A/N: Ok sorry for those people who care my muse sort of went on strike and I had to fight with him to help me. Anyways here is Chapter 2 and just a note I don't own Harry Potter and all of them but I do own Charlie, her mom, David, and I'm you can guess the other ones I made up. If you want to use then let me know (at Taby_Smith@hotmail.com) I don't really mind. Now on with the story:
Chapter 2
The Capture and the Fair Charlie
The next morning Harry didn't remember anything about the night before including the girl and his homework. After only a few hours of sleep he was rudely awaken by a shrewd voice screaming from downstairs. "Boy get down here now!" Quickly rushing into a change of clothes he ran downstairs to see what the problem was. When he finally got there, he was greeted with the sight of his relatives on the ground, and four people all around the room. At first, he thought that they were muggles because of their muggle clothing until he noticed one had a wand pointing to his own throat. The one with his wand out and at his throat was tall, with black hair, and deep blue eyes. A short man with blond hair was bent over his aunt checking for a pulse, and a whispering to another blond man that was checking Dudley. The last one was a woman who was looking out the window, looking out and watching the street, with long brown hair.
The black haired man opened his mouth and with his aunt's voice said, "Harry Potter, you are to come with me." Not knowing who they were and having a gut feeling he just couldn't describe, Harry turned and ran upstairs.
With a few loud shouts the woman and the black haired man ran after him. "Way to go, David! You know our orders are to bring him awake and unharmed!" Rushing into his room, he slid under his bed, and grabbed his wand from under the floorboards there.
Rolling from under there he held his wand in a defensive stance. Barging in 'David' and the woman walked in, David with his wand pointing at Harry while the woman stood there with her finger pointing at him. "Look Harry, we have to take you with us one way or another just please don't make us hurt you." The woman pleaded calmly. Not knowing what to do he weighed his options. Fight and risk getting kicked out of Hogwarts, or go with them and risk dying at the hands of, which he guessed was, Lord Voldermort.
"Stupify," Harry screamed pointing his wand at David thinking that the woman wasn't that big of a threat. But, Harry was wrong, just as David fell, a stream of light shot out of the woman's finger and hit him squarely in the chest. Within seconds he felt light head watched as the world turned black. Harry fell to the ground unconscious.
****AN: I was going to leave off there but then I remembered what it felt like to be reading a story only to come to a cliffhanger. My story may not be very good, but I'm not going to do that unless I can't think of anything for more than a week.****
The next time Harry woke up once again he has laying on a hard, cold, surface. Opening his eyes he saw he was in a dark dungeon. For some reason Professor Snape's potions class entered his head only there wasn't any desks and supplies, and his hands were chained to the floor. Looking to his right he saw there was a boy about his age chained, like him, to the floor just a few feet from him. By the looks of it, the boy was still unconscious. Turning his head, he saw to his right hanging from the ceiling was another but a mass of blond hair connected to a bundle of chains that looked like they went all around it's body. After a moment or two he heard moaning from it.
He watched as the head, the hair was connected to shake and look around. After the person got a look at the wall that was in front of it, he heard a girls voice from it. "Shite!!!" Screaming at the top of her lungs and causing him a bigger headache he hadn't noticed to expand he listened to what she had to say. "MOTHER YOU BITCH!!! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE ON THIS DAMNED EARTH THAT HAS THE BALLS TO DO THIS AND I KNOW THAT YOU'RE LISTENING TO ME!!!" In response, the sound of a door opening and a quiet, beautiful voice from above his head came to his ears. ****For those who are confused he's on his back remember.****
"Charlene, a lady does not raise her voice, no matter the situation."
"Who the bloody hell said I was a fucking lady?"
"Watch your language young lady. And to answer your question I did, when you were a child, don't you remember? I made sure that you were taught the ways of a lady." Trying with all his might he wasn't able to get a good look at the woman no matter how he twisted and turned.
"Ja, well, if I remember right a lady is also supposed to keep her legs crossed. Something you could never do." The only response she received was a faint light striking her. All Harry could do was listen as she scream in pain and sway where she hanged. "IT'S A WONDER I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE SIBLINGS CONSIDERING HOW MANY MEN HAVE BEEN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS." The light became brighter and the screaming intensified but that didn't stop the insults. "ACCORDING TO MY THERAPIST I NEVER LOOK OR GIVE ANY MAN RESPECT IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR REVOLVING BEDROOM DOOR." Now the light was too bright to see anything, but it and the screams and words were beginning to become blood curtailing. "I WONDER WHO IS IT THIS WEEK? FUDGE? MALFOY? WAIT, SORRY I FORGOT HE'S ALREADY BEEN THERE. OH, I KNOW. IT'S VOLDIE, huh? IS IT PART OF THAT TREATY YOUR TRYING TO GET OUT OF HIM? YOU GIVE HIM POTTER AND A SPOT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS WHILE YOU HAVE AN ORGASM AND MORE MEN TO MAKE SURE YOUR HANDS ARE CLEAN?" Finally the light stopped and so did the screaming. He could hear her panting for air and the sound of heels of the stone floor. Finally the one who he assumed order to capture him came into view.
She had long blond hair that reached all the way to the floor and was from his point of view tall and slender. She wore a red, Chinese styled dress that had slits going all the way to the upper thigh. Harry couldn't help but stare at her legs and think 'WOW, she's a mom?"
Chapter 2
The Capture and the Fair Charlie
The next morning Harry didn't remember anything about the night before including the girl and his homework. After only a few hours of sleep he was rudely awaken by a shrewd voice screaming from downstairs. "Boy get down here now!" Quickly rushing into a change of clothes he ran downstairs to see what the problem was. When he finally got there, he was greeted with the sight of his relatives on the ground, and four people all around the room. At first, he thought that they were muggles because of their muggle clothing until he noticed one had a wand pointing to his own throat. The one with his wand out and at his throat was tall, with black hair, and deep blue eyes. A short man with blond hair was bent over his aunt checking for a pulse, and a whispering to another blond man that was checking Dudley. The last one was a woman who was looking out the window, looking out and watching the street, with long brown hair.
The black haired man opened his mouth and with his aunt's voice said, "Harry Potter, you are to come with me." Not knowing who they were and having a gut feeling he just couldn't describe, Harry turned and ran upstairs.
With a few loud shouts the woman and the black haired man ran after him. "Way to go, David! You know our orders are to bring him awake and unharmed!" Rushing into his room, he slid under his bed, and grabbed his wand from under the floorboards there.
Rolling from under there he held his wand in a defensive stance. Barging in 'David' and the woman walked in, David with his wand pointing at Harry while the woman stood there with her finger pointing at him. "Look Harry, we have to take you with us one way or another just please don't make us hurt you." The woman pleaded calmly. Not knowing what to do he weighed his options. Fight and risk getting kicked out of Hogwarts, or go with them and risk dying at the hands of, which he guessed was, Lord Voldermort.
"Stupify," Harry screamed pointing his wand at David thinking that the woman wasn't that big of a threat. But, Harry was wrong, just as David fell, a stream of light shot out of the woman's finger and hit him squarely in the chest. Within seconds he felt light head watched as the world turned black. Harry fell to the ground unconscious.
****AN: I was going to leave off there but then I remembered what it felt like to be reading a story only to come to a cliffhanger. My story may not be very good, but I'm not going to do that unless I can't think of anything for more than a week.****
The next time Harry woke up once again he has laying on a hard, cold, surface. Opening his eyes he saw he was in a dark dungeon. For some reason Professor Snape's potions class entered his head only there wasn't any desks and supplies, and his hands were chained to the floor. Looking to his right he saw there was a boy about his age chained, like him, to the floor just a few feet from him. By the looks of it, the boy was still unconscious. Turning his head, he saw to his right hanging from the ceiling was another but a mass of blond hair connected to a bundle of chains that looked like they went all around it's body. After a moment or two he heard moaning from it.
He watched as the head, the hair was connected to shake and look around. After the person got a look at the wall that was in front of it, he heard a girls voice from it. "Shite!!!" Screaming at the top of her lungs and causing him a bigger headache he hadn't noticed to expand he listened to what she had to say. "MOTHER YOU BITCH!!! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE ON THIS DAMNED EARTH THAT HAS THE BALLS TO DO THIS AND I KNOW THAT YOU'RE LISTENING TO ME!!!" In response, the sound of a door opening and a quiet, beautiful voice from above his head came to his ears. ****For those who are confused he's on his back remember.****
"Charlene, a lady does not raise her voice, no matter the situation."
"Who the bloody hell said I was a fucking lady?"
"Watch your language young lady. And to answer your question I did, when you were a child, don't you remember? I made sure that you were taught the ways of a lady." Trying with all his might he wasn't able to get a good look at the woman no matter how he twisted and turned.
"Ja, well, if I remember right a lady is also supposed to keep her legs crossed. Something you could never do." The only response she received was a faint light striking her. All Harry could do was listen as she scream in pain and sway where she hanged. "IT'S A WONDER I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE SIBLINGS CONSIDERING HOW MANY MEN HAVE BEEN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS." The light became brighter and the screaming intensified but that didn't stop the insults. "ACCORDING TO MY THERAPIST I NEVER LOOK OR GIVE ANY MAN RESPECT IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR REVOLVING BEDROOM DOOR." Now the light was too bright to see anything, but it and the screams and words were beginning to become blood curtailing. "I WONDER WHO IS IT THIS WEEK? FUDGE? MALFOY? WAIT, SORRY I FORGOT HE'S ALREADY BEEN THERE. OH, I KNOW. IT'S VOLDIE, huh? IS IT PART OF THAT TREATY YOUR TRYING TO GET OUT OF HIM? YOU GIVE HIM POTTER AND A SPOT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS WHILE YOU HAVE AN ORGASM AND MORE MEN TO MAKE SURE YOUR HANDS ARE CLEAN?" Finally the light stopped and so did the screaming. He could hear her panting for air and the sound of heels of the stone floor. Finally the one who he assumed order to capture him came into view.
She had long blond hair that reached all the way to the floor and was from his point of view tall and slender. She wore a red, Chinese styled dress that had slits going all the way to the upper thigh. Harry couldn't help but stare at her legs and think 'WOW, she's a mom?"
