Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger
Chapter Twenty-Kidnapped!

Disclaimer: C&H belong to Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate. HP to J.K. Rowling and Warners Bros. Just four or five more chapters to go...then my sequel centering around...aww, should I tell you? Nah. God bless oray for the good old USA!


Inside Dumbledore's office Harry saw about eight witches and wizards, some of them he knew, Mad-Eye Moody, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and two others he didn't. There was a beautiful women who looked like an adult Hermione, with gorgeous brown hair, a good tan, and she was about five eleven, then there was an old man who was in peak physical condition, but had a head of gray hair and a bushy mustache.


As Harry, Ron, Hermione, Hobbes, and Calvin walked in, Ron tripped. As he fell flat on his face a few people giggled. Harry could sense a lot of nervous tension in the room, and that worried him.
Dumbledore had a small sparkle in eye when Ron fell, but it quickly abated as the gang sat down.

"Normally," he began, "Sirius, Hagrid, Remus, James, and Lily would be here, but instead James and Lily are gone, only here in spirit. Hagrid is still off with the giants. So I welcome, Hobbes White Siberia, Calvin Shawton Arrow, Ronald Harold Weasley, Hermione Elizabeth Granger, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher, Alastor Grey Moody, Minerva Crescent McGonagall, Severus Filat Snape, Arthur Weasley, Molly Jane Weasley, and myself.

"Voldemort has captured Sirius and Remus."

A gasp went up in the room. Harry felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Sirius...and Remus! It wasn't fair! Why them? Why them? It made so sense whatsoever...

Harry felt a warm hand on his shoulder, he looked over and saw Hermione with a grim expression plastered on her face.


"In any event," Dumbledore continued, "This is obviously a major problem because Black and Lupin are our two best spies for the Underground, save Severus. We need to formulate a rescue plan."

A murmur ran through the group, Harry closed his eyes and tried to focus on Hermione's hand rather then the fact that Sirius and Lupin were missing, it was impossible.

"As best as we can figure," Dumbledore intoned, "Lord Voldemort has not personally seen Sirius or Lupin. Voldemort is currently recuperating from his attack on Hogsmeade. My sources," here Harry knew Dumbledore was talking about him, "Tell me it may be a month or two before he can say the Fifth Curse again. Meanwhile, reports show he has gained the Hitlercane Curse, obviously a weapon to be reckoned with.

"Personally, it is startling to find that Voldemort has gained so much power so quickly. Especially disturbing is his discoveries of the most of the Grindewald Curses. If we do not act soon, he may very well win."

Shock filled the room. Harry tightly closed his eyes, this wasn't possible, this wasn't possible.

Harry sighed, again he tried to concentrate on Hermione but he was unable to, this was so horrible.

"So," Dumbledore went on, "We need to have a force ready to recapture Sirius and Remus, we currently believe that they are in the United States, do we have any volunteers?"


Harry immediately raised his hand, he was quickly followed by Calvin and Hobbes ("We lived in America after all."), Hermione and Ron.

"Excellent," Dumbledore said brightly, "Arabella, you will lead this mission. All of you will leave immediately, we believe Pettigrew holds them in Los Angeles, so you can Quikgo there outside Ventura Costway, I believe it's called?"

"Freeway," Calvin corrected apparently without thinking.

"Ahh, yes," Dumbledore answered with nary a twinkle in his eye. As they left, Harry heard Dumbledore distinctly ask Mundungus, "About our troublesome Mr. Malfoy..."


Harry had to admit that Arabella was beautiful, but Calvin seemed to be worshipping the floor she walked on. He gazed at her and seemed to be unaware of any else, this was especially noticeable after he had smashed into his third wall, which was shortly followed by his smacking into his seventh torch.

Arabella Figg however, was more focused on their mission, she took long strides and her face was as determined as Harry had ever seen someone be.

Harry wondered why she was so driven, perhaps she had known Remus and Sirius that made sense, and he decided to ask her, "Which one of them did you know?"

Arabella looked slightly confused, then answered crisply, "How did you know I knew any of them?"

"Er, because you seem so determined to find them."

Arabella sighed, "I'm Remus' fiancée."

Calvin gasped and ran straight into a knight with a loud clang!

"Fiancée?" he choked out, as he got up and dusted off his black school robes and straightened his hat, "Your getting married?"

Calvin's surprise was shared by everyone in the group, most notably Harry, why didn't Remus or Sirius tell him?


Arabella nodded in reply to Calvin's question, and went on, "It also scares me that they got Sirius. I mean after all he was at Hogwarts when it happened."

Harry was thrown into further shock, "You mean you knew he was-"


"Icarus Snuffles?" Arabella gave Harry a big grin, "Of course Harry, after all I-"

Harry's knees buckled and his face pitched forward and crashed into the floor.

Harry looked down at his body, Hermione had rolled him over and was checking for a pulse. Harry grimaced at the bloody nose he had, after all, he would have to return to that body. After apparently finding no pulse Hermione began doing CPR on him. Now that was something he wouldn't mind happening to himself...


"Harry," Harry turned at the sound of his mother's voice. He turned at smiled at his mother and father. Lily Potter was smiling serenely and James Potter grinned at his son.

"Mum, Dad!" Harry said excitedly, "How are you?"

"We're fine Harry," James said, "But we do have to tell you something, trust Bella. It may seem like she's untrustworthy, but stick with her. She's a good person Harry. Never doubt her. All right?"

Harry nodded and ran over to his mum and dad. Lily Potter hugged her son and Harry started crying. His mum...was hugging him. It was so weird. Aunt Petunia had never come close to showing any affection for her nephew, and Hermione had sort of acted like the mother he never had.

"Why Remus, why Sirius, Mum, Dad, why did you have to leave me?"

James Potter soberly answered, "We knew there was a million to one chance you'd live and we took it. Rather then letting you die, we wanted you to live. And now look, you have friends, caring teachers, a godfather who loves you, and a really caring girlfriend in Hermione. She reminds me so much of your mum."

Lily smiled, "She is rather like me, Harry go hug your dad, and then you have to go or Hermione will think your dead. Remember what I told you."

Harry nodded, gave his father a hug, and felt the sensation of being pulled back into his body....

Hermione's lips went on Harry's as his body jolted and he returned. On instinct Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. After a few seconds they reluctantly pulled away. Arabella cast them a questioning eyebrow, "Harry, did you do that just so Hermione would kiss you?"


Harry sniggered and felt his face go red, "No, did my scar disappear?"

Arabella nodded and Harry continued, "That's been happening all year, I keep seeing my mum and dad."

Arabella's eyebrows raised, "Y-you saw Lily? And James? Really?"

Harry nodded.

"It's been so long," an eerie smile crept on her face,

"We were really good friends."

"What house were you in?" Hermione inquired.

"Slytherin," Arabella answered without hesitation.

Ron, Hermione, and Calvin got shocked looks, Hobbes didn't and Harry kept his face neutral. He remembered what his parents had said, "Trust Bella."

"Hey guys," Hobbes said feeling the tension in the room, "Don't worry about her being a Slytherin, she hung out with us Gryffindors most of the time, right 'Bella?"


Arabella Figg nodded, "Yeah, that was so long ago though."

Hobbes grinned, "Anyway, you all know how to use a Quikgo right?"

Calvin, Ron, and Hermione all nodded immediately, Harry shook his head. He really wished that he knew more about the wizarding world, it really was embarrassing having to admit he had no idea what people were talking about. It was even doubled by the fact that he was the famous Harry James Potter and he had to know all this stuff.

Arabella cocked an eyebrow again, "You don't?"

Feeling very foolish Harry nodded.

"OK then," Arabella took a small black thing about the size and shape of a cigar and held it up, "This is a Quikgo." Arabella shook the Quikgo a few times until a golden sliver of light shown around it. Suddenly the Quikgo jumped out of her hand and began to sing and sort of do a dance:

"Where do you wish to go today?
Young gents, young ladies, young tiger?
You wish to go to a cliff and made be a liar?
Or perhaps you are the sporting types ready for a game?
Just possibly you wish to see someone of fame?
Tell me your destination please,
And I'll take you there faster then you can sneeze!
"

"Ventura Freeway, Los Angeles, California, United States of America," Arabella said matter-of-factly. Suddenly there was a clap of thunder and a pink light enveloped them all.

Zoom! Harry fell back into Hermione's arms as a Muggle car nearly ran over him. Again Harry felt an urge to tell her how much he loved her. He cared more for her then life itself. He really loved her. He loved everything about her.

"OK," Arabella's voice broke into his warm fuzzy thoughts, "After our two resident romantics there get out of each other's arms, we have to find Sirius and Remus. Harry pulled himself out of Hermione's grip,

"Thank you, Herms."
"OK, now we have to complete our mission," Arabella faced cracked into a smile here, "So I can get married."

There was some nervous laughter.

"We think that Voldemort has aligned himself with major American drug cartels, by allying will all evil, he may be able to take over the Muggle world from the inside. You kids are pretty green about this, but I worked as an Unspeakable for years. First, always be ready to take out your wand. Second, Stun only unless it is absolutely necessary. We are going to bust one of Voldemort's major drug rings where we have reason to believe Remus and Sirius are. However, we believe it may very well be protected by magic. Maybe only magic, with no bodyguards."


Harry nodded, Calvin then asked, "Whose doing the dirty work for Voldemort here?"

Arabella looked mildly surprised, "You didn't know? Peter Pettigrew, know better around here as Boss Wormtail."


Harry's eyes bulged, "Peter Pettigrew?" he exclaimed, "In charge of a drug ring? Are you sure?"

Arabella nodded, "We have no doubt. You see, Pettigrew just has to give orders here, people don't want to piss off the right-hand man of Lord Voldemort.

As the cars passed, a lot of people stared at the strangers wearing their funny-looking robes.

"Uh, Miss Figg," Calvin stammered, "Um, we need Muggle clothing...we're attracting loads of attention..."

Hobbes looked around and realized that they were right, he waved his paw a few times and murmured some words. Then there was a silver flash.

Harry looked down at the orange shirt and blue shorts he was wearing and had to agree they looked really cool. Harry also noticed that his glasses were slightly tinted, probably to look like shades. All in all, except for his obvious lack of tan, he looked quite normal. Harry looked around at the rest of the group, Ron was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with jeans, Arabella, a thin sweater and jeans, Calvin a red and black striped T-shirt with black jeans, and Hermione was wearing a white T-shirt with shorts. Harry made a mental note to remember how good Herm looked in Muggle clothes.

Hobbes on the other hand wore a pair of jams, he explained way when he saw their quizzical looks, "Come on people, think about it, the Muggles think I'm a stuffed animal, so I just need to not be wearing Hogwarts stuff."

"Won't the wizards notice you immediately as a Wizarimal?" Hermione inquired.

Hobbes shook his head and grinned, "Nope." Hobbes pulled a small vial out of his robe that was filled with a thick black liquid, "This will make me look like a stuffy to everyone except you guys. Hobbes easily twisted off the cap of the vial and downed the liquid. His face twisted into a grosteque expression, "That stuff tastes awful."

Calvin laughed and Hobbes sent him a death glare, which only made Calvin laugh harder.

"In the event of trying to find Remus and Black, we need to go now." At this Arabella pulled out a handgun, Harry was taken aback, what was Arabella doing with a gun?

Even Hobbes looked perturbed, and he knew Arabella, "Bella," he asked quietly, "Why do you need that?"

All Hobbes got in reply was a "You'll see," and they walked in the bike lane until they reached a turning point.

From there Harry noticed that they neighborhoods they were going to were getting more and more seedy. Well, in a way that made sense, after all who'd except Voldemort's drug rings to be the high-class areas of L-A?


Eventually they cam upon a store incidentally called "POTTER'S MISCELLANEUS". Arabella drew out her gun and walked in, "All right Potter," she said tensely, "Come out with your hands up."

A fat man wearing a white shirt that had grease stains on it, and black pants with the suspenders wrapped around his bulging stomach trotted out. The man was also balding and looked scared. In his harsh American accent he spoke, "Whaddywant?"


"Lieutenant Eliazbeth James, LAPD," Arabella said and she clicked the safety off on her gun. Harry gasped at Arabella's demeanor, she even sounded like a Yankee!

She rushed over and grabbed Potter by the cuff of his shirt and lifted him up, he said something very inappropriate followed by, "Police brutality!"

"You can shut the," It was now Arabella's turn to say something inapproiate, "I know you have info on Wormtail, I want it now." She pressed the gun into the man's neck, he began sweating.

"Look girl-er-Lieutenant, I'm legal now. I haven't done crack since the eighties."

"Oh yeah," Arabella said with a devilish grin, "They how'd you know Wormtail does crack? he could have been anything else."


Potter looked defeated, "All right, all right. Don't shoot man."

"I'm female, empty space for brains," Arabella said tersely.

"OK, if you give me immunity I'll tell you. Just don't kill me, er-Ly-tan-ant."

Arabella nodded, "Fine, where's Wormtail's hideout?"

"Old warehouse on Gotham Avenue," Potter answered shaking.

Arabella nodded, and threw Potter back. She then appraised the place with her eyes and then stared at Potter, "Clean this place up or I'll get the IRS to audit this place. Your lucky I'm not looking at your Miscellaneous crud."

Potter nodded meekly and they all walked out.

Fifteen minutes later Hobbes was the first to break the silence, "Bella, why'd you do that?"

Arabella looked distantly at Hobbes, "Why, whatever do you mean?"

Hobbes looked at her coolly, "Don't give me that Bella, you don't fool me for a second. You had a grudge against that guy didn't you? You didn't need to do that. A Truth Spell or Vertiaserum would have done the same thing. After that you Memory Charm 'em."

Arabella looked away as they continued down the block, "All right, the guy is an old enemy from Hogwarts," she admitted, "I needed to get some revenge for the seven years of torment he gave me."

Hobbes' eyes widened with shock, "You mean that was Bennington Cillason?"

Arabella nodded, and Hobbes sputtered on, "What happened to him? He was Head Boy, even if he was a Slytherin!"

Arabella sighed, "Came to America and follows Voldemort. He took up a menial Muggle job as a front, and is not allowed to use wands. Obviously I had to get some revenge."

"You wouldn't have shot him would you have?" Ron asked, now sounding fearful rather then smitten.

Arabella hesitated for a moment and then shook her head, "Never. I might have used some merli du."

"Merli du?" Harry echoed, completely confused.

"Wizard martial arts, I'm a phoenix belt, the highest possible."

Harry only nodded, hoping his parents were right about Arabella being trustworthy.