of. I took it and here it is. Why would Potter want you to check it though?"

Dumbledore grasped the worn mirror like it was his life on the line. "This mirror, can allow any creature to communicate with each other if the other is holding the twin mirror." He smiled slightly, though worry still lined his old face. "I recall young Mr. Black giving one to James in their 2nd year to speak to one another during detentions."

"However, Minerva I will deal with this. A more pressing matter is how are we going to tell Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger?"

Her eyes widened with pity. "I have no idea, but I suggest we tell them before Miss Granger finds out on her own."

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Tom Riddle stroked his wand in happiness. After all, what more could he want? Harry Potter is stored away, he finally got rid of that ferret, Draco, and his plan was already in action. Now all he needed to do was kill that crackpot, Dumbledore.

The Dark Lord smirked at the expression that will be on Dumbledore's face when he sees his favorite student being tortured to near death.

"And speaking of torture," Voldemort mused, "I believe I have some to start. Let's see how long you can go without food and water, Potter." He walked over to the basement door in his throne room, and locked them magically, closing off whatever exit the prisoners had left.

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Is this chapter ok? I really need to work on its flow.

kirby