A/N: Yes, I am cruel and a horrible person. I am profusely sorry for the 2 month wait for an update. Real Life got in the way, coupled with writers block and just plain laziness. Hopefully this story will be over in about 2 or 3 more chapters. Hope you enjoy.

Just a quick thank you to all my reviewers! You guys are amazing and overly patient with me. I am dedicating this chapter to my loyal readers and my new ones!

Four weeks. It had been four weeks since he had been abducted by Fudge. Harry was going out of his mind. He had been doing simple work since he was taken to Fudge's home; small chores such as fetching tea, making small lunches, and other menial tasks for his new 'Master', as the Minister had taken to calling himself. Harry had wondered, for nearly the first two weeks, why Dumbledore didn't just come to the Minister's house and get him out. He found out the answer when he asked Mad-Eye, who had been around the house a few times.

"Why hasn't Dumbledore just come here and rescued me?" Harry's question seemed to hardly surprise the older man. Mad-Eye just looked at him and Harry understood from his expression that he'd been waiting for this question.

"This is not the Minister's main house. Fudge has this house unplottable. No one can access it but him and those who he gives permission to. No one but the Minister and I know you're here. Dumbledore knows who you're with, but not where you are. You're stuck." Moody's explanation was brief and honest. It didn't make Harry feel better at all.

"Thanks Moody. That's real reassuring! Makes me feel loads better." Harry's voice was sarcastic and cutting. Moody just nodded his head and left the bedroom they had taken refuge in. Mad-Eye understood the man's frustration and anger. Here Harry was, held captive by a man he hates and kept away from his son. He just hoped the boy didn't do anything drastic.

Harry sat and watched the house elves prepare dinner for that night. In his mind, he was thinking of ways to escape. He couldn't run away because one, he didn't know where he was, and two, he'd need magic to apparate and Fudge would just track him down again. The only other option was to get Dumbledore to realize where he was. He'd have to die for that though.

"Moody….you have to do me a favor." Harry's voice was quiet and resolute. By that tone, Moody knew there was no way he would like this 'favor'.

"What, boy? What favor must I do for you?" Moody had meant to sound gentler, but the older man knew his voice was gruff and unsympathetic. Harry looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"Mad-Eye…you have to kill me. You have to!" Harry practically yelled at Moody's violent shaking of his head. "It's the only way and you know it. If I just suddenly appear again, the wizarding public is going to want me thrown in jail for being the next dark lord and you know it! If it comes out that the Minister of Magic himself was holding Harry Potter, Savior and Next Dark Lord, prisoner against his will….well….that would certainly open some eyes as to what their precious Minster was doing." Harry got quiet for a moment and simply looked at the older man. Harry continued, quieter and more solemn than before. "Moody…Alastor…Something has to come of this. If I can get back to Teddy and get Fudge out of office at the same time…that'd be perfect! We have to do this!" Moody seemed to think this over and then the older man took a deep breath and spoke.

"Fine….but we do it on my terms! We need to do it soon…as in tonight. We can't let Fudge get wind of this. CONSTANT VIGILLENCE! I can't believe I'm saying this, but we'll bleed you out until you die. Then I'll heal the wounds and give you a blood replenishing potion. You better hope it works or else you're dead. As in, dead for good. You've thought about this right Harry? About what'll happen if this doesn't work? What about Teddy? And that man who was so fond of you?" Moody's words brought a painful look to Harry's green eyes and he regretted them immediately. Who was he to question this young man's motives and thoughts? "Never mind. I'm sure you've thought all this through. Just be ready tonight.

"I will. Believe me; I'm ready to get out of this house!" Harry tried to give an encouraging grin and failed. Moody just waved and walked out, mildly dreading what was to come that night.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore was slumped over his desk, fast asleep. Fawkes, the beautiful Phoenix, was on his perch silently watching his companion and thinking to himself that the old man was going to have such the sore neck when he awoke. All-in-all, a normal night's occurrence.

The calm was broken however, by a loud, obnoxious siren. It was coming from a small crystal not two inches from the headmasters head. Dumbledore jerked up suddenly, staring at the small crystal in fear. He had charmed that crystal only to go off should Harry Potter's heart stop beating.

"Sh-show me, lemon drops." He whispered the password brokenly and watched as small, white numbers appeared in the air before him. He memorized those points quickly and rushed his way out of Hogwarts, dropping the crystal to the ground and missing the light, tinkling sound as it broke into 4 pieces. Albus Dumbledore was on a mission to find the body of the man that saved them all.

Moody watched as the boy's life-blood flowed quickly from the pale, magically cut wrists. It went against his nature to stand there and watch as the young man slowly died in front of him, and not do anything to help.

"This doesn't hurt as much as you would think." Harry's voice was weak and faded off softly at the end of his sentence. "It's like falling asleep…" Harry was little more than a ghost now and Moody could tell the moment he died. His eyes slid closed and his chest stopped moving. He went into action immediately after, magically sealing his wrists and force feeding Harry a blood replenishing potion. He started CPR right away, falling into a rhythm. After nearly a minute (thought it seemed much longer to Moody), that Harry's chest rose suddenly and a violent cough erupted from the young man's chest. He sat back and watched as his charge began breathing again and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come Alastor, let's take him home." Albus' voice behind him nearly gave Moody a heart attack, but the grizzled man gave a nod of ascent when he got his wits about him. With Albus levitating Harry in front of them, the trio left the house out the front door and apparated away.

A/N: OMG! An update! Again, apologies for the long wait. I hope no one is disappointed. I like how this turned out.

P.S. If anyone finds anything that doesn't fit, please tell me. I may have forgotten something from a previous chapter and didn't realize it. Just let me know.