Well this is a surprise. I did not think I would get this out here this fast. *happy shrug*

Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.

Chapter 8:

This is the right way.

Ron starred at his food in a daze, swirling his fork around the plate, he just did not feel right. It might have something to do with the two first years that thought they were Fred and George reincarnated. What ever it was, it was throwing him off.

"Ron," Hermione's sweet voice reached his ears. "Are you all right?"

"Something isn't right." He whispered to his plate of mush.

"I know." She said looking around the great hall. Everyone seemed to be in the same mood. Even the twinkle in the Headmaster's eyes were dulled.

Hermione turned to talk to Ron again, but jumped with everyone else as the doors to the hall busted open. Cynnus Snape marched his way to the head table out of breath he panted, "They're—gone—went—for—breakfast. Sirius—Harry—gone."

Albus Dumbledore stood with a grace that seemed otherworldly. Everyone watched as he placed his hand on Cynnus's shoulder whispering to him. Cynnus nodded and left the hall in a rush. "Students, classes are canceled until further notice. You will remain in your dorms and your head of house will come and give further instructions." Looking at the Slytherin table, he added. "Since your head of house is still in the infirmary, you will room with the Gryffindors." Mutable groans broke out between both houses, until the Headmaster put up his hand. "If any fighting breaks out, you will be dealt with severally." It was a threat that they all knew he would follow through on and so a temporary alliance formed between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.

***

Severus arched off the bed, clutching his arm with a hiss. The Headmaster walked in, in time to see this painful display. "He's calling." Snape hissed.

"I don't want you to go this time." Albus watched as his son like friend inched out of bed, pulling on his black robes. "I can not stop you, I know."

"I am not just going to lie around, Albus." Severus sighed, as he got ready for the meeting. "I will come back old man, do not worry." Severus limped his way to the door.

An old withered, but strong hand stopped him. Albus turned him around into an affectionate hug. Pulling back, he got a good look at his friend. "You have to know." Albus paused, not sure if it was a good idea to tell him. "He got to Harry." Severus's face dropped as his if he was just betrayed. "Sirius and Harry were taken last night. Cynnus went to their quarters this morning. He said he has breakfast with Black every morning, but the place looked as if there had been a struggle. I just…" Taking in a deep breath, he went on. "I just want you to watch yourself out there."

Severus nodded and surprised Albus by pulling him in to another hug. "I will watch out for Harry first. I always have and I always will." Snape left with a quick exit. He hated long good byes.

***

Harry sighed for the hundredth time that evening. The majority of the Death Eaters were, yes, really that stupid. They did not even check to see if he had his wand or not. "Stupid Death Eaters." Harry laughed alone in his dark cell.

They had taken his Godfather away to, only Merlin knows where. Their kidnapers forced him in to his Animagus form before they put a collar on him that would keep him from transforming back and a muzzle. If his Godfather were here, he would probably make such a racket that Harry would stun him himself.

"Ok kid." A figure in a black robe and white mask opened the cell door. "On your feet!"

"Do you have any crayons, sir?" The young Harry asked as childishly as he could to the Death Eater. "It's really rather boring in here." The masked man growled, grabbing Harry's collar dragging him out of the cell. "Hey mister, where are we going?" The Death Eater pulled on Harry harder. "Does your mother know you are mean to little kids?" He honestly asked and laughed mentally as the Death Eater eased up.

***

Lord Voldemort stood in front of his followers. His red eyes scanned the crowed and watched in amusement as a Death Eater, he knew was Severus, limp to the front. "I have a gift to all of you." His powerful rich voice flowed through the sea of black. "The last Potter will fall tonight and my rain will continue as it should have been all those years ago." Waves of cheers erupted from the Death Eaters.

The doors opened into a hall no bigger then the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Harry looked around him almost nervously. He felt like a first year again. Bright green eyes roamed around the hall and looked up to the ceiling.

Harry stopped in shock, but was pushed by his escort to keep moving. The ceiling was an exact replica of the one in the great hall. The half moon shined brightly down at Harry as he looked at Voldemort.

'Well isn't he full of surprises.' Harry mussed to himself. After all Voldemort was Tom Riddle at one point. A boy like Harry, whose happiest memories happened at Hogwarts.

"Hello little Harry." The Dark Lord hissed.

"Hello sir." Harry replied in the smallest, cutest voice he could come up with. Shyly he asked. "Do you have any crayons, sir? The other man didn't have any and it's rather dull in my cell."

At this Voldemort laughed. "My dear child, can you really be Harry Potter the boy who has foiled my plans one after the other?"

"My name his Harry Potter." The little boy said. Walking closer to Voldemort, showing no fear, Harry wiggled his finger at the dark one as if he was saying I want to tell you something. The Dark Lord bent down to accommodate the little boy. Harry brought his lips close to his enemy's ear. "And I am not a child."

Voldemort's eyes grew wide as he realized his mistake and found a wand at his face. "Evellere!"

The Dark Lord steeped back, covering his eyes with his hands, screaming painfully. The crowed of black did nothing as they did not know what was happening and Harry just starred, not believing that had actually worked.

The first Death Eater to comeback from his shock was Lucius. He grabbed Harry's wand out of his small weak hand and flung it at the nearest Death Eater. Picking up Harry, he did the same thing. The Death Eater that caught Harry fell to the floor because of his still healing leg. "Take him to the dungeons and keep him there!" Malfoy hissed as he went to his master's side.

Nodding the white masked man kept the screaming and kicking Harry in his arms. When he was sure he was out of earshot he spoke up. "It would be effortless to hold on to you if you would hold still, Mister Potter." Harry stopped his antics as the biggest smile appeared on his face at the Professors voice. "I'm going to get us out of here."

"What about Sirius?"

"They have taken him else where." Snape shortly said as he moved around the mansion, out the door and into the forest.

"Put me down for a second."

Severus sat the little boy down. "Make it quick Potter. We don't have all night."

Taking in a deep breath, Harry said. "I'm tired of pretending that I could have had a normal childhood." Severus rushed to Harry as he swayed back in forth, passing out. He watched in fascination as the little Potter rapidly grew out of his robes and into a seventeen-year-old wizard.

"Come along, Mister Potter." Snape took off his cloak and wrapped Harry in it, before he picked him up cradling him in his arms. "I'm going to take you home, Harry." With a 'pop', they were gone.