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Harry glared at Dumbledore. When the man had given him back his journal, he hadn't been all too surprised, despite how everyone else was. In fact, he had kind of expected it to happen at some point, especially since Ron was obviously doing nothing to get it away from him.

But when Dumbledore's curse did not lift the moment he handed over Harry's book, Harry knew that the man had more of his possessions within his control and Harry very blatantly asked where the rest of it was. And when the man did not respond, Harry pointed out in front of the entire student body, that until Dumbledore returned everyone that he had taken from Harry, he would remain as he was. In pain.

And it was like a giant wave had run through the Great Hall that morning. A considerable amount of the school had always looked up to Dumbledore for how he was and everything he had managed to accomplish during his life. Now they were getting the idea that the man wasn't as Light and generous as he tried to make them believe. Harry couldn't help but feel that it was about bloody time!

He hadn't wanted to use the book to reveal Dumbledore's true self, he'd been hoping that Dumbledore would be foolish enough to act out on his own, and in a way, he was. Harry simply wanted his book back, because he would need it for a grade at the end of term. Dumbledore had exacerbated the situation by proving that he had stolen more than just the book from Harry.

Harry flipped through the pages, finding little golden stars beside his 'predictions'. He'd assumed that they meant they had come true. All of them were marked as such, which was how he guessed.

His eyes landed on the prediction about Snape creating the cure for the Cruciatus Curse. It had been one of his better decision in regards to the journal. He wanted to do better things, but it would certainly take time and consideration to make sure that he wasn't overdoing anything.

Harry wanted to help. But what if he ended up helping too much?

DEATH EATERS CAUGHT IN THE ACT!

On Monday morning, a large group of men who were enrobed in black cloaks, were found standing in the corridors of the Department of Mysteries. When the Aurors confronted them, they attempted to make an escape, only to find that they had been prevented from leaving the area by an unknown spell and that they weren't able to cast any magic with their wands.

Among the group of men, were the Lords of Houses Malfoy, Rosier, Crabbe, Goyle, Ingus, Parkinson, Nott, Carrow, Higgs, Rookwood, Flint, Pucey, Manilla, Garvey, Selwyn, Macnair, Goldstein, Mulciber, Avery, Rowle, and Davis.

Only Lord Crabbe was willing to part with information about why they were there. According to the man, the Dark Lord had ordered them to guard the corridor while he retrieved something from the Hall of Prophecy. When said Hall was searched thoroughly, no one, not even a magical signature, could be found.

At present, the rest of the Lords are pleading innocent, and claimed to have been under the Imperius Curse.

More about the situation will be released in the next edition of the Prophet.

For more on the various Lords, see pages 4-6.

Harry snorted, because Voldemort's plan to get the Death Eaters caught, had basically been to take them to the Ministry and then abandon them there. The great, Slytherin Lord couldn't even come up with a more original plan.

Harry found it hilarious because Voldemort was supposed to be one of the greatest minds to have never been born in Britain, and yet the best plan he could come up with was just abandoning his followers in a building. Distantly, Harry wonder if Sirius was getting as much of a kick out of the situation as he was.

"Blimey!" Ron hissed. "They actually got caught! Mate, did you have something to do with this?"

"No, but it's great anyway!"

The fact that Voldemort had actually gone through with Sirius' requirement for him to be allowed to court Harry, was hilarious and also kind of touching. It proved that he was actually taking the entire situation seriously, and hadn't just decided to do what he wanted to just because he was a Dark Lord that could squash Sirius any day.

And Harry was just a little flattered that Voldemort would actually go to the trouble of wanting to get to know him.

Voldemort had been minding his own business, contemplating his actions for the future and how exactly he was going to go about changing magical Britain for the better, when a familiar landed on his desk.

Like any other person, he was slightly confused. Probably not for the same reason others would be, but still confused. He did not know why Harry had sent him a letter when he could have just picked up the Two-Way Mirror and spoken to him that way.

However, Voldemort wasn't going to ignore anything that was sent by his soulmate, so he held his hand out patiently, waiting for the owl to drop the letter.

What was inside, however was not a letter from Harry.

Riddle,

I don't know what happened, but I just had to get a letter from Snape of all people, telling me that someone has kidnapped my godson from Hogsmeade.

Dumbledore has elected to do absolutely nothing about the situation, and all of Harry's friends are trying to sneak out of the school in order to try to find him.

Whoever took him, is holding him for ransom. They want a lot of money, that I surely have, but I don't really want to pay. On top of that, they might force Harry to use his strange book to make predictions for them.

I'm not particularly good at any kind of scrying magics, and I wanted to ask if you could help me.

You have no idea the amount of pride that I am putting on the line for this. But my godson's life is much more important than my pride, which is why I'm going to you for help. Obviously, you should know how to find somebody that does not wish to be found.

I don't care how it's done, I don't care what you do. You either find Harry for me, and tell me where he is, or you go and get him yourself and do whatever the hell you have to in order to get him home.

As Dumbledore prefers to let the Aurors handle the situation, we both know that nothing is going to be done immediately. Harry has never been in this kind of situation before. You simply wanted to kill him at the time, we don't know what these men plan to do to him while they're holding him hostage.

All Hermione could tell me through Harry's Two-Way Mirror, was that the men had thick, Irish accents. I don't know if it means anything to you, but I felt that I should share it anyway.

Sirius Black III, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Voldemort looked away from the letter and was unable to stop his hand from clenching around it, crinkling the parchment. Someone had stolen his soulmate, and was doing who-knows-what to the boy. On top of that, what kind of horrible things could they force him to do with the strange power of His? And finally, they touched him!

Voldemort knew that Harry was still alive, otherwise he would have felt his death.

But just because they hadn't killed him did not mean that they weren't planning to. The prospect of this made Voldemort even more unhappy, and the former Dark Lord took up his wand, and begin to cast a very Dark, borderline Blacke, spell.

It was a particular spell that would take him to his Horcruxes. The creations themselves were considered abominations of nature, so of course any spell related to them would also be considered as such. It was at that moment, that he felt incredibly lucky that Harry Potter was his Horcrux still. The only one left. That little piece of soul that resided within the boy, kept them linked and would allow Voldemort to find his soulmate.

They took his wand. They took his notebook. They took anything that they thought was of importance to him. Including the Two-Way Mirror that he had gotten from Voldemort.

Harry was very unhappy with the situation. He'd only been kidnapped once before, and he had to say that he would have preferred if this had been also like that. At least he was allowed to keep his shoes when Voldemort kidnapped him!

It was as if they thought that he was some major powerhouse, and had to remove every kind of thing they could find in order to prevent him from retaliating.

While it was a smart plan, what the bloody hell was he going to be able to do with shoes? Was he going to beat them to death with the shoes? It wasn't like they were high heels. It wasn't like he could probably stab one of them through with a very thin heel. They were the average trainers that every other student had.

Harry was certain that he had been kidnapped because of the journal. A lot of people assumed that the power lied within the journal itself, just like Dumbledore had. Harry did not know how it only worked for him, but he was very grateful that it did.

He'd expected someone to try to steal the journal, but not him along with it. And if he thought more about it, he was pleased with the knowledge that if they wrote something in it, nothing would happen. Of course when they found that out, they might try to come and force him to write something for them. That meant that Harry would have to look for a way out before they realized their folly.

Harry had never written with anything except ink. Although the inks he had used had been from ballpoint pen, and it quill. Still, he wanted to test if he could write in anything and not just ink.

And Harry was willing to do anything to get out of this situation. Including using his own blood to do so.

Raising his bound hands to his face, Harry begin to chew very carefully on the pad of his index finger. Eventually, he managed to pierce the skin, and a slight burning sensation followed the action.

Squeezing the digit with the fingers of his other hand, he was able to squeeze out a generous amount of blood.

Looking at the floor, Harry gave a shrug, and set to writing.

Harry James Potter shall be freed do to the foolishness of his captors, and he shall

regain his possessions, and take the control back from his kidnappers.

Harry James Potter shall then succeed in single-handedly defeating his opponents,

and taking them to the Ministry to face legal proceedings.

He ended up having to use all the fingers on his right hand and one of the fingers on his left hand.

Just as he finished, a strange sensation overcame him. As if his entire body was tingling from the after effects of getting electrocuted from a socket. He had once foolishly put his finger in one just to see what would happen, he knew the feeling very well.

It was then that Harry's bindings, which had been done with rope, fell apart. And Harry realized, even as his body began to move without him controlling it, that he was under the control of the prediction that he had made.

He didn't know that this was what it was like. It was very weird and uncomfortable.

This meant that he wasn't just making things happen, he was by extension, controlling people from a distance. And as his body somehow moved the entire door from its hinges, Harry began to feel a little guilty.

It was like he was casting a mass Imperius Curse on all of Great Britain. Did those people even understand what was happening to them? Or did they really think that he was just seeing future events, and writing about them?

Harry also knew that he could not let anybody else know this. If people found out that he was essentially forcing them to do his bidding, all hell would break loose.

Maybe whatever the ability was wasn't good after all. Maybe he should stop using it altogether.

He couldn't concentrate on that at the moment though, because his body was already disarming his opponents without struggle.

Only when his enemies were finished off, and he was finally free to move around, did Harry stop to consider everything in full. Or at least, he would have had Voldemort of all people not appeared beside him.

And the man looked angry.

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