Kevins8: hey. this is my first long chapter and its written to make up for the long time i didn't write. what can i say? i'm lazy. anyway, the holidays took all my excuses away so here it is. hope u like it and merry christmas

Chapter 1

Harry Potter?

"Voices…"

"…sure? But that can't be!"

"…assure you it is."

"…but he's a muggle…"

" …Potter was a muggle too you know…"

"… but this isn't…"

"So blurry… Where am I?" After blinking several times, I managed to open my eyes. I had to close them almost immediately as they met the glare of the outside light. After several more tries, my eyes finally adjusted and I could finally see where I was. At first, I saw nothing but white but then I recognized some black blotches in the background, which later turned out to be men in black robes. They looked like people going trick treating except Halloween was still three months away.

"Oh bloody hell, I've been kidnapped" Was the first thing that came through my mind.

After the initial shock when waking up, I tried figuring out how to get out of this mess. I didn't think this is a dream but I pinched myself several times just to make sure. That didn't work and only ended up in drawing blood.

"Gosh, I should really consider cutting my nails" I cursed myself. I've been kidnapped and the first thing that came to my mind was my nails.

"Goddamn it, focus!" I tried raising my head a little to study my surroundings. Now that my eyes were more adjusted to the light, I could start making out the room. They were at least eight men in black robes besides me and another two on a far door by the corner. Most of the room was decorated with an odd jumble of posters & objects and a bookshelf on my side of the wall seemed to be the only furniture in it. As these thoughts were going through mine mind, one of the black robed men finally seemed to realize I was awake and started yelling at the others.

I tensed. "This is it." I thought. "Get ready and hope those karate lessons will finally pay off. Ah, who am I kidding, I'm dead!"

The black robed figure that originally shouted out was now practically standing right above me. This was my chance. I did a high kick from the ground and heard a satisfying yell of pain as my foot connected to the man's groin. It might have been unethical but hell, who cares in a time like this? The other black robed men saw this and quickly started to surround me, blocking me off on all sides. Well, they asked for it. I swiftly got up and tried punching the man nearest to me. I heard some people yelling something at me from the background but I didn't get a single word. Left hook, right hook, I attacked with a hidden strength born out of desperation. I was actually doing pretty well, but then everything fell apart doing my next move. My sensei would have had my head if he saw what I did next. I was terrible at doing kicks in karate because my toes were never bent when kicking. It drove my sensei crazy and I really didn't see the point of it till now. As I tried to drive a sidekick in a man's stomach, he dodged and I ended up kicking the wooden bookshelf behind him. I heard an ominous crack as my toes broke under the pressure. It took a full second for my nerves to register the pain but when it did, it was all I could do to stop myself from screaming. Anyway, it ended up with me in a really weird position where I was jumping around on one foot and still trying to punch anyone who got close to me.

"Strikious"

One of the black robbed figures raised out a short rod, shouted something and suddenly, I couldn't move. I just stood still, none of my muscles responding to the frantic messages from my brain. What was going on? I would have yelled in surprise if I could have moved my mouth. Because I wasn't able to move, it gave me time to inspect the devastation I managed to create. Six of the black robed figures were on the ground groaning and part of the room was completely in shambles. I didn't escape without injury either. My body was covered with cuts and bruises and blood was flowing out of a nasty gash on my lip. Suddenly, the door on the edge of the door opened and out stood another black robed figure. It was a man with a mustache. He seemed to be the leader of the gang. It was the way that he carried himself when he walked that made him stand out. He took one sweep at the room and me standing in the middle of it before starting shouting at one of the black robbed figures. They got into a long discussion and when it was over, I heard the figure with the mustache mutter something about muggles and violence. He slowly advanced on me, his gaze never dropping for a second. His eyes seemed to bore into mine and I got this really weird feeling of being x-rayed. When he reached me, he shouted something to the back. Someone behind him muttered something and I found that I could move again.

" Don't worry, we're not here to hurt you. Please don't force us to tie you up the muggle way for I assure you that will be most uncomfortable. My name is Conerlius Fudge. I'm just going to ask you a few questions. Now please sit down."

I turned around and somehow a chair popped out of nowhere. This was definitely creepy but I was outnumbered and outmatched so I sat down.

"What's your name?" Conelius had a warm voice that gave the people the impression of a loving uncle but something about it made me feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to reflect puzzlement and deep down, I thought I saw something that looked like fear.

"Shean Lan" I muttered. There wasn't anything else I could do. I'm stuck sitting here until my chance comes. I was still mystified from what happened earlier and had to find out what it was before trying something again. My line of thought was disturbed as Conelius asked another question.

"Now Shean my boy, what do you think of magic?"

"Magic? What do you mean? It doesn't exist. Everything related to it just optics and cheap trucks." Now I was truly confused. These men kidnapped me and dragged me over here just to ask me about magic? When I finished answering, I heard several whispers in the background. I was trying to eavesdrop on what they were saying but it was no use. All I caught was that phrase "muggles" again. This was the second time I heard that word and wondered if it was some kind of code.

"Do you know anything about a boy named Harry Potter?" Cornelius's voice seemed very tense know and all the whispering suddenly stopped.

"Harry Potter?"

Meanwhile, 1000 miles across the world, Harry Potter was bored stiff with nothing to do. Despite the fact that Voldemort was rising to power, Dumbledore still preferred Harry to live in the Dursleys and Dumbledore knew best. The Dursleys were now staying away from Harry after several threats from a giant of man threatening to turn them all into frogs. It was getting late and Harry was just starting to do his transformation homework, an essay about wand motions required to turn a porcupine into a sofa. Suddenly, his scar started twitching. It lasted for less than a second but it was enough for Harry to stop what he was doing and spill an ink container. His scar has been hurting a lot of times now this summer and he was almost used to it but this time, it was different. It wasn't pain or an emotion from Voldemort, but something else. It felt like the feeling Harry got whenever he was near Dumbledor, warm, comforting, but more intense and deep. It felt disturbing yet comforting and touched some inner emotion within Harry that he never knew existed. That was the only way to describe it. Harry, after spending several fruitless minutes trying to recapture the feeling got out four new parchments and a quill. He started writing a letter to Sirus, Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione hoping one of them could give him an answer to what just happened. After Harry was done writing, Hedwig arrived in his room just on cue clutching a dead mouse in his talons.

"Common, Hedwig, I have some letters for you" Harry gave the letters to Hedwig and after stroking her affectionately, he send her on her way. Harry looked out the window and watched until Hedwig became a tiny speck on the horizon before turning away. Harry then flung himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling, as if hoping that it would give him some kind of answer to his dilemma.

"Dinner" yelled a raspy voice from downstairs.

Harry ignored it and went straight to bed. He didn't feel like eating right now. Besides, dinner just meant another silent meal with the Dursleys looking at him as if he was a monster, ready to gobble them up any moment. With a sigh, Harry fell into a restless sleep hoping Hedwig would hurry with the letters.

kevins8: so what do u think? i was i kinda a rush finishing this because i have to pack so they might be a few errors. so far, i've finished this story in 3h spilling 2 pops, falling on the stairs once and falling outside two times. writing is a violent buisness specially with all this ice. when i'm bored or can't think, i got outside to think and when i go outside i fall. anyway, plz review and tell me if i should continue