HARRY
My feet struggled to hold my weight as I attempted to stand. I fell against a tree to keep myself upright. Then my eyes flickered up towards Ron and Hermione. They were staring at something. I focused in on something a little ways off in the distance. Oh shit, it was the Snatchers. Words were flying around, but my brain couldn't register what anyone was saying. Snape turned his head just enough to see me. He saw me struggling and came to help me stand. Why can't anyone perform an act of kindness without someone seeing it as an opportunity to do something equal in rudeness. Well I guess there's a real life explanation of one of Newtown's laws for you. Scabior jumped in and flattened Snape to the ground. Snape fell on top of me, causing me to moan in pain. One of Scabior's thugs yanked me out from under him and pushed me against the tree I'd been using for support. I was too weak to fight against him. He turned me so that my face was smashed into the trunk. Blood trickled from my nose into my bleeding mouth. He bound my hands and feet with something, a zip-tie maybe. Apparently, wizards use those. Who knew, right? He then spun me around again and shoved me to the ground. I watched Ron fight and protect Hermione. Draco kept insisting that he was Lucius Malfoy's son and demanding to be let go. It wasn't going well. Snape seemed to have forgotten that he could use magic. He was pounding Scabior's face in with his fists, using a strength I didn't know he possessed. At a moment of victory, a split second, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and they began to run. No one chased them. As though they'd vanished into thin air. And then they really did. Draco seemed to have proved that he was a Malfoy. He was standing off to the sides, convincing one of the dumb asses that he had been kidnapped. Why it was so hard, I'll never know. Snape had managed to be victorious in his battle with the head Snatcher. But then I realized Scabior was dead. Threatening tones emanated from Snape's mouth; warnings, actual threats, and directions. The remaining thugs seemed unfazed by this verbal attack. They kicked Snape into the dirt. The one who had bound me with the zip-ties heaved my skinny body over his muscly shoulder. I felt the blood rush to my face as he carried me through the woods. He seemed to have taken charge of the small group. I bounced up and down with each step. I felt like I was going to throw up. I could see absolutely nothing but the man's shirt as my face continually bumped into it. We made to Malfoy Manor eventually. The only reason I knew that was because I heard Narcissa's cries when her son walked through the door, unharmed. I also heard Voldemort whispering with Snape. Lies escaped Snape's lips. They were only to save his own pathetic ass. Okay, maybe that was the slight concussion talking, but the lies didn't help me in anyway shape or form. I was laid down on a table. I kept my eyes closed and slowed my breathing. Pretending to be unconscious was definitely my best bet. Voldemort spoke overtop of me, asking where Ron and Hermione were. Mumbling arose from the Snatchers about apparition and sudden disappearance. Shouting from the Dark Lord followed. I remained still even though I felt like crying. My friends were gone. How was I ever going to get out of here now? Why would they come back for me? Why should they? Someone picked me up again. I was carried swiftly to a room.
"It's me Potter." Snape whispered, putting me into the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting them to the darkness that blanketed the room.
"What the hell just happened?" I said angrily, sitting up and frowning.
"They'll be back Potter. They'd never abandon you. You know that. Now get some actual rest. You won't be getting any for a while as long as you're here." He left, shutting the door behind him.
****Yeah that was kind of a waste of chapter, but I'm just happy I updated finally! Please review and all that jazz. I'll try and update more, but writer's block is a bitch. Especially when you have it all the time.