Harry Potter-Fifth Year Story

Harry Potter- Fifth Year story

Harry became aware of voices around him. He opened his eyes, and the room around him zoomed in and out of focus. "He's awake" Harry heard some one say as his glasses were placed on him. As the room he was in finally became clear, Harry looked up at the faces of Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Standing next to them was Sirius Black. Suddenly Harry remembered the note. "How are you feeling, Harry?" Sirius asked anxiously. " Does your scar hurt?" McGonagall added. " I'm fine… my scar doesn't hurt" Harry answered not quite truthfully. His scar did hurt, just not as much as it had earlier. " What's the time?" He asked desperately. He explained the note. " Very interesting." Dumbledore murmured, obliviously deep in thought, as he stared out the informatory window. "Well, its half past four in the morning" he said turning around. "And if Lord Voldemort came last night, I think we would of heard of it, Harry"

That afternoon Harry walked alone back up to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Quidditch" he said to the fat lady, them climbed through the entrance hole. The common room was empty apart from three people. Fred and George were playing exploding snap on one side of the room. They didn't look like they were paying much attention to the game, and both looked rather preoccupied. The other person in the room was Neville Longbottom. Neville was staring out the window, looking rather nervous, Harry noticed. Harry remembered what Dumbledore had told him the year before, about how Neville's parents were in St. Mungos' Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and didn't even recognize their son. Harry shuddered to himself, feeling sorry for his friend. Having parents who didn't remember you would probably be even worse than having parents that were dead.

Harry realized he had to do something to try and help Ron and Hermione. He decided first to check out the astronomy tower. Voldemort might have sent a death eater there just in case he had shown up at midnight. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak, and headed up there. He touched the door about to push it open when he felt a vaguely familiar tug in his stomach. Harry gasped. A portkey. "Oh no" He moaned as the room he he'd been taken to appeared all around him. Sitting in a chair in front of him was no other than Lord Voldemort.

*Earlier at the Riddle House*

When Ron woke up, the first thing he realized was that he was lying in an old house. The second thing he noticed made him gape in horror. You Know

Who (as he was referred to in Ron's house) was sitting in a chair at the front of the room, twirling his wand in his long and skeletal fingers. His face was bearing an evil smirk "I see you've woken up" he said in a high voice. " Here to join your mudblood friend in the few hours before I kill you" (Ron turned around and saw Hermione, asleep and pale, a few metres behind him)

Voldemort let out a laugh that made the hairs on the back of Ron's head stand on end. "It is to bad your friend, Potter, didn't join us at midnight. Wormtail" a small man looked up, shaking, from the other side of the room

" I suppose you DID turn the portkey on?" Pettigrew answered, his voice trembling. "I'm sure I did, master".

Ron felt worried. What did You Know Who mean? A portkey? Wormtail had set a portkey at Hogwarts? Was Neville, Neville Longbottom who he had known for over four years, working for You Know Who? He glanced at the dark lord. He didn't dare ask any of his questions.

"If you did turn the portkey on, Wormtail, sometime some one will touch it. I wonder who….?" Voldemort pondered. " Weasley!" He said loudly. "What night do the Gryffindor fifth years have astronomy?" Ron didn't answer, unwilling to help Voldemort in any way. "Not answering?" Said Voldemort cruelly. " That wont do… CRUCIO!" The Dark Lord cried. Ron felt an almost unbearable pain go through his body…it was worse than Ron had ever imagined it would be…. He didn't think he could take for much longer…. he tried not to cry out… At last Voldemort lifted the curse. His whole body ached. " I'll ask you once mo…" Voldemort stopped talking. The door to the room was opening. In walked Serverus Snape. Ron groaned to himself. The last person he wanted to see.

Snape looked nervous. " Master…I realize that leaving your side was very stupid of me. Now I would be honored to be given the privilege of rejoining your side…" his voice trailed off.

"Do you under estimate me, Serverus? Do you under estimate my knowledge?" Voldemort said in a dangerously soft voice. "N-n-no" Snape stammered. Ron felt a bit surprised. He had never heard his most hated teacher stammer before.

"Liar. You come as a spy for that old fool, Dumbledore. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort cried. Ron's eyes were blinded for a second by the flash of green light.

When the light disappeared, Ron saw Snape lying sprawled on the floor. Dead. Someone gasped behind him. Hermione was also awake now, staring at the body of their former potions master. Out of the four people in the room, the Dark Lord was the only one smiling.

Voldemort spoke "Now where was I ?" as though nothing had just happened. "Yes – Weasley!" Then he stopped speaking once again. This time it was because, it the room, there had appeared no other than Harry Potter. "Harry!" Ron gasped. Hermione heard Harry whisper "Oh no" under his breathe, as his face paled staring at Lord Voldemort.

*Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts*

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black stood in Dumbledore's office. " So is it agreed?" The old wizard asked. Remus and Sirius nodded. "We will tell him the truth at the end of the month." Sirius said, rather reluctantly, it seemed to Remus.

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Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to the genius JK Rowling.

A/N: I'm going to change the title to 'Harry Potter and the Capture' when I get the next part out (probably in about 3 days). Thanks to Lavender and colie who gave me the idea. No Flames, but please R/R!