Chapter 3; Flight. Fright, and Fight

Harry grumbled. He sneered at Patterson with every ounce of hate in
him.

Patterson was nothing more then a murdering lunatic. Nothing more.
Suddenly, a loud ring filled the air. With a sigh, Patterson took out a small black cell phone and spoke into the receiver.

"This is, Patterson!" he said earnestly, in a very formal, business like voice. "Ah Mr. Reckter...I'm in my car!"

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN YOUR CAR!" Harry heard the cold d voice from the phone shout; Walker had literally jumped out of his seat.

"Well, no, we couldn't have waited," Patterson continued, "Permission to speak my mind, but I think you have a problem with your brain being missing....sir!!"
Patterson chuckled, and placed the phone back in his jacket. "How rude!" He smirked, "He hung up on me!"

"Are you working for Voldemort?" Harry cocked an eyebrow.

Patterson landed the car, took out his wand and pointed it at Harry's head. Harry could almost see a severed look of panic in his eyes, but it vanished quickly when he began to speak.

"Do not speak his name!" Patterson twitched. It was the first time Harry saw Patterson lose his cool.

"You're not afraid are you?" Harry smiled daringly. He felt a savage feeling of enjoyment in the pit of his stomach.

"No I'm not afraid!" he shouted defensively. He took several deep breaths, as though he had just realized his tone, and continued in calm, and crisp voice, "Oh yeah....just so you don't know where we are taking you ugh....close your eyes!"

"No!"

"You can't say I didn't warn you."

A jolt of hot red light zoomed through Harry's face; it was dark...he was blind!

"WHAT THE-"

"No... No..." He heard Patterson's voice chuckle. "It's not permanent...oh wait maybe it is Daniel-Oh Dan... you're asleep aren't you? Well...that sucks-"

"I'm not asleep!" Walker groaned.

"Oh go kiss a tree!" Patterson snorted

"Why would I kiss a tree? Don't tell me you're running out of insults, Jon!"

Harry spent most of the time trying to kick the car door open, but it was locked. After what seemed like hours, Patterson landed the car on the ground. Harry heard Patterson walked out of the car, and whisper something to Walker. This was his chance to escape!
Quietly and slowly, Harry stepped out of the car and took several paces forward.
He felt a hand close around his upper arm and hold him back. It was Patterson.

"We're in the forest, Potter," he whispered. "You ought to be more careful. Now, come along, lad! Daniel, lead the way!"

Patterson dragged Harry off through many trees and bushes.

After walking at least five miles, Harry's eyesight began to return. The thick branches made it almost impossible to see anything, but Walker, who led the way, seemed very determined in his stride.

Walker made a swift turn off the path; he was walking toward a tree.

"It's a tree!" Harry mumbled under his breath

Ignoring Harry, Walker took out his wand and tapped the tree 3 times; a strange inscription appeared on the tree's trunk.

"g—p˜°ï¾â€¢ˆ"I•ñ›w; Translate and you shall hear. Revenge is sweet, ﾁetis shell be mine"

"Vendicare il padre!" Walker shouted. The tree trunk opened like a elevator shaft. Inside was a large spiral staircase that led deep down, into pitch-black nothingness.

"It's an underground bunker..." Patterson nodded, urging Harry forward. "Go..."
Harry stepped into the bunker, looking back at Walker and Patterson, who both slammed the "door" behind him.

"HELLO?" he called...no answer. And with extreme fear, he slowly set forth down the stone cold staircase.

The bunker was dark, everything was gray or black, and everything was made of stone.
Harry's breaths were all that could be made out, through the eerie silence.
Cockroaches and cobwebs hanged from the walls, and bats swooped down from the ceiling. In spite of this though his only real fear running through Harry's head was tripping through one of the large spaces between each stair; the staircase didn't even have a railing. The whole feeling made Harry almost miss being in the company of Jonathan Patterson.

Harry had just realized his scar was giving off a terrible burning sensation, so terrible, Harry felt like he'd drop dead.

After what seemed like days, he reached the bottom of the steps. There was only one door ahead...only one place to go. The door opened on its own, and Harry stepped through it.

He looked up; a blue spotlight shined over him, suddenly people appeared from every corner...people he did not recognize...

They surrounded him like a bunch of hungry dogs circling a lone wolf...several smiles from the people sent shivers down Harry's spine...

A man stepped forward into the spotlight. The man's skin was waxy white had short white hair, which contrasted terribly with his black, lifeless eyes.

"Very good..." the man said. He spoke in a drawling, but booming voice. The sound was so cold, the man would have made Voldemort proud. "Yes....Jon and Daniel did it...despite their methods...and motives."

"And just who are you?" shouted Harry bravely, determined not to show this man any sign of weakness. But inside, his heart was beating in pure and utter fear.

"I smell your fear, Potter..."

"Really...Now that we're on a completely different subject... what does fear smell like...chicken? Ground beef? Butt?"

"Do not tempt old wizards, for they are impatient and quick to anger. I've been in hiding a long time, Potter...you probably have an idea how that feels!"

"I have an idea." Harry frowned; remembering Sirius, but only for a minute. Now was not the time to feed the stranger any thing about him. "And who are you?" he asked again.

"I am the sun, the leader, the follower, the messed up drunk, the avenger, the enemy, the friend, the man in the middle, the reformer, the murderer....I am whoever you say I am, Mr. Potter...but...they call me Barrack Reckter...you have something I want, Potter...the key to Evanidus...."

"What?"

"You know the locked door. In the department of Mysteries? The one that holds the power of nature...do you know who created that? I did..."

"You are...mad you know that? No one can just create-"

"Mad am I?" Reckter chuckled.

Reckter raised his palm. Suddenly, Harry was hovering high above the floor.

"Tom Riddle wants me to get a weapon," Reckter continued, "in exchange for a reward I could not refuse...You hold the key to the weapon, Mr. Potter...I am of course the only one who can operate it...I made it..."

Harry hit the ground with a thump and he yelped in pain.

"You know..." Harry said, clutching his injured leg painfully, "I've been hearing non-stop about that dammed key all day-"

BANG

An explosion of green flame ignited three inches from where Harry stood.
Harry dashed forward, out of the reach of erupting flame; until someone stepped in front of him, and seized him by the coller - was Reckter

"SPLIT UP!" Reckter ordered loudly, over the screams of terror coming from his followers, "LEAVE THE WOUNDED OR DEAD BEHIND!"
BANG, BANG

The ceiling began to crack, and fall down on some of the men. Reckter dragged Harry to the outskirts of the room and shouted once more, "ANY INJURED OR DEAD MAN YOU FIND, DO NOT TOUCH!"

People were screaming, pushing each other like drunken madmen, out of the room and up the stairs. A few of the men who were not dead, burned, or crushed under the bunker's wreckage, however, stayed and Reckter stayed as well. All of them had their wands pointed to the sky, waiting for someone to come hovering down upon them.

Dozens of masked men on broomsticks, dressed in black hoods and black cloaks came dashing down from the clouds, all of whom with wands in hand, gazing down upon Harry

The men in the sky landed on the ground gracefully.

All around them more masked men appeared, wands at ready.

"Stupify!" shouted three of the masked men, their wands were pointed directly at

Reckter's chest.

"ARELO-TUPIN!!" he shouted. The curse threw the men to the wall, blood exploded out of their chest; they were squealing sickly.

"Barrack!" shouted the voice of a masked man who stood behind Reckter - the voice of an old man. Harry recognized the voice. He had no idea how, though.
Reckter knew the voice. He seemed so frightened by it he let go of Harry and swerved around where the old man stood.

With a grunt, Harry cut clear across the room, and threw himself on the floor.

Harry glanced at Reckter. He was fighting the old man with great difficulty. A large gash of blood was cut across his face, and the old man seemed to be moving with a limp.
Harry got back to his feet and ran toward the exit. One of Reckter's goons spotted him.

"Imperio!" the man shouted

It was one of the Unforgivable Curses, a curse that would try and control your mind. Harry fought it, gritting his teeth in a great turmoil. Harry could hear a small voice in his head,

"Give up, lay down-"

"NO!"

"Stupefy!" shouted nearly five men in unison.

And with a snap, the man who had cast the Unforgivable Curse on Harry fell to the ground, and Harry felt as if the world had been lifted off his shoulders.

Without hesitation, Harry ran out the exit, and up the winding stairs.

"HARRY!" a man called from behind, Harry looked over his shoulder. It was one of the masked men.

"HARRY!" he shouted again.

The masked man, almost tripping over the stairs, jetted forward to where Harry stood. He took off his hood...it was Lupin.

"Professor?" Harry said, astounded, unsure whether or not he was hallucinating.

"Come on, lets go. Here." Lupin took a rock from his pocket and outstretched his hand, offering it to Harry. "Take the portkey now, Harry."
Harry narrowed his eyebrows suspiciously.

"I'm Lupin, I swear on my life...you'll be safe once you take the portkey."
Harry hesitantly took the portkey in his hand. The room began to spin until he was on the ground ...in a bedroom.

The cold was gone and the screams were gone... and Harry finally felt safe