Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter. I will never own Harry Potter. I am just a random nobody using someone else's characters in random settings on a fan-made website. Not making any money, just for pleasure. Read, review, criticize, all cool. But maintain civility. Now, enough of that. Let's get going.
Sirius had been looking forward to this vacation for a long time. He was in Fiji with his family for two weeks and planned on making the best of it. Sirius Black was the head of the Black family; a former British hit-wizard who had survived a 12-year undeserved stay on what was literally the true definition of Hell on Earth.
Shortly after the war with Voldemort ended, he married his former fiancé Amelia Bones. Although they didn't have children of their own, the two were happily blessed with Harry and Susan.
Sirius, or "Survivor Sirius" as he was sometimes called by many, had a love of the outdoors and travelling to Fiji was one experience that he wanted to have with his family and add to his already long list of travelled destinations.
His companion for many of those trips was his godson, Harry, now 19. Sirius, while absent from his life for the majority of it, taught his godson everything he knew about life, fighting, women and survival. Little did Harry know that he was going to need every bit of that knowledge for the series of events that were about to unfold.
Harry was your typical 19-year-old. He'd inherited his parents' good looks and his father's charms with the opposite sex. He was equally adept with a wand as he was on the top of his broom. He stood 5'11'' with a solid frame, raven hair, emerald eyes and dimples that every woman he met loved.
After Sirius and Amelia got married, her niece Susan also moved in with them. Deviating from her aunt's footsteps, Susan had taken to following the path of an aspiring healer. Susan had dreamed about being a healer since she was little and was every bit as strong-willed as her aunt. She was as attractive as she was determined and just enough of the "girl next door type" that far too many boys and men fell into the trap of thinking they had a shot with her. Susan was 5'7 with crimson hair, grey eyes and a killer smile.
Susan also took after her aunt Amelia who was a mature version of her niece. The Bones' genes were prominent in both the redheads, which was apparent from their more than generous busts. Amelia was the head of the British Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a fierce and independent woman. She was a big reason why Susan was inspired to choose her own path and wanted to be a healer.
The foursome was enjoying itself in Fiji, taking a much-needed break from their usually hectic lives back in Wizarding Britain. They'd taken a river safari, had gone kayaking and even spent a few days relaxing on the beach, even if Sirius and Harry did complain at times of going stir crazy.
The trip took a dramatic turn at the end of the first week of vacation. Sirius and Amelia had decided to do some shopping while Harry and Susan signed up for a day of snorkelling.
Harry and Susan walked down the dock, excited for another day in paradise. They saw the sign for their boat and a group of equally excited tourists. Everything started as you would normally expect. One of the crew members welcomed everyone onboard, gave an overview of where they'd be snorkelling and a review of the procedures. Once he finished, refreshments were passed around and with the simple sip from a cup, Harry and Susan's lives changed forever. Within minutes of drinking the seemingly innocent juice, their world went dark.
Sirius and Amelia returned from a day of shopping, having had an exceptionally good time. Sirius barely mentioned the fact that he was shopping and not snorkelling. They returned to their room and shared a long, slow shower together. Tasting, touching and pleasuring one another while the water fell over their bodies. They were going to meet the kids for dinner at one of the many restaurants at the resort and had time for a little lovely time.
Amelia cooed as her husband lifted her off her feet. "Ooooh Sirius!" she hissed with excitement as he pressed her against the tiled wall in the shower, her legs around his waist as his cock slid inside her.
Sirius smiled and kissed his wife. He kissed her lips, nipped at her neck and sucked her breasts. "Mmmm Amelia, you're a dream!" he grunted as he thrust deep inside his wife's wet pussy.
Amelia clutched his body as she thrust back, husband and wife fucked in the shower without a care in the world. The falling water becoming background noise like the rolling waves outside. Sirius pumped in and out of his wife's hungry pussy, holding his cock inside her for a moment before restarting his thrusts.
They kissed like long-lost lovers, their hands grabbing at each other as they ground together. Finally, their passion reached its crescendo and Sirius jerked inside his wife as his orgasm washed through his body.
Amelia groaned with desire as her husband started to cum, her pussy squeezed his cock as his thrusts continued, her body pressing against his as she unleashed her own orgasm.
Sirius and Amelia groaned together in the shower as they bucked together, coming down from their sexual highs.
Afterwards, they dressed in their room. Sirius smiled as he smelled his wife's perfume in the room. He walked out of their room and went across the hall, knocking on the door for his godson and niece. "Harry... Susan?... you two ready?" he asked.
No answer.
Sirius tried again, "HARRY! SUSAN! you better not be sleeping!"
No answer.
Sirius sighed in frustration. He checked his watch. The reservation was for 10 minutes from now and he hated being late for anything. He walked back into his room to grab the key card.
"What's the matter?" Amelia asked. Sirius snorted his response, "The two are taking their sweet time getting ready" he said as he strode back out of the room.
Sirius slipped the key card into the door and walked into the room. "Harry! Susan! Let's go!"
As he walked inside, Sirius realized why the two weren't answering him, they weren't there. Two single beds, both made up, making it clear that the two hadn't been here since the morning. He left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Would you believe this? They aren't even back yet!" he exclaimed as he closed the door to their own room.
Amelia sighed; Sirius was known to get like this at times. "Relax honey, we're in Fiji, we're in paradise. The kids will meet us at the table; they know where we're eating. And if they're too late then we get to have dinner just the two of us, would that be so bad?" she asked.
Sirius grunted, "No..." He said as he took his wife's arm and led her downstairs.
Sirius and Amelia returned two hours later. They had a great dinner but ate by themselves. "They better have a good explanation," Sirius muttered.
He opened their door and walked in, stepping into the bathroom. Half a second later his wife shrieked, "SIRIUS! COME HERE... NOW!"
Within seconds he was at his wife's side and saw the cause for her alarm.
On the bed was a letter, "We have your kids. If you love them you will pay for their safe return." which was written in red ink.
The next few hours were a blur for the now worried couple. Within the hour they'd called the authorities and learned they weren't the only ones. There were 15 kidnap victims, all of whom had signed up for a snorkelling trip the resort now said it never authorized.
Harry woke up groggy and confused. The last thing he remembered was that he was on the boat about to go snorkelling with Susan. Now he was in a small room with her. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed. He checked his person and to his shock, found that he didn't have any belongings apart from the clothes he was wearing.
He stood up and walked over to Susan, she was breathing but still under the effects of the same drug that had knocked him out. He checked her pockets and found that she had her belongings taken away as well. Susan woke up soon after; she looked up and saw Harry.
"Harry, what's going on? Where are we?" she asked.
Harry shook his head, "No idea. But I don't have a good feeling about this. We don't even have our wands. They must have taken them away while we were out of it."
Susan didn't respond. She didn't have to. The drugging and the fact they were in a room without a window that had a thick door was all she needed to know.
Susan, like Harry, was still able to function. Having lived through a war, this was nothing new for the two. The two scanned the room, looking for any weakness before succumbing to temporary defeat.
"Should we try to apparate?" Susan asked nervously.
"We don't have our wands, Susan. But I think we should try. I believe the beach would be the shortest distance possible, given we went to the sea."
Susan nodded.
"Come on, grab my arm," Harry held his right arm out and Susan wasted no time.
"Ready?"
Susan nodded as Harry took a deep breath and tried to apparate, only for nothing to happen.
"Shit! As I feared. We're too far away from the beach. Apparating without a wand is impossible."
Susan sat back down on the bed, "What are we going to do Harry?" she asked, exasperated. Signs the situation was starting to sink in flashed across her face. Harry sat down beside Susan; he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her softly.
"Fuck I don't know Susan. But we're going to make it, we're going to survive, I can feel it in my gut," he said.
Harry only half-believed what he was saying. While he was trying to remain calm on the outside, his heart was pumping a mile a minute on the inside.
The duo didn't hear from anyone until the next day, or what they assumed was the next day. They woke up to find bread, cheese and water on the floor by the door with a note.
Susan woke up first and wasted no time shaking Harry awake. "Harry... Harry... Harry... wake up" she said.
Harry groaned as he woke up, "I'm up... I'm up" he said half convincingly.
"Look," Susan said, as she pointed to the food and the note. She got up and brought it over to the bed. As she tore into the bread and cheese, Harry read the letter.
"You have been kidnapped; if your family loves you then you will see them again."
Harry read the note two times before he read it aloud to Susan. She stopped eating immediately and looked at him. At that time, the two held each other as they wondered what their future held in store.
Over the next two days, Harry and Susan learned they weren't the only ones. They saw one of their kidnappers only once but they covered their face. Susan took that to be a good sign, if they were to see their face, it would indicate their captors had no intention of letting them go.
A day later they heard a commotion in the hall. Harry pressed his ear to the door as he listened to see if he could tell what was going on outside. From what he could tell, one of the other victims was having some sort of medical problem. After a while, everything quieted down outside and everything returned to "normal."
Harry sat down and it was clear he was thinking. "What's on your mind?" Susan asked.
Harry looked over at her, "We've been here at least 3-4 days and not once have we been taken out of this room. As far as we know, no one has. We haven't seen any of the other victims, we just know they're here somewhere." he said.
Susan sat beside him, "Yeah so?"
Harry smiled, "So, the only time someone left a room that we know of was 10 minutes ago when they screamed for a doctor. Why don't we do the same? Only once we're out, we'll have to make a break for it. If only we had our wands."
Susan rolled her eyes. "That sounds like a stupid, dangerous idea. What about auntie and Uncle Sirius? You don't think they're trying to get us back? You want to screw that up?"
Harry leaned in closer to her, "We don't know they'll be successful, who knows what they know. If we've got a chance, we've got to take it."
Susan paused and looked at the door. Finally, she looked up at Harry, "If we're still here in two days, we'll try," she said.
Two days passed with little action. They didn't see or hear from their captors at all. Harry and Susan barely slept that night, anxious to carry out the plan they'd agreed upon days before.
Susan looked over at Harry, "Okay, we'll wait until they deliver the food and then I'll start to yell. I'll tell them you've gone into diabetic shock. Hopefully, they won't notice we haven't asked for sugar until now. The shock of it all will be enough. Then when the time is right, I'll give you the signal and we'll make our move. Ok?" she asked.
Harry nodded, "Yeah."
About 30 minutes later their food arrived. They could hear the scraping of shoes against the floor. Susan sprang into action.
"HELP! HELP! IT'S MY BROTHER! HE'S DIABETIC! HELP! WE NEED HELP! PLEASE PLEASE! HE'S GOING INTO DIABETIC SHOCK!"
Within seconds the door opened and two of their captors appeared in the doorway.
Susan screamed again, pointing to the floor where Harry lay.
"IT'S MY BROTHER! HE'S DIABETIC! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP HIM! HE CAN'T DIE!"
The two men scooped down and picked Harry up, Susan followed behind. "HE'S DIABETIC! He needs sugar! Hard candy! ANYTHING!" she screamed.
Susan followed the two captors as they carried her brother. No one else had come to help, either help was on the way or they hadn't been alerted yet. They stopped at a stairway, one of the kidnappers talked to the other.
"We'll take him to the observation room and get the candy then you watch the girl."
While they stood there Susan got nervous, she couldn't think of a better time, so she gave the trigger phrase.
"Oh Harry, don't die, please don't die!" she pleaded.
With that, Harry's limp body instantly became rigid as he shook free from his captors. They were so surprised he fell to the floor. Before they knew what hit them, Susan hit one over the head with a lamp while Harry grabbed the other and ran him headfirst into the wall.
Harry looked up at her, his chest heaving. "Let's pull them into this room, Susan, help will be here soon."
Once they dumped the limp bodies in the spare room, they closed it and locked it. Harry grabbed her hand as they started to navigate their way through what appeared to be an old villa. Within 30 seconds, a bell sounded and they knew they'd been found out. While still holding hands they broke into a run, making it outside.
They spotted a group of boats at the pier and immediately headed for them. They could hear people screaming and dogs barking in the background.
They made it down to the dock and jumped into the first boat they saw, a Cobalt 323 speedboat.
Susan was frantic as Harry searched desperately for the keys.
"Harry hurry! They're coming!" she screamed.
Harry located the glove box and pulled out the key. He inserted it and the boat roared to life. They barely had time to untie the boat before a gunshot shattered the glass beside Harry's head. The boat sped away from the pier with their captors now in hot pursuit.
"Drive Harry drive!" Susan yelled.
Susan stood beside Harry, clutching him as he drove. The sky had turned dark, matching their mood as they sped away from their kidnappers. The rain started to pour as another gunshot rang out, then another.
The rain picked up in intensity as their captors chased them, the island where they had been held captive on now far off in the distance.
Lightning cracked overhead, so loud they couldn't even hear the gunshots when (or if) they sounded. Harry and Susan could barely see the other boat, the rain was coming down so hard, but they could sense it.
The chase finally ended when another bullet hit the boat and its engine.
Harry turned the boat off immediately. For a while all they could hear was the rain, all they could see was each other. They waited and waited, expecting to be found, to be captured and maybe even shot but it didn't happen. After a while, the engine started to smoke.
"We've got to get off this boat, it isn't safe Susan," Harry said.
Susan looked at him, the boat and then the ocean. Neither the boat nor the ocean was particularly safe, but Harry was right, they had to go.
Harry disappeared into the cabin on the boat. "What are you doing?" she asked.
He looked at her, "There's a dinghy up above, pull the cord and let it inflate. I'm going to gather as much as I can down here and I'll join you in a moment."
Susan raced back up into the rain and found the dinghy, she inflated it and within moments Harry appeared with a bag full of whatever was down below. He disappeared for a moment then reappeared with some pillows that were immediately soaked in the rain.
The two jumped into the dinghy and pushed off from the boat. As they floated away from the speedboat the smoke from the engine grew and grew until it became very dark and finally culminated with a large explosion.
Everything became very quiet after that. Harry and Susan sat huddled together, Harry's arm around her as the waves carried them away into the great beyond.
Harry and Susan actually lucked out soon after the speedboat exploded. Their captors, thinking they went down with the boat, had left and the rain started to subside, the waves with it.
The two floated for days, letting the current take them where it pleased. They were hungry and sunburned when Susan spotted land. She grabbed his arm, "Harry look!" she exclaimed.
Harry saw the land Susan was pointing at and the two immediately began to frantically paddle their way to safety. They summoned all their strength and were helped by the wind which Harry somehow managed to whip up wandlessly with a weak banisher just as they began to tire. When they were close enough, Harry jumped from the dinghy and began to swim, tugging Susan and the dinghy slowly behind him.
Finally, with their muscles screaming, Harry, Susan, and the dinghy with their meagre belongings collapsed on the sand, exhausted.
Harry and Susan's escape was a bad omen for the kidnappers. Two days after their escape, they made a mistake while making a ransom demand which led to their eventual demise. While the authorities talked with the kidnap victims, they also did their best to console Sirius and Amelia Black. The story was the same for all victims. Harry and Susan made an escape attempt and died. Even the kidnappers said it was true.
Despite the overwhelming evidence staring them in the face, a search crew was still sent out to look for the pair. Whether it was a rescue or a recovery crew, no one quite knew.
Two days later, the crew reported back with news of the carnage of the boat that Harry and Susan had escaped on. The crew also said that even if the two had somehow managed to survive the explosion, it was unlikely that anyone could survive the treacherous waters ahead. The Blacks were informed that no one went ahead in those waters and that it was restricted for ships and vessels to take that route as the sea was very hard to traverse. Numerous aircraft and vessels had drowned in the past, with radars stopping to work and no radio signals were detected in the area.
Not giving up, Sirius and Amelia took one boat and went as far as they could in the direction of where the explosion took place. They were petrified to see the weather and treacherous sea up ahead. Normally strong-willed, the couple was at a loss of what to do to go against such a force of nature and how even their magic was of no use in traversing the ocean ahead.
On the island, Harry and Susan tried to make the best out of their new surroundings. They didn't know where they were taken originally and where the ocean had taken them after their escape. They hauled the dinghy up onto the beach and after making a large S.O.S. sign on the beach, the two began searching for food and shelter.
Harry with his survival skills took the lead. He built a lean-to over the dinghy which served as their mattress. For food, they started by feasting on some of the fruits and vegetables they were able to find on the island before Harry was able to make a crude fishing net. It took some time, but with his wandless magic, he was able to catch some fish.
The first two fishes went to Susan. She objected, wanting to share but he insisted.
They were still in the clothes they wore when they were kidnapped. Susan in her cotton board shorts which covered up her bikini bottoms and a matching top, Harry in a pair of swim trunks and tank top. They had spent a lot of time in the sun while in the dinghy and tried to limit it as best they could. This time Susan took the lead, increasing their intake of vitamin C, which wasn't hard with the mango and papaya on the island.
On one particularly hot day, Harry and Susan were in the shade, lying down and chatting. Susan was curled up beside him, her arm draped over his chest, his arm protectively around her, holding her close.
"It's weird, I know I should be scared but I'm not," Susan said.
Harry chuckled, "I know what you mean. After being kidnapped and chased, getting stuck on a tropical island isn't so bad."
Susan looked up at him, "We're going to be rescued, I know it. Auntie and Uncle Sirius won't rest until they find us."
The two had come to enjoy their chats in the shade. The topic often had a doom and gloom element to it but they had grown even closer than they already were since this ordeal started that the mere presence of the other was enough.
A few days later Susan was on the beach, going for a swim. They had a fire set up beside their S.O.S. sign and were trying to make as much smoke as possible. Harry was intent on building a better shelter and decided to take a break. As he looked out onto the beach he saw Susan, wearing her bikini.
She was a very attractive woman. Every guy knew it, and so did Harry. He might be her so-called brother but he wasn't blind. As he stood watching her now, he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. The way she moved, her breasts, oh those breasts, her legs, her ass, oh that ass. Susan never had a lot of boyfriends, something else was always more important, but as he looked at her now, he realized she could have had any guy she wanted.
To be continued…