Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited of followed, I love you guys so much! We are so close to getting 100 followers and I'm so excited. And a special thanks to my beta newerher3!

And I'm sorry if I got you excited but there will NOT be lemon in this story, kissing and making out and all that jazz, maybe even implied lemon but no actual lemon. I'm personally not a fan of Tsukiyama but I will not bash him, I always try my hardest not to intentionally bash characters. He talks in French and sadly I do not know French so if I make a mistake please tell me. French will be in italics. I apologise for any oocness. And I do not own Tokyo ghoul or harry potter.

When Midori woke his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and his body felt heavy. He instantly knew he'd been drugged, having had the displeasure of being the victim of drugs before. Letting out a soft groan, he reached a hand to clutch his head. He'd never been hung over before, but he suspected it would feel something like this, except this would be ten times worse.

He could feel his mask against his skin and he was glad that he'd charmed it so only he, or someone with his permission, could take it off. He was also still in his half fox form, as un-transforming required him to focus intently on changing, and making his magic flow a certain way. So he didn't turn back if he was knocked unconscious or fell asleep.

"I see your finally awake chiot."

He slowly pried his eyes open and found himself to be in a dark dank cell. No not again, he couldn't be trapped again. Memories flashed in front of his eyes. Knifes pinning him to the wall. Bellatrix laughing as she cut him open. Having his nails slowly pulled out one by one. Rats scurrying over his prone form, their claws scratching at him. The smell of blood, sweat and bodily fluids burning his nose and making him gag.

As much as he hated manipulative bastards, he hated being trapped just as much. His freedom was the one thing he treasured the most, as it was the only thing he had in this world. Whoever thought they could take that away from him would pay.

His eyes flew to the man that had spoken and he let out a growl. The man was tall with styled purple hair, light purple eyes and he was dressed in a white tuxedo with a bright red shirt underneath. Apparently his growl only amused the purple haired man even more. "Oh, so you're a feisty one then, chiot?" He purred "That's good because in my opinion the feisty ones always taste the best. And I know firsthand from that previous sample just how delicious you really are."

Midori's eyes began to glow green as he was overcome by a strong hate. He hadn't been able to do anything the last time he'd been trapped but this time he was strong enough to fight back. But when he went to stand and launch himself at the purple haired man (he planned on blasting through the cell bars with a spell) he found his legs unable to move.

His hands flew to his belt only to find his tantou missing. He didn't allow himself to panic, he still had his magic and he could do hand to hand combat. This wasn't going to end like it had with Voldemort. If worse came to worse he could ask Mother to lend him some of her power. The only reason he hadn't done that already was because he couldn't handle too much of her power and if he channelled too much of it, it would burn him up from the inside out. Another side effect was that he'd be left exhausted again, which, quite honestly, was the last thing he wanted to happen at the moment.

"You know I've heard of sick bastards like you before. You call yourselves gourmets or something, right?" he tried to distract the man as his mind whirled with thoughts of how he could get out. He was sure he was drugged, which meant that the drugs were either receding or spreading. If they were receding he just had to distract the man till he could move his legs again. If it was spreading, he soon wouldn't be able to move at all and he was pretty much screwed.

Unfortunately, he had a feeling it was the latter. The main clue being that his torso was becoming numb. At the very least he could find out what the man wanted. The man let out another creepy chuckle. "You know, when I first heard of the rumours of the kitsune, I was pretty sceptical. But then I saw the photo and one of my informants reported seeing you and saying you smelt like nothing they'd ever smelt before. You obviously aren't a ghoul nor are you a human. What are you?"

The man's eyes turned cold as he looked down on Midori and Midori had to bite back another growl. He chose to remain silent and the man turned and began walking away. The man's form disappeared into the shadows that seemed to surround the cell. From within the shadows the man's voice called out "It does not matter, all that matters is that you please my guests, which I have no doubt you will."

Midori immediately began to search for ways to escape. His animagus form would be able to slip through the bars but he was worried about what would happen if he transformed while drugged. He probably still wouldn't be able to move or maybe the drugs would kill him because while his body would shrink the drugs in his veins wouldn't. And having too much drugs in his small fox body probably wasn't a good idea.

Midori muttered a few choice curse words underneath his breath. Apparating while drugged was not a good idea. He'd heard lots of stories of people severely splinching themselves while apparating because they were intoxicated. He figured being intoxicated and drugged weren't that far apart and wasn't willing to risk losing a limb to find out. This was not how he had imagined things going. Before he could think of any other was to escape he felt the cell begin to shake slightly.

The roof of the cell slowly began to slide away and Midori flinched away from the bright light that poured into the cell. Little bits of dust and dirt rained down on him. When the roof had slid away entirely the floor slowly began to rise. A slight hint of panic hit him; he knew that whatever was waiting for him above wasn't good. He didn't know much about gourmets but what he did wasn't pretty. He might have been slightly calmer if he could move his legs, had his weapons and if the drugs weren't affecting his thoughts.

He still had a headache and it was only getting worse. He could hear the cries and shouts of the crowd and the noise was almost painful to his sensitive ears. The floor shuddered to a halt and Midori found himself in the middle of what appeared to be some kind of arena.

The arena was circular with walls trapping him within it. Above the walls were areas for the spectators to stand and watch. A door sat in the wall and it was slowly beginning to open. Harry stared in curiosity at the figure that emerged. If he had not fought dragons, troll, dark lords and many other terrifying things he might have been scared. What he was feeling was a sinking recognition of the fact that he was no condition to hurt a low level dove, yet alone the monster of a man before him.

He knew he'd have to use magic but he wasn't looking forward to revealing his power to the on looking ghouls. He always used people underestimating him to his advantage. Having people know what he was capable of unsettled him, but if he wanted to get out of this he didn't have much of a choice.

Maybe he could use his magic to burn away the drugs? Mentally hitting himself for not thinking of it sooner he focused of channelling magic into his legs and chest, the latter of which was steadily getting number. He could feel the magic slowly burning away the drugs and while it felt weird he could easily ignore it. Unfortunately it wasn't burning away fast enough and Midori knew it would still be a couple of minutes before he could move properly.

At least the drugs had stopped spreading and his head was starting to clear. The hulk of a man began to approach Midori, the ground shaking with every step he took. The man was at least twice Midori's height and just as wide. His skin was pale and his chest was bare. A red mask covered his face completely and Midori wondered how he could see.

Deciding to attack while there was still distance between them Midori waved his hand and cast a silent and invisible cutting curse. He needed to reserve his magic especially as about half of it was working on burning of the drugs in his veins. Which meant he was limited to using low level spells. Making spells silent and invisible had taken practice and he could do it fairly easily without wasting any energy but using verbal spells would always be easier and less taxing.

The curse flew through the air and slammed into the guy's chest. A large slash appeared on the man's chest and it slowly began to seep blood. Midori swallowed nervously, that curse was strong enough to cut a normal human in half yet it had only scratched the guy.

The masked man stopped and looked down at his chest before letting out an enraged roar and charging at Midori. Midori only had time to cast a shield charm around himself before the man reached him. The man's fist slammed down onto the shield. For a second Midori was scared the shield would shatter but it held, barely.

The man started beating into the shield and it was taking all Midori's energy and focus to keep it up. He knew the shield wouldn't last much longer and he still couldn't move his legs properly. He felt of flash of fear hit him before he shoved it aside; he couldn't afford to be distracted.

He cast a banishing spell that would have sent a normal person flying into the wall but only made them man stumble a few steps back. But that was all Midori needed. Pushing himself up using his arms he flipped till he was standing. His legs shook and threatened to give out beneath him but he bared it.

Taking a deep breath he concentrated. He ignore the fact that the man was once again baring down on him, ignored the noise of the crowd and ignored the numbness in his legs. He'd only attempted to do this a couple of times and they had all ended up with him being severely burnt. Of course his healing had fixed it but it had still hurt.

Slowly flames began to surround his hands and they flickered and swayed. His hands felt hot and sweaty but at least the flames weren't burning him this time. Using his shaky legs he launched himself at the man and twisted over the fist aimed at him. He landed on the man's back and stuck there using a sticking charm. The flames on his hands burnt the man's flesh and Midori's nose crinkled at the rotten smell.

His flames would only act as a distraction and stop the man from instantly trying to rip Midori off him. The man let out a scream as Midori's hands continued to burn him but the flames didn't spread. Midori was just about to sink his fangs into the man's throat and rip out his throat when one of the far walls exploded.

The ghouls watching let out cries of dismay and immediately began to flee. Standing in the smoking ruins of what had once been the wall was a group of doves. He could sense they were powerful and Midori didn't really want to get caught up in another fight. Besides he didn't like how the hunched old man with white hair was staring at him. He instantly allowed the flames to consume the man before unsticking himself and rolling away from the now on fire man.

The flames surrounding his hands flickered out and died and Midori's legs gave out under him, both from the drugs and magical exhaustion. He hadn't done much magic but his reserves hadn't gotten enough time to refill besides that fire spell took a lot out of him. Most of the doves had spread around the room and were taking out the ghouls that hadn't been able to flee.

He wanted the purple haired ghoul to be killed, but knew the ghoul was too smart to not have some sort of escape plan.

Midori's eyes fell on the white haired old man once again. The man was slowly making his way towards him, cutting ghouls down easily as he approached. Midori definitely didn't like the look of the twisted smile on the man's face, nor did he like the crazed look in the man's eyes.

Even though his inner Gryffindor protested he knew escaping was his best option right now. He was in no condition to fight. Most of the drugs were gone now so he guessed he could apparate somewhere but he didn't know where. His apartment had been compromised so he couldn't go back there.

'I know a safe place for you child, let me guide you.' He relaxed slightly at mother's voice. She rarely spoke to him anymore but he knew she did her best to keep an eye on him. She allowed him to fight his own fights though and only ever stepped in if it looked like he wasn't going to make it.

Trusting mother's judgment he disappeared with a loud crack. He was unconscious before he landed.

Chiot is an masculine noun for puppy in French, and will be Tsukiyama's nickname for Harry