Chapter no 4

"Avada Kedevra!"

There was the sound of something hitting the ground. Harry almost screamed when a hand fell on his shoulder and shook him.

"Come on Potter, we need to get out of here. You need to get up.", a scared and hurried voice got through the pain that clouded his mind. Cedric. Cedric was fine.

Someone was trying to kill them.

Harry turned a little and grabbed the hand on his shoulder, he was pulled up sharply. Cedric's cheek was cut, the blood painted his cheeks.

"Whoever that is, is smart. There are anti-apparition wards over this graveyard." Cedric whispered while pulling Harry with him, both of them ducked around another statue as spells continued to fly towards them, "Right. He's not trying to kill us."

Harry's incredulous look made him explain quickly, " The other person scolded him for using the killing curse, said it might've hit the boy." Cedric threw another spell over the statue, there was a slight scream of pain. Cedric's face scrunched up with disgust, Harry noticed that his hands were shaking.

He was scared too.

But that didn't mean he was going to give up. Harry took a deep breath and tried to push back the pain, " If we can get to the portkey, it'd probably take us back."

"Good thinking."

Harry cursed when the head of the statue broke and almost crushed his foot. He jumped back, realizing his mistake when he came in the direct line of a spell. He prepared himself for the pain but the spell was deflected right before it could hit him.

"You're welcome," Cedric said breathlessly.

Harry joined him and started throwing every little spell he knew towards the figure in the middle of the graveyard. He wasn't as fast as Cedric but he hoped he could at least buy them some time.

The portkey was laying on the other side of the broken statue, all they needed to do was get one hit in and they could grab it.

Harry saw something coming towards him from the corner of his eye. He moved to the side instinctively. The silver poison like spell almost burned his skin as it passed him by.

Harry turned and the first thing he saw was grey eyes wide with shock.

The second was the deep red stream of blood dripping on the dirt below. And before he could think, or even breathe, Cedric dropped to the ground with an inhuman scream holding the stump of his arm.

The spell. The spell meant for him had hit Cedric. He had stepped aside and the spell hit Cedric. The spell hit just below his elbow and severed the arm.

Merlin, there was blood. There was so much blood.

Harry couldn't speak, couldn't think. He stumbled forward, there was a crunching of leaves behind him. He should move. Cedric was curled around his arm now.

"C-Cedric. Oh god, Cedric."

Steps of footsteps. A flash of a spell. Harry fell down like a puppet with its strings cut. All he saw before his eyes closed was the dirt below him stained with dark red blood.

Harry was tied to a headstone, the rope rubbed against his wrists as he struggled. He pulled until he could feel the warm blood flowing down his hands from where the ropes cut into his skin. He bit back a wince, he had to get free. He had to save Cedric and himself, he had to-

"Good You're already awake" A monotonous voice declared, Harry could make out a blurry figure standing in front of him. He groaned as the pain in his head made itself known. Right. He wasn't in the graveyard, he was...where was he? He was taken by someone.

The blonde woman...she was here before. She...his insides turned cold as he remembered her callous words like he was some sort of animal she could study.

"I was just about to wake you up, how are you feeling? " The woman said as if attempting to be kind but Harry was fooled, he remembered her words from...how long had he been unconscious?

"How long was I out?" He croaked out not expecting an answer. His throat was parched and it hurt to talk.

"About a week or so.", she replied writing something on the notebook she was holding in her hands.

He winced as the chains rubbed against his sore and injured wrists. A week. A week had passed and no one came for him. He wondered if they even noticed. Harry glanced at the woman again wondering where her wand was.

"Who are you?" He finally asked.

The woman hmm-ed before looking up, " . That's the wrong question. The real question is who, or rather what are you."

Wait. What?

And suddenly everything came into perspective. The fact that the woman didn't have a wand, that Voldemort hadn't appeared to kill him yet and the most telling fact that he wasn't cursed, he was shot. What had the man said? 'Hail Hydra', what was Hydra?

His mind whirled.

He was taken by muggles. Muggles that were most likely attacking Peggy, not him. They wanted Peggy. He hoped they didn't get her.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"They never do," the woman said, a little bit of irritation creeping into her words. "Not without persuasion that is." She tilted her head a little, "How about you save us both the trouble and just answer me. What kind of mutant are you?"

Right. He'd used magic in front of not one but three muggles. Of course, they were curious. But Harry knew the consequences of talking about magic, there was a reason it was a secret and if they knew...if they knew they would want to know how magic works and they'd probably capture other wizards as well.

Harry opened his mouth to talk but it hurt. He shook his head. The woman looked angry before she seemed to realize something, she picked up a bottle from beside her chair and leaned towards him. Harry leaned back.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed his chin and poured the water in his mouth, some of it overflowed and drenched his shirt. Harry groaned when the stitches on his side pulled a little when tried to bring his mouth nearer to the bottle He felt some strength returning to his body as the water quenched his thirst, he used the time to think.

The woman thought of him as a mutant. Harry had a vague idea of what mutants were from Hermione's rants about mutant rights and it might just save him now. He drank the whole bottle before he heard her voice again.

"Go on then,"

"I'm not sure I am a mutant." Harry answered before explaining seeing her agitated face, "Not a full one, at least." He desperately thinks over the whole incident to remember which spells he used." I can cause a flash of light that irritates peoples eyes, that's about it."

"I'd believe you, but that doesn't explain how Agent Carter escaped."

Harry remained silent.

She closed her notebook," Let me tell you something, you can stay silent all you want but we're going to get what we want anyway. You see, she'll come for you and when she does, we'll be ready."

With that, she stood up from her chair and stepped toward him. Harry tensed, she took some sort of metal bracelet out of her coat pocket and with a quick move she snapped it on his wrist. Harry's eyes were drawn to it, there was a slight sound of the door opening before the woman walked out.

Right before she closed the door, she addressed him one last time.

"If I were you, I would keep my head down,"

Harry didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the irony. So, he sat there alone with his thoughts as minutes passed by. His mind ran over several outcomes of the situation he was in but none of them ended in his favor.

The brightness of the room disturbed him. It felt like being back at the infirmary at Hogwarts but without Madam Pomfrey to lighten the harshness. The blood from his cuts crusted on his wrists and felt disgusting.

It may have been minutes or hours before the door opened again and unwillingly Harry let out a breath of relief, some company was better than none. He could barely live with his thoughts on a daily basis, he'd probably go mad if his thoughts and guilt were the only things accompanying him.

"Is this the boy then?" , a soft sensual voice called out.

Harry shivered a little. Someone was walking towards him, he couldn't find the strength to tense up. He hadn't eaten for so long that the hunger felt like one of the constant things occupying his mind.

A hand gentle hand cupped his cheek, "Such beautiful eyes." Harry realized he'd been looking into her eyes. It was just difficult to focus.

It became a little easier when the lady moved closer, Harry gasped a little. Her eyes, her eyes were green. Not green like his but bright green with flecks of yellow surrounding them and cat-like pupils. The first word that popped into his mind was 'snake' followed by 'Dangerous'.

Her thumb rubbed small circular patterns on his cheek,

"You're not who I was expecting but I'll make do." Nails dug into his skin, Harry winced moving his head aside. There was a sudden intake of breath."Oh my, what have we here?"

His head jerked back as the lady pulled back his hair. Harry suddenly realized what she was looking at. His scar. He tried to headbutt her. She moved back with a laugh, "You've bought me a gem, Doctor. You've brought me Harry Potter!"

Harry froze with fear.

"Ma'am?" The woman from earlier asked tentatively.

The was a slight hmm as the lady circled him, looking at him from top to bottom. "I've heard about you, darling." She huskily whispered to him, "For years and years, there've been whispers you. And now that I have you, I can know what is it that makes a legend."

She turned towards the woman, "I need you to run tests on him. I giving you the clearance needed to know about Project Transmutation. Don't let me down, Doctor 'cause my touch may be soft but a viper's strike is not."

Harry cursed internally. She knew. This woman. This-This viper knew who he was. He'd almost gotten away and now, now they knew. The 'Viper' as he'd termed her strode out of the room, with the doctor right at her heels. Merlin knows what they'd do to him now.

Time passed by. One agonizing hour at a time and soon Harry found that he'd lost the track of time. He just knew that one morning(night?) he woke up and his chains were gone. His wrists were bandaged and he was laying on a bed in a small room. He sat up despite the pain and limped to the door, there was no sound. .What was the chance...

"It's open" he whispered unbelievably as he turned the knob and the door flung open. He tried to take a step out of the room. The pain just came out of the blue. He screamed as the metal bracelets on his wrist burned. He fell on his knees gasping as the pain faded away, He had been naive to think that they would just let him leave like that.

He looked up as the door opened again and someone stepped in. Harry got up and backed away seeing the Doctor enter the room.

"Sorry about the whole 'can't get out of the room thing ' we can't have you run away you see" She explained as though to a child. She looked..different. Not as in appearance no, she still had the blonde hair and dull brown eyes it was her way of standing that was different. A sort of smug pride hung around her. He wondered whether 'capturing' him had earned her some sort of promotion.

Harry took a few steps back leaning against the wall as far away from her as possible until her figure blurred a little and he could barely make out her features. The lady looked at him for a few moments before shaking her head and sitting on the chair he hadn't noticed, what he did notice was the fact that the chair was bolted to the ground just like the bed was.

"You're a wizard." She suddenly spoke, telling him not asking.

Harry's stomach dropped eyes going wide as the whole body went stiff, she knew. They knew, the muggles they knew-

"No," Harry whispered under his breath, the word coming out as a plea, not as an answer.

He'd unknowingly broken the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and it was unintentional, he never meant to expose wizards, he just, he just wanted to help.

He could see something hurled towards him, he caught it, of course, Seeker's reflex. He stared at the object in his hands, his glasses. He wondered whether they would shock him as well but decided to take the risk. The room came to a focus. Harry absently registered that he could see better than he ever had but he was too busy panicking to admire his new vision.

Perhaps the Doctor could see that he was at the verge of a panic attack, she put down the file she was holding on her lap and stared at him, "You're not the first of your kind we've had...experience with. But it was quite a long time ago."

They...They knew of wizards or at least some of them did. The doctor, she didn't know about wizards not until the viper gave her access to...project transmutation, wasn't it? So the higher-ups of this organization probably knew about wizards but lower members didn't, they thought wizards were actually mutants. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione saying something about the muggle prime minister meeting with Dumbledore.

But what did they want? What did Hydra do to the wizards they had 'experience' bit his tongue, no matter how willing she appeared the doctor was one of his kidnappers. He couldn't give her more information than they had, who knew how much they knew about wizards.

Brown eyes bore into his own even across the room, Harry sat down with his back against the wall looking at her.

"Go on, ask. I can tell you have questions, who doesn't."

Harry contemplated his actions, he knew she was searching for information and he needed information as well but how much was he willing to tell them?

"You wanted to run tests on me," he started carefully, " If you've had experience with wizards before...how come you need to test me. Shouldn't you already know whatever you wanted to know."

There was a small tilt of the Doctor's lip, " We did run tests, the technology was different back then but yes we did find some answers. But," A weird gleam entered her dull eyes, " the test subject usually ended up dead. Some due to chemical reactions, others suicides." She leaned back, " It's tragic really."

Test subjects. They-They killed wizards by running tests on them, like-like they were lab rats or something. And for what? To satisfy their curiosity. Harry felt bile rise in his throat, it burned the back of his mouth. They were probably going to cut him open to find out how his magic worked.

"Why are you telling me this? " He managed to say because she wasn't asking questions, she wasn't probing like he expected.

"To make sure you know that there is a small chance of your survival but only-" She stood up and walked towards the door, her back facing him,"if you cooperate."

Something cold settled in Harry's bones and at that moment he knew, this was more dangerous than anything he had ever faced before.

Finally something is happening! I hope you liked this chapter, it has one of my favorite paragraphs I've written. Lets see if you can guess it. Let me know how you feel about this chapter in the reviews. And remember,

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-Marey