Futile Attempts

By Samsara

A/N: This fic starts after Book 4, may contain themes of suicide, slash, pain, cussing, torture etc. The Dursleys are wayyyyy out of character, but there is an explanation. I don't own Harry Potter, so all you freaks who wanna sue me can go away now. Please review, but all flames will be sent to my pyromaniac friend Lucy.

Futile Attempts

Chapter One: Feel me here



A few more minutes and the stocky, raven haired boy with emerald eyes would be able to say he was 15. The digital watch that had been taped to the wall next to his desk stated that it was 11: 58. Harry Potter stretched from his position at the uncomfortable desk, placing his quill back into the jar of ink that was perched in the center of the table, just able the half used piece of shabby parchment. His report on Celtic Magic and Its' Uses was nearly half done, the black ink gleaming in the faint torchlight. Sighing, Harry stood cautiously and made his way to Hedwig's cage, opposite of the open window.

So many things were troubling the boy's mind as he absent-mindedly stroked the sleek white hair of his owl. If Harry had been a normal, average schoolboy, he wouldn't have been thinking such dismal thoughts. However, Harry Potter was far from your average English boy.

Harry Potter was a wizard, and that fact alone was enough to condemn him to terrible treatment he received from his Aunt and Uncle and their plump son Dudley. None of his Dursley relatives would care that Harry had just turned 15, or that Harry had nearly died several times. In fact, their reaction would probably be the exact opposite of sadness, fear and worry. Luckily, Harry had one other relative, and friends to boot; otherwise Harry would have most likely committed suicide from loneness. His godfather, Sirius Black was a convict in the Wizarding world and on the run from authorities. Harry had never known that Sirius was his godfather until a year ago when he and his two best friends, Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasly had a run in with him and discovered his innocence.

Harry's thoughts differed in the basic fact that he was a wizard, and he was thinking what most wizards and witches were thinking about now: Lord Voldemort. Last year at Harry's wizarding school, Hogwarts, the dark lord had been revived during the Triwizard Tournament and had managed to kill Cedric Diggory and nearly murder Harry in the process. Since then, He Who Must Not Be Named hadn't revealed himself in public, but rather disappeared completely, most likely to set up plans for conquering the Wizard World. Every witch and wizard was currently worrying over when Lord Voldemort would stop biding his time and attack.

But as we all know, Harry had a larger reason to fear Voldemort. (a.n: don't worry, I'll stop with the re-telling!)

Warily, Harry glanced at the clock, which now read 12:26 a.m. The moon flashed her generous beams into the still room, igniting adrenaline inside the boy. Something wasn't right. That thought was immediately confirmed by the sharp throbbing that hit his forehead at full blast. Immediately, Harry's hand leapt to rub the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, however the pain was too much.

Harry Potter fell to the floor, unconscious, in a silent thud, a hooded figure standing over the limp boy.

"So we meet again, Harry Potter,"

The tall figure knelt down and gently drew a pale finger across his face. The dark figure stood up suddenly, wand brandished and heading for the doorway, demonic words uttering from his lips.

" Obliviate"



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" Ron, any news from Harry yet?" a shabby and harassed looking woman asked her son as he entered the kitchen.

"Not yet mum. I'm starting to get worried. It's been about a week since his birthday and he hasn't replied. I sent Pig with another message, but Pig's back and mum... Harry isn't at the Dursleys. Pig returned with my message," Ron whispered in reply, sitting down at the breakfast table.

"WHAT!?" Mrs. Weasly's loud yelp brought 4 other redheaded children tumbling down the stairs of the Burrow.

"Wuzizgoin'nd'wn'he'?" George Weasly asked groggily, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, as was Fred, Ginny and Percy.

" Something's wrong with Harry. He hasn't replied to any of my notes, and Pig returned my newest letter, meaning that Harry is no longer at the Dursley's. But that's not the weirdest part! Pig came back well fed, groomed and happy! He was gone for a week with my message, so if Harry isn't at the Dursley's any longer, that means the Dursley's had to have taken care of Pig, which is just plain messed up!" Ron informed then, bowing his head into his hands.

" Dad hasn't heard anything at the Ministry, and neither have I. If Harry is missing, it has to be serious if the Ministry doesn't know of it," Percy remarked, plopping himself down into a seat.

"But.... But... You don't think... You Know Who..." Ginny squeaked, her feet trapped in non-motion beneath her. Everyone in the room paused, fear sinking into their minds.

" Now, now! I'm sure there's a perfectly happy, normal, explanation for this," Mrs. Dursley tried to comfort her children, but failing miserably.

" I'm off. I'm going to go warn Fudge that there is a strong possibility that Harry Potter is missing. You guys can use the Trigonilate and speak to Hagrid, Hermoine and anybody else he'd be in contact with and see if he has written them lately. Tell them what's going on," Percy stood up formidably, taking hand of the situation.

" I'm coming with you. I need to talk to your Father about all of this! I'll see if we can take a visit to Harry, if he's there. Fred, George, calm Ginny down and I want you to use Floo Powder and take a visit to Diagon Alley. See if Harry has been there to buy school supplies or whatever," Molly Weasly told the twins.

" Yea, calming Ginny is as easy as making a Dementor happy," Fred remarked dryly at Ginny's state, which was eyes wide with fear and it seemed as though she had become petrified.

Molly ignored the comment, but continued, " I want no funny monkey business from you two! No trips down Knockturn Alley and no shopping. I only want you to find out about Harry. Don't tell people that Harry could be missing - that could cause a widespread panic. Get back here soon. Ron, you and Ginny use the Trigonilate and contact Hermoine and other people and see if he's written them. Tell us at once if someone has, cause that could save us a great deal of time. If no one has, invite them over. There's a listing book here if you need it,"

"Monkey business! Hah! Us? Are you mad?" George joked.

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sun sets 'cross the ocean

i'm a thousand miles from anywhere

my pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen

and the sun act like she don't even care

the wind blows cold when you reach the top

it feels like someone's face is stuck to the bottom of my shoe

i got a plastic jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room

got everybody but you telling me what to do

but i've been down so long

ooh, it can't be longer still

i've been down so long

that the end must be drawing near

The soft melody and the accompainment of the guiter awoke Harry from his sleep. Groggily, he woke from a dreamless sleep, wanting to sit up, but unable to do so. Thick metal straps bound him to the wall he was propped up against, making in impossible for him to sit comfortably. The singer was perched at the large window opposite him. Gently she laid her guiter down, stroaking it lovingly, and turned her bright violet eyes to him.

"Welcome, Harry Potter,"

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Can I continue? ::hides underneath blanket:: I hope so.... -.-() ::hugs teddy bear:: Sorry if there is misspelled stuff, my spell check just got a funky on me. The song the gal wus singing is from Down So Long, by Jewel. Fanks!