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Chapter Five: Lucky me
Sitting in his office at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore looked upon the reports of recent missions completed by the Order of the Phoenix. It was not a very big stack of papers but it was a effort and sacrifices made witches and wizards.
Couldn't say that much about the Ministry's undertaking of this matter since they finally accepted that indeed Lord Voldemort had return from the ghostly form that he, up till recently inhabited.
Letting out a small sigh, Dumbledore put down one of the reports he was reviewing. Taking off his glasses, he gently rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and sat back into his chair.
Having heard about the attack on the Dursley's home in Little Surrey, this made him worried, if the little hope that has risen from the population during these dark times will dissipate from this new event.
No doubt the Daily Prophet would have printed the story on the front page this morning giving the details of the calamity.
Reaching for the paper delivered by owl an hour ago, the front page had a massive picture of Harry Potter.
**Harry Potter Kidnapped!!!!**
~~Shocking and disturbing developments have shaken the wizardly world this morning when it was announced that the Famous Boy -who-lived, Harry Potter was taken by Who-must-not-be-name yesterday early in the morning from his home in Little Surrey.
The Dark Mark hovered over Privet Drive after an attack that destroyed many homes and frightened residents of the quiet and respectable muggle neighborhood.
From reports made from the Ministry after investigating, Harry had apparently led a chase before getting captured by an estimated half dozen Death Eaters.
Harry's Muggle family luckily escaped with only a few minor injuries. And the neighboring inhabitants of this sequestered vicinity, have not been hurt but have had some major damage on there homes.
The Ministry has already order this a quarantine area until repairs are completed and memory charms can be administered.
With chances slim, lets only hope that Harry Potter may remain the boy-who-lived and escape from who-must-not-be-named once more.~~
Dumbledore put down the paper and thought over his efforts in retrieving the hope of everyone's future.
Severus Snape was immediately deployed to try and get in touch with a few contacts that might know the whereabouts of Harry.
Lupin and Moody was sent to the Riddle Manor and various locations that Voldemort has been known to set up his operation in the past.
Shacklebolt and Tonks were the head investigators for the kidnaping and were combing Mongolia Crescent for clues.
Dumbledore standing up and putting his traveling cloak on, went out of the room. It was time for him to take a more than just sideline guidance to the effort in finding the boy that had become more than just another student.
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Seeing black spots in his vision from the lack of air made Harry do the natural thing.
Gasp for air. Thus opening his mouth.
The man holding the vile of potion wasted no time in tipping the liquid down Harry's throat and forcing his jaw shut so Harry couldn't spit it out.
The potion was cold, sending shivers down Harry's back as it invaded his system. His mind was shutting down, not processing any thoughts as the potion spread throughout his entire body.
The men let Harry slump to the floor as soon as they saw that there job was complete. Two of them went out of the room but one stayed, flanking the door, staring at Harry.
Harry didn't noticed this because he was too distracted with what this potion was doing to his body. It was like fire in his veins, coursing throughout each leg, finger and toe of his body.
This hurt as badly as any pain he has ever experienced. It seemed like forever had gone by but in reality it was only a matter of minutes.
Suddenly the racking convulsion dissipated, and Harry was left panting face first, on the cold, wet stone of the dungeons floors.
His body ached in every place imaginable. Piercing pain etched each muscle, reminding him of this similar reaction when the Cruciatus curse was used on him.
But that experience was nothing compared to this. The Cruciatus curse was a mere scrape compared to what he was experiencing now.
'What the hell is happening to me?' harry thought as he curled up in a ball trying to overcome the monstrous pain.
The man guarding the door, just stood there looking upon Harry, as if waiting for something.
And the it happened. When Harry had finally relaxed and fell into a restless sleep after a half hour of agonizing torment, his body glowed a bright forest green. But only for a brief second.
The Death Eater, seeming satisfied, left from the dungeons, leaving the boy on the cold floor.
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Harry did not want to wake from the serene dreamless sleep, where he experienced no pain and nobody was chasing him constantly. Struggling to remain in this blissful state, he shifted, bringing his legs to his chest.
That was definitely not the right thing to do. His legs felt as if someone had took a mallet and repeatedly hit every inch of them.
Wincing, Harry cracked open his eyes and looked around. There was a metal plate on the floor beside him, holding his meager meal. One slice of bread and a tin cup of water.
Harry's mouth was as dry as a desert and he felt that if he should try to talk, his voice would only come out in hoarse whispers.
Harry seeing the water, he reached for it first, making sure he didn't spill any and let the freezing liquid frolic in his throat. This helped but when all the water was gone, his wished desperately that he could have more.
After eating the stale bread, Harry tried standing up, using one of the stone columns for support. Slowly but surely he raised to his feet and was even managing a half smile for what he managed.
Thinking back of what put him in this state in the first place, he wondered what the Death Eaters have given him. That potion was most definitely was not in his school book, the 'Standard Potion Making' or even 'Potent Potions'.
Seeing as he had nothing else to occupy his time with, Harry mulled over what voldemort could be achieving in torture him. Clearly the prophecy said that one would have to die for the other to live.
'But why am I still alive? Why would Voldemort wait and take the risk of my rescue?'
Leaning his head back on the support column, Harry glance over at the wall, more particularly at the stone, bearing the carved snake on it.
Staring at the snake for a while, not really concentrating, Harry said out loud, "Now, why couldn't you've opened for me? It would of solve a fair amount of problems."
Quite suddenly and silently, the wall began to shift, revealing an entrance out of the damp dungeons.
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Next chappy will be more action but i need some support so if you could just give a little a review it would help.
Chapter Five: Lucky me
Sitting in his office at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore looked upon the reports of recent missions completed by the Order of the Phoenix. It was not a very big stack of papers but it was a effort and sacrifices made witches and wizards.
Couldn't say that much about the Ministry's undertaking of this matter since they finally accepted that indeed Lord Voldemort had return from the ghostly form that he, up till recently inhabited.
Letting out a small sigh, Dumbledore put down one of the reports he was reviewing. Taking off his glasses, he gently rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and sat back into his chair.
Having heard about the attack on the Dursley's home in Little Surrey, this made him worried, if the little hope that has risen from the population during these dark times will dissipate from this new event.
No doubt the Daily Prophet would have printed the story on the front page this morning giving the details of the calamity.
Reaching for the paper delivered by owl an hour ago, the front page had a massive picture of Harry Potter.
**Harry Potter Kidnapped!!!!**
~~Shocking and disturbing developments have shaken the wizardly world this morning when it was announced that the Famous Boy -who-lived, Harry Potter was taken by Who-must-not-be-name yesterday early in the morning from his home in Little Surrey.
The Dark Mark hovered over Privet Drive after an attack that destroyed many homes and frightened residents of the quiet and respectable muggle neighborhood.
From reports made from the Ministry after investigating, Harry had apparently led a chase before getting captured by an estimated half dozen Death Eaters.
Harry's Muggle family luckily escaped with only a few minor injuries. And the neighboring inhabitants of this sequestered vicinity, have not been hurt but have had some major damage on there homes.
The Ministry has already order this a quarantine area until repairs are completed and memory charms can be administered.
With chances slim, lets only hope that Harry Potter may remain the boy-who-lived and escape from who-must-not-be-named once more.~~
Dumbledore put down the paper and thought over his efforts in retrieving the hope of everyone's future.
Severus Snape was immediately deployed to try and get in touch with a few contacts that might know the whereabouts of Harry.
Lupin and Moody was sent to the Riddle Manor and various locations that Voldemort has been known to set up his operation in the past.
Shacklebolt and Tonks were the head investigators for the kidnaping and were combing Mongolia Crescent for clues.
Dumbledore standing up and putting his traveling cloak on, went out of the room. It was time for him to take a more than just sideline guidance to the effort in finding the boy that had become more than just another student.
~~~~
Seeing black spots in his vision from the lack of air made Harry do the natural thing.
Gasp for air. Thus opening his mouth.
The man holding the vile of potion wasted no time in tipping the liquid down Harry's throat and forcing his jaw shut so Harry couldn't spit it out.
The potion was cold, sending shivers down Harry's back as it invaded his system. His mind was shutting down, not processing any thoughts as the potion spread throughout his entire body.
The men let Harry slump to the floor as soon as they saw that there job was complete. Two of them went out of the room but one stayed, flanking the door, staring at Harry.
Harry didn't noticed this because he was too distracted with what this potion was doing to his body. It was like fire in his veins, coursing throughout each leg, finger and toe of his body.
This hurt as badly as any pain he has ever experienced. It seemed like forever had gone by but in reality it was only a matter of minutes.
Suddenly the racking convulsion dissipated, and Harry was left panting face first, on the cold, wet stone of the dungeons floors.
His body ached in every place imaginable. Piercing pain etched each muscle, reminding him of this similar reaction when the Cruciatus curse was used on him.
But that experience was nothing compared to this. The Cruciatus curse was a mere scrape compared to what he was experiencing now.
'What the hell is happening to me?' harry thought as he curled up in a ball trying to overcome the monstrous pain.
The man guarding the door, just stood there looking upon Harry, as if waiting for something.
And the it happened. When Harry had finally relaxed and fell into a restless sleep after a half hour of agonizing torment, his body glowed a bright forest green. But only for a brief second.
The Death Eater, seeming satisfied, left from the dungeons, leaving the boy on the cold floor.
~~~~
Harry did not want to wake from the serene dreamless sleep, where he experienced no pain and nobody was chasing him constantly. Struggling to remain in this blissful state, he shifted, bringing his legs to his chest.
That was definitely not the right thing to do. His legs felt as if someone had took a mallet and repeatedly hit every inch of them.
Wincing, Harry cracked open his eyes and looked around. There was a metal plate on the floor beside him, holding his meager meal. One slice of bread and a tin cup of water.
Harry's mouth was as dry as a desert and he felt that if he should try to talk, his voice would only come out in hoarse whispers.
Harry seeing the water, he reached for it first, making sure he didn't spill any and let the freezing liquid frolic in his throat. This helped but when all the water was gone, his wished desperately that he could have more.
After eating the stale bread, Harry tried standing up, using one of the stone columns for support. Slowly but surely he raised to his feet and was even managing a half smile for what he managed.
Thinking back of what put him in this state in the first place, he wondered what the Death Eaters have given him. That potion was most definitely was not in his school book, the 'Standard Potion Making' or even 'Potent Potions'.
Seeing as he had nothing else to occupy his time with, Harry mulled over what voldemort could be achieving in torture him. Clearly the prophecy said that one would have to die for the other to live.
'But why am I still alive? Why would Voldemort wait and take the risk of my rescue?'
Leaning his head back on the support column, Harry glance over at the wall, more particularly at the stone, bearing the carved snake on it.
Staring at the snake for a while, not really concentrating, Harry said out loud, "Now, why couldn't you've opened for me? It would of solve a fair amount of problems."
Quite suddenly and silently, the wall began to shift, revealing an entrance out of the damp dungeons.
~~~~
Next chappy will be more action but i need some support so if you could just give a little a review it would help.
