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Kidnapped!

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"Well, if you'd like Harry, I could show you."

Before Harry could say anything, Malfoy grabbed his arm and the world began to spin. As they apparated, the last thing Harry saw was Dumbledore running around the corner, arriving just too late to save him.

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It was a cold, dark evening at the Burrow. A dense fog surrounded the rickety house and the land around it.

One single jet of light shattered the calm, though it was soundless, and it came to land right on the porch of the shabby home.

Inside, Mrs. Weasley was busy preparing dinner for the family. The children were out of sorts from the weather, and as a result, had been getting into trouble. Mrs. Weasley barely looked up as she stirred the soup.

"Ron! Don't poke Ginny with that stick! Fred and George, you put down that wand! Percy, be a dear, and set the table please, thank you. Fred and George! What did I say about that wand?!"

A final flick of her own wand, and the soup was taken off the stove and neatly served into plates around the table. A few muttered charms to keep it warm were the finishing touch. Mrs. Weasley smiled at the pretty set of her supper, and as she shouted for her family to come eat, there was a knock on the door.

"Fred, who is that?"

"I don't know Mum."

Mrs. Weasley quietly moved to the door, and tried to peek out of the window to get a glimpse of who the visitor was. It wasn't safe to let strangers into one's home; there was a rumour that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had disappeared, but Mrs. Weasley wouldn't believe that without proof.

She gave a whispered "Protego," towards her children, just in case the worst happened. She cracked the door open just a hair to peek, and when she saw the long white bearded man examining the swearing gnomes, she was instantly relieved.

"Dumbledore!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting you!"

"I'm so sorry to barge in like this Molly, but I simply must speak with you and Arthur. May I come in?" he asked politely.

"Of course Albus, can I get you tea or anything?" Mrs. Weasley quickly whispered the reverse to her shielding charm and then bustled into the kitchen to boil the water.

"Tea would be lovely Molly, thank you. Ah, hello children! How are you this evening?"

Mrs. Weasley prepared the tea quickly, smiling as her children excitedly told Dumbledore about their day, and once she was finished, she shooed them off to play in their rooms. She escorted Dumbledore into the living room and they sat themselves on the old, lumpy couch.

"I'm very sorry, but I have no idea where Arthur is. He really should've been home by now."

"It's perfectly fine Molly. I can wait."

"What is it you needed to speak to us about?" Mrs. Weasley could only imagine what would have caused the old Headmaster to appear unannounced on her doorstep.

"Well, have you heard the rumours? That You-Know-Who has been destroyed?"

"Yes, of course. Everyone's been talking about it. Is it true? That the little Potter boy killed him?"

"Well, Voldemort is gone, but I do not believe he is dead. I do believe he will not be seen for awhile thanks to Harry, so we are all safe for now. I informed the boy about Hogwarts, but unfortunately I was unable to get to the hospital in time to explain fully to him what was going on."

"That's a relief." Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"Indeed, but there is also bad news. The boy is missing; Lucius Malfoy apparated away with him before I could save him - "

A window suddenly broke open, causing Mrs. Weasley to jump in surprise, and a silver blur shot through the room. It froze before Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore, and formed into an anonymous face before it spoke in Lucius Malfoy's voice.

"We have the boy," it said. "If you ever want to see him again, bring the Order of the Phoenix to Stonehenge at midnight tomorrow."

The silvery orb disappeared.

"Oh my." Mrs. Weasley stared for a moment, before recovering herself and mending the window.

"I'm afraid the situation is more severe than I expected." Dumbledore admitted.

The door to the Burrow opened. With all the commotion, no one had noticed that Mr. Weasley's hand on the clock had moved from 'Work' to 'Home'.

"What's wrong?!" Mr. Weasley yelled, running to the living room and hugging his wife. "I saw a Patronus fly into the house while I was driving! Is everyone alright?!"

The Weasley children had slipped back downstairs when they heard the crash, and were looking at their parents with wide eyes.

"Calm down Arthur." Dumbledore said, soothingly. "I will fill you in, but first I think you ought to put the children to bed."

"Of course. Come children, it's getting late. If you are hungry, I will bring you all up soup in a bit, alright?" Mrs. Weasley physically pushed them upstairs to get them moving. "Go on now."

As soon as the children had vanished, Mrs. And Mr. Weasley took a seat with Dumbledore.

"So," The old man began. "Unfortunately, the Death Eaters refuse to believe their master has gone into hiding, and they have taken Harry. We are in a very bad position, as they will either keep him, or ask random. The best I think we can do is bring the Order to Stonehenge, and see what they want…."

Harry landed roughly in a dark alley. He did not know where he was, but the area looked like it wasn't far from London.

"Welcome to my home, Potter." Malfoy said, calmly readjusting his robes.

"This is it?" Harry looked at the shoddy shed in front of him, slightly disappointed.

"Don't be absurd." Malfoy smirked. He tapped the ground and suddenly Harry began sinking into the ground.

"What's going on?!" Harry yelped, shutting his eyes and preparing for the worst.

"Relax. Open your eyes."

Harry did as he as told, and gaped. He was now in a large parlor, taller than he had ever seen. The walls were covered in a sheer, silk fabric, and the floor was of the whitest marble. Paintings that must've been priceless lined the walls, and a giant chandelier made of diamonds illuminated the room with a soft golden glow. The centre of the room held a grand staircase, easily reaching at least three stories high, also made of marble. Harry could barely count the number of doors he saw.

"This is…beautiful." Harry couldn't think of anything else to say. He noted how his voice echoed in the spacious home, and couldn't help shivering in awe. Never had he seen a home like this one, even in the richest areas of England.

"Yes. This house holds many rooms, contained within five stories. It includes dungeons as well. You will, of course, be staying there."

Harry blinked at Malfoy. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was a group of large men coming at him, wands outstretched.

'Crap.'