N/A: Okay! Finally, chapter two for this story. It is really short, I know, but I had to end it before I started into the next chapter! Please R/R!



Chapter 2

1 The Scroll

What Harry saw next brought fear to him. On the driveway his Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley laid dead, a look of horror upon their faces. The man walked pasted them, not even looking. He was looking ahead, not even reacting when Harry tried to struggle or made any movement at all. Harry closed his eyes so tight that he was just seeing stars, hoping this was just a horrible nightmare and he was going to wake up soon.

The man stopped and Harry opened his eyes to see where the mysterious kidnapper had taken him. There were cats all over the front lawn and a dusty old car in the driveway. Harry recognized it as one house.

Mrs. Figg's house.

Mrs. Figg was a crazy old woman that Harry was always left with when the Dursley's did *family things* which, of course, didn't include Harry. She collected cats and made Harry look at their pictures while she explained the whole cat's history. Harry hated her house; it was a living nightmare.

"Ah yes, our last stop for the night," the man said as he walked to the doorsteps. He let go of Harry with one arm and took out a stick-like- object. Harry knew what the stick-like-object was, but he didn't. It was like waking up from a dream and not knowing what is real and what isn't. It was all too confusing.

Harry only then realized that he had a chance to excape from the man's grasp. For the man wasn't blocking his right with his arm anymore, Harry could slip right through. He was just about to do this but them suddenly he stopped. Harry looked back to the stick-like-object and gave a shudder. He had a feeling that the stick would be able to bring him right back to the man, to control his every move.

The man lifted the stick to the doorknob and spoke the same words that made his cupboard open. Harry didn't know what this strange power was but it was growing inside of him, he could feel it. He knew only one word that could describe it. Magic.

The door flew open and the man stepped inside as if it was his own. He looked around and took yet another step. That was when Harry saw her.

Mrs. Figg was in her kitchen, standing on her tiptoes. Her face was in a cupboard as she took out a can of beans and placed it into a small paper bag. She had a look of horror on her face as she was packing, muttering words to herself.

"Ah, Arabella. We meet again at last," Harry's kidnapper said, clutching Harry even more tightly in his grasp. Mrs. Figg turned from her packing as she heard his voice and dropped a can of peas to the floor. She stared at the man and then looked at Harry, her eyes getting bigger. Fear covered every part of her face now. She looked up at the man in disgust.

"You." she started but the man whispered a few words that made Harry give a small wince of pain. Mrs. Figg stopped her full attention back on Harry. Her eyes only showed worry.

"Now, I want what I came for," The kidnapper said. Mrs. Figg looked up to him and placed a hand in her pocket. She pulled out a scroll and the man took another step closer, his eyes fixed upon it.

"I will only give it to you if you let the boy go," Mrs. Figg said, taking a step of uncertainty backwards. The man stopped, his eye's flickering back up to Mrs. Figg.

"You are pushing it. This is the way we are going to do it. You give me the scroll and I won't kill the boy," The man said. Mrs. Figg looked down at Harry and smacked her lips.

"Let Harry go! What did he ever do to you?" She yelled, giving the man a look of pure loath. The man glared at her and then murmured a spell that made cry out in pain, his whole heart feeling as if it was about to be ripped out of his body. He closed his mouth, not letting himself scream.

"It isn't what he did, it is what he might do. What he might become," the man said to Mrs. Figg. She looked as if she could slap herself but she was still fuming. She took one last look at Harry and them took a shaky hand and held out the scroll. The man took it and pocketed it.

"Now we must be going, but first..." The man said as he raised the stick-like-object up to Mrs. Figg.

"Avada Kedavra!" he screamed. There was a flash of green light the shaded Harry's eyes for a moment. When the green light faded away, Harry looked down to the ground.

On the ground, Mrs. Figg laid dead.

N/A: That was chapter two. R/R and tell me if I should continue. I am not sure if this is good fic and I am wondering if I should just totally stop. Thanks a bunch for your help!!!!!!!!!!!