SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Harry coughed and spluttered as he opened his eyes. He could taste fresh blood in his mouth. Everything was swimming in and out of focus. Harry blinked a couple of times, setting his contacts in place. He squinted through the darkness. He was in a small stone room, with only a tiny, barred window. He was tied to a chair, bound with ropes. Harry could hear the drip drip of water...or blood. He looked down and saw a large tear in his shirt and a gash across his side. Blood was dropping to the floor, making a small puddle. Harry groaned as his head throbbed. He struggled with his bindings, but found it useless. Just then, a door directly across from him opened. Harry held his breath, waiting for his scar to sear with pain. Two men entered. They were large and worse masks. Red a black the were more like ski masks. They entered the room and stepped to the side, allowing a woman to step forward. Harry couldn't see who it was. She had a mask covering her face. It glittered whenever the light from the window hit it. She had short black hair that...that curled up behind her ears. Harry felt a sense of foreboding as the door closed behind the woman. She took a few slow steps forward, her high heels clicking against the stone floor. She reached up and slowly lowered her mask. Harry shook his head.

"No..." He said quietly. Abby smiled back at him, her lip crooked with delight. Harry shook his head.

"No..." He repeated. Abby put on a fake innocent look.

"Oh, but it is me, Harry. Poor little Abby. Traumatized as a child...horrors as a teen...broken hearted as a woman." She laughed. This wasn't the soft, delicate laugh Harry remembered. This laugh made his skin crawl.

"Join Voldemort?" He spat. Abby snorted with laughter. She sighed and took a few more steps forward.

"Voldemort knows nothing of me." She said quietly. Harry pursed his lips.

"You broke my heart, Harry. Went traipsing around with that blonde bimbo." Abby sighed as she withdrew her wand and slid the tip along Harry's cheek.

"I believe it was you who did the heart breaking. Guess I'm lucky for it now though." Harry spat. Abby became livid. She straightened and snapped her fingers. The steel door flew open once again. Two more masked men came through, holding someone. Someone that was struggling. Abby stepped aside and let Harry see who was there. Meagan was being restrained by the two men, tears rolling down her face. She caught site of Harry.

"Harry!" She screamed. Abby turned to Harry.

"It appears the tables have turned..." She said coyly. Harry felt a rush of panic.

Harry felt the breath disappear from his lungs and the tears well up in his eyes as he stared at Meagan. One of the men was holding her firmly by the hair, while the other had her arms restrained. Tears were rolling down Meagan's face. Her makeup was smearing and she was taking short gasps of breath. Harry shook his head and turned back to Abby.

"You're sick and you're twisted!" He said, trying to force his sobs down. Abby smiled.

"No...I'm disappointed. Here I thought we could be together...forever. I could've been everything you wanted but you had to go and fall in love with some blonde tramp!" Abby spat. Harry felt fear rising in him. Abby was dead serious.

"I'll kill the little beauty first and then move on to you...my lost love." She said, murder in her voice. Harry looked at Meagan. She had her eyes closed as the tears rolled down her face. Harry turned back to Abby.

"Keep me and let her go." He said shakily. Abby stared at him, shocked. Meagan's eyes flickered open.

"No, Harry!" She screamed. Harry shook his head. He was staring at Abby.

"I'll stay with you...forever. Just let her go." He choked. Abby was looking at him like she was considering this. Meagan was struggling with the guards.

"No, Harry!" She shrieked. A coy smile twisted across Abby's face.

"You'll have to stay with me forever Harry. Do what I say, do what I want. You'll never see any of your precious little friends, every again..." She said, hunger in her voice. Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek.

"I will, but only if you let Meagan go...unharmed." He said, holding back the rush of emotion that was threatening to overcome him. Abby smiled at him, one eyebrow raised.

"It appears we have an arrangement. Daniels, Flitchney, remove the girl." She spat. The two men carried Meagan kicking and screaming from the room.

"No! Harry!" Was the last thing Harry heard from her. He felt the tears rolling down his face now as Abby turned back to him.

"You're mine now Harry...forever." She laughed. Harry felt the bottom of his stomach drop. His only reassuring feeling was that Meagan was safe...or was she?

Harry felt pain surge through his side as the bindings were cut and he was pulled to his feet. His arms were held tightly by the guards. Abby smiled viciously as she led them out of the room, the click of her high heels echoing in Harry's head.

"Black's really not your color." He muttered, referring to Abby's hair.

There was a snort of laughter.

"Better than blonde." She said dryly. Harry didn't know why, but he wanted to anger her.

"I dunno...I kinda like the golden hair draping across my bare chest when I wake up in the morning." He spat, referring to all those times Meagan had slept over. He knew that their relationship was purely plutonic at the moment, but Abby didn't. Abby stopped for a minute and seemed to shake with anger. Then, she continued on her way, leading them down a series of tunnels...all stone. Abby finally stopped at the end of the hall, a steel door. She pushed it open and stepped aside as Harry was dragged into the room. A light was flicked on. This room had no windows. There was a bed, a desk and a barred fireplace. Harry was sure the bars were to keep anyone from using floo powder to get into the room. Harry was throw forward, smacking his head on the concrete.

"I'll be back later my love..." Abby laughed before she and the goons left. There was a click, that indicated to Harry the door had been locked. He didn't have his wand. It was in his duffle bag which he had dropped when he was attacked. He groaned and got to his feet. The bleeding from his side was slowly. Harry immediately set to work trying to find a way out of the hell hole. He crouched down, his ear pressed against the stone wall. Harry could hear the chatter of birds outside. These walls couldn't be very thick! Harry examined the wall carefully. He noticed something. There were small cracks in between the bricks. A small amount of lights came through. Harry sighed and peered through the hole. All he saw was some green grass. This was his only hope...his only chance of escape. Harry bit his lip as he looked around the room. The desk...no...the fireplace? No... Harry's eyes fell on the bed. He tried to remember something...anything that might be useful. His thoughts wandered to his time with the Dursley's. All those times Harry had been under his bed to pry up that loose floorboard. It was always a bother. His hair would usually catch on those metal strips that held up his mattress..there was nothing-...Harry stopped and thought about it. Those metal strips! They were skinny and strong. The ends were sharp... Harry nodded. That was his best hope. But what if this bed didn't have them? Harry dove under the bed, laying on his back, looking at the underside of the frame.

Harry peered at the underside of the bed and let out a gasp of relief. The metal strips were part of this particular bedframe. He carefully undid the springs and loosened the strip. With a mighty tug, it came off. For some reason, Harry pocketed the now useless springs and crawled out from under the bed, clutching the metal strip. Harry took a few gasping breaths, realizing the pain in his side was slowly worsening. After a minute, he shuffled across the room to the wall. Harry began to pick at that little hold with the tip of the metal strip. After about half an hour, Harry had accomplished a great deal. He had torn away all the concrete between two of the bricks. In all reality, that was hardly any, but he felt proud of himself for some strange reason. And then he heard it. The distant click of high heels on concrete. Harry felt a surge of panic. He looked around hastily for something to block the light that was streaming through the small gap. As the footsteps became louder, Harry tore off a piece of his shirt. He shoved it in the hole, blocking the lights. Hastily, he swept away the pebbles and slipped the metal strip in between the two mattresses. He climbed onto the bed and laid spread eagle as the footsteps came closer. Harry closed his eyes as he heard the click of a lock and the squeak of the door on his hinges.

"Waiting for me my love?" Abby laughed. Harry felt a surge of anger.

"Hoping death will come quickly." Harry spat. Abby's face fell and she made her way across the room.

"Yes, well, I could mend that itty bitty scratch if you asked nicely." She said sweetly. Harry raised his head and spat on her.

"I'll never ask you for anything!" He growled. Abby became infuriated and made her way towards the door.

"Don't be so sure." She said nastily, before slamming and locking the door.

1 WEEK LATER

Harry gasped in pain from his side as he slid the metal strip back and forth like a saw, chipping away at the concrete. Once he got this side done, he would have removed one brick. Harry's clothes were stained with blood. He was sure that whatever it was that caused that gash in his side, had nicked an organ. Harry felt his stomach flop as he flinched with pain again. He wouldn't ask Abby to mend it, that's just what she wanted. All week, she had had him pinned to the wall, kissing him. Harry just screwed his eyes shut and didn't concentrate. He didn't enjoy it...he hated it. He wanted to make sure that Abby knew that. Knew that he hated her touch and that she knew he hated her. Harry glanced at his watch. It wasn't the watch Abby had given him so many years ago, it was one he had received from Meagan. It was the dead of night, Abby wouldn't be around till morning. Harry finally pulled the metal strip out and rested it on the floor. He put both his hands against the brick and pushed. He felt something pulling in his side, but ignored it. After a minute, the brick shifted. Harry stopped pushing and gasped for breath. He pushed on the brick again. It shifted again. Harry was determined. He brought his leg up and pushed his foot against the brick. There was a clattering as Harry's foot became lodged in the spot where the brick had been. Harry listened carefully and heard a distant clatter. That was much too long before a reaction. Harry peered through the large hold and felt his stomach drop. There was nothing there. Harry saw a field, about twenty feet below. The grass he had seen...the grass that had seemed in someway distant, was perched on a hall a little ways away. Harry felt his heart drop. Twenty feet was a long way to drop...Then, he heard it. The click of high heels on concrete. Harry glanced desperately at his watch. It was night, Abby wasn't supposed to be there! Harry hastily leaned against the hole, trying to hide it. He kicked the metal strip under the bed. Just as it slid under the bed skirt, there was a click of a lock and the door opened. Harry was trying to slow his breaths as he saw the billowing black robes and then Abby's face. She was scanning the room and her eyes finally found him. She looked at him for a minute, curiosity on her face. The door closed behind Abby as she made her way across the room.

"What exactly are you doing down there?" She asked. Almost as if his mind were on fast forward, Harry had a plan. He sighed and bowed his head.

"I can't deny it any more Abby...I've tried for so long, but I just can't deny it." He sighed, trying to sound ashamed. Abby stared at him. Was he...?

"What are you talking about?" She asked suspiciously. Harry sighed.

"I..I still love you. I tried to deny it, tell myself it wasn't true, but it is." He said, trying to manage the anger he felt for himself. Abby was staring at him, wide eyed.

"What?" She gasped. Harry looked up. He nodded. He brought his hand up and rested it on Abby's cheek. He felt a surge of disgust as he leaned forward to kiss her. Abby sighed happily and leaned forward too...

Harry could feel Abby's warm breath on his lips. Their mouths were getting closer and closer. Harry wrapped his arms around her and glanced one last time at the door. It was now, or never. Just as their lips were about the connect, Harry rolled, still clutching Abby. The surprised captor gasped, dropping her wand. Harry quickly grabbed it, feeling the pain surge through his side. He pointed it at Abby.

"Don't move...don't speak..." He warned. Abby had fear in her eyes as she followed the wand. Harry muttered something and Abby was gagged and bound with cords. Harry turned to the small hole in the wall and muttered something. The bricks started to shift and one by one, they fell to the ground. There was now a large hole in the wall. Abby was trying to scream through the gag, but it was muffled and utterly pointless. Harry crawled across the floor to the hole, not noticing the trail of blood he was leaving. He peered out of the hole and realized where he was. Harry was very near the muggle airport. If he could get out of this building...get out of this shield that prevented him from disapparating, he could get back. Harry grabbed Abby by her cords and pulled her over to the hole. Abby's screech was muffled, but Harry heard it.

"I want you in Azkaban." He spat. Blood sprayed from Harry's mouth. It appeared his side injury was worse than he thought. Harry shrugged it off and scrambled to the edge. He took a deep breath and jumped, taking Abby with him. They both screamed, but with a loud pop, they were gone. Harry was out of the building, so therefore, out of the shield. They disappeared...or rather, disapparated.

HARRY AND SHANE'S FLAT

Sirius was standing in the middle of the living room, pacing. He was biting his lip so hard it was bleeding.

"It's just so-" He began, turning to Shane, Anna, Lupin and Meagan. Just then, there was screaming and something very heavy landed on Sirius. He fell to the ground.

"What the bloody hell?" He roared. Just then, there were screams from everyone else in the living room. Sirius looked up and saw the pale face of Harry.

"Hey..." He choked, blood spilling out of his mouth.

"Oh my god!" Sirius yelled. He quickly scrambled out from beneath Harry and saw that he wasn't alone. Abby was beside him, bound and gagged. Meagan had jumped up from the couch and was kicking Abby in the stomach. Tears were spilling down Meagan's face as she was restrained by Shane and Anna. Sirius hurried to Harry and turned him over. There was a steady stream of blood emerging from the corner of Harry's mouth and Sirius saw the gouge in his side. Harry's face was pale and his hands were shaking. It took everything out of him when he had apparated with Abby. Sirius gripped Harry's hands tightly as Lupin hurried over.

"Oh Jesus..." Lupin muttered as he ripped Harry's shirt open to examine the wound. Harry's abs were contracting as he fought to take breaths.

Abby was laying on the floor, unconscious and Shane was fighting to keep a hold of Meagan as she struggled to get to Harry. Sirius looked down at his pale godson. Harry was taking shallow, sharp intakes of breath.

"Sirius..." He choked. Sirius squeezed Harry's hands tighter.

"Don't worry kiddo..." He said shakily. Lupin finished examining Harry.

"We have to get him to a hospital." He said quietly. Sirius nodded. With a loud pop, they disapparated with Harry. Anna and Meagan were next. Shane stayed so he could take Abby to the Ministry of Magic. His thoughts were on his paining friend.

Sirius, Lupin, Meagan and Anna waited anxiously in the hospital waiting room. Harry had disappeared with a bunch of doctors forty five minutes before and they had heard nothing. There was a loud pop and Sirius looked up to see Shane standing there, along with the first string of the England National Quidditch team. No one was smiling. Everyone was silent as they slumped into the hard plastic chairs. After a few more minutes, a man in billowing white robes appeared. He glanced down at his chart.

"Mr..Black?" He called. Sirius stood up quickly.

"I am..." He said hoarsely. The doctor gave a nod.

"You are Mr Potter's parent?" He asked. Sirius nodded again. The doctor smiled.

"He's sort of out of it, but you can see him now if you like...one at a time though." He chuckled, glancing around at everyone. Sirius shot Meagan and bracing look and hurried after the doctor, who was retreating quickly.

Sirius stepped into a darkened room. The doctor pointed to the bed and then left the room. Sirius hesitated as he saw Harry lying still in the bed. He bit his lip, but relaxed a little when Harry's head lifted an inch or so off the pillow.

"Sirius?" He croaked. Sirius nodded and hurried to Harry's bedside. He grasped Harry's hand tightly, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"How you feeling kiddo?" Sirius asked shakily. Harry shrugged.

"Sore...tired. Did Megs make it back okay?" He asked, sounding as if he were talking from a distance. Sirius could see tears brimming in his godson's eyes.

"Yeah...yeah, she's fine." He said reassuringly. Harry nodded, taking a quivering breath. His head fell back on the pillow and he blinked his tears away. Sirius noticed him flinch.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly. Harry shook his head.

"Damn contacts...had them in for a week." He muttered. Sirius sighed and gave a nod. He extracted something from his pocket and handed them to Harry. His glasses.

"You brought them?" Harry croaked. Sirius nodded.

"Well...not on purpose." He said absent mindedly. After a few awkward moments of Harry removing his contacts, he slipped his glasses back on. Sirius noticed Harry's eyelids drooping.

"You okay kiddo?" He asked uncertainly. Harry nodded. Sirius noticed his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out.

"I'm just a little..." Harry trailed off. Sirius watched as Harry's head lolled to one side and his eyes closed. Sirius felt a surge of panic. He jumped up and nearly knocked the doctor over, who was standing behind him.

"He...he...he..." Sirius stumbled, pointing at Harry. The doctor chuckled softly.

"He's on a heavy dose of medications and painkillers which will make him extremely drowsy." He explained. Sirius felt a wave of relief as he sank back into the chair and watched Harry sleep.

After Harry had been asleep for about fifteen minutes, Sirius left the room. He went into the now packed waiting room. The second string for the quidditch team had showed up, as well as the manager, Tim Gregory. Ron and Hermione were there, along with some other people. Sirius tapped Meagan lightly on the shoulder. Her face was buried in her hands. She stood up quickly and looked at him.

"You can go see him." Sirius said softly. A fresh wave of tears came over Meagan and she nodded. They all watched as she tore from the waiting room and into Harry's room. Meagan's steps faltered as she stepped into the dark hospital room. Harry was still asleep. Meagan slowly walked towards the bed and slipped into the chair that had been previously occupied by Sirius. Harry was laying on his side now, facing Meagan. She ran a finger down his cheek and sighed as a fresh wave of tears came. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Harry's. When she leaned back, she saw Harry's eyes slowly opening. He smiled when he finally saw her. His smile was energy consuming and faint, but it was still there.

"Hey Megs..." He said in barely more than a whisper. Meagan started sobbing and her head rested on the bed. Harry sighed rested a weak hand on her back. Slowly, the sobs stopped and Meagan lifted her head.

"You are so stupid!" She choked. Harry shook his head.

"I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you, because of me." He said firmly. Meagan tried to wipe away the tears, but it was useless.

"Baby, I'm okay, really." Harry said, his voice quivering. Meagan stared at him.

"I love you so much and I was so worried." She said quietly. Harry looked at her thoughtfully.

"I know you were worried and Megs?" Harry asked, his eyelids starting to droop once again. Meagan bit her lip and nodded.

"I love you too..." Harry murmured before drifting off to sleep once again. Meagan sighed and tried to wipe away the tears. She once again failed, so kissed Harry's forehead...

1 WEEK LATER

Harry's week had been filled with 'get wells' and 'oh, you look so much better's. Most of it was just a blur to the emerald eyed, raven haired boy. Most of it... As Harry sat on the edge of his hospital bed, tying up his runners, he thought about the conversations he had had with Meagan and Sirius. For some reason, they made him smile. Harry shook his head and tightened his lace. He lowered his foot to the floor and stood. Harry had to grab the bed for support. He was really dizzy and everything was spinnning.

"Relax..." He said under his breath. Harry closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. When he opened his eyes and took a few steps forward, he was fine. Harry picked up his black jacket and slipped it on. He slowly left the room, going into the hall. Meagan smiled when she saw him. She hurried forward.

"You okay?" She asked gently, noticing the look of concentration on Harry's face. He bit his lip and gave a nod. Meagan sighed and rested a hand on his back as they made their way towards the waiting room. Sirius jumped up when he saw Harry and hurried forwards to help. Harry raised one of his hands.

"I'm - okay." He said calmly. Sirius hesitated, then gave a nod. He took a step back.

"Ready?" Meagan asked. Harry felt a sickening feeling in his stomach as he remembered the circ'umcstances of his last apparation. He weakly gave a nod and held Meagan's hand firmly. She noticed the expression on his face and rested a hand on his cheek.

"It's okay..." She said gently. Harry looked at her...her comforting expression and gave a nod. She, Harry and Sirius then apparated back to the flat.

Harry, Meagan and Sirius arrived in the living room. Harry felt sick to his stomach and he was very pale. He was quite sure he would never apparate ever again.

"Into bed..." Sirius said gently, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry nodded and shuffled down the hall. Halfway there, everything started to spin. Harry tried to tell himself to relax, but it wasn't working. Everything was spinning and Harry was having a hard time catching his breath. By now, he had stopped walking. Meagan glanced down the hall and saw Harry just standing there. She watched it horror as he dropped to his knees.

"Harry!" She yelled, rushing forwards. Sirius followed. By now, Harry was face down on the floor. Sirius rolled him over. Harry had beads of sweat on his brow and he was taking short gasps of breath.

"I'm - okay." He said weakly. Sirius snorted.

"Like hell you are! Meagan, help me with him..." He said, grabbing Harry under the arm. Meagan did the same thing and they lifted Harry to his feet. They dragged him into his bedroom and rested him on the bed. Sirius muttered something, waved his wand and Harry was out of his clothes and laying there in his boxers. Meagan saw the bandage on his side and had to look away. Sirius muttered something else and Harry lifted off the bed and floated underneath the covers.

"Just rest..." Sirius said quietly. When Harry woke up, the room was dark. He glanced out the window and saw the moon hanging low in the sky. He sighed and took his glasses from the nightstand. He slipped them on his nose and sat up. Harry smiled. Meagan was laying next to him...fast asleep. Harry bent down and kissed the top of her head, before sliding out of bed. He took a few staggering steps, and stopped.

"Relax...just relax..." He muttered. After a moment, he was fine. Harry slowly opened his bedroom door and slipped into the hall way. There were no lights on, except for the kitchen light. It only cast a small beam into the hall. Harry shuffled through the apartment and found himself in the living room. He gave a faint smile. Christy was tucked under a mess of blankets on the couch. He shuffled over to the sleeping girl and sat down. Christy stirred and opened her eyes a little.

"Harry?" She mumbled. Harry smiled.

"Come on sweetie, back to sleep." He sighed, sprawling out on the couch with Christy. The little girl closed her eyes and rested against Harry's t-shirt. Harry grabbed a fleece blanket from the armchair and draped it over himself. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Harry..."

Harry stirred, but kept his eyes closed. He felt a soft hand on his cheek.

"Come on baby..."

Harry groaned and his eyes flickered open. He was still wearing his glasses. Meagan was crouched down beside the couch, watching Harry and Christy. Harry looked down and saw Christy fast asleep against his chest.

"Come on baby...I have to get your little princess to daycare." Meagan laughed. Harry rolled his eyes and sat up. He helped wake Christy up and then sighed as they left the room...

TWO WEEKS LATER

Harry felt a pang of nervousness as he hovered near the England goal posts. He hadn't played a game of quidditch in weeks. Harry glanced around at the opposing team, dressed in green...Ireland. He knew he had to catch the snitch. While he was missing, they had played a game without him and won, though no thanks to Aaron. Apparently, the team had scored two hundred points and Spain only had twenty when their seeker caught the snitch. It was a lucky break. If they wanted to make it to the cup, they couldn't loose. Harry shot forward on his broom, his eyes darting around as he searched for the tiniest glint of gold. Then, Harry saw the Irish seeker dive. Harry looked frantically around and noticed the seeker glancing up at him, waiting. Harry chuckled to himself. Glancing up only made the Wronski Feint useless.

"HARRY!" Danny yelled, pointing at the Irish seeker. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. He made a motion with his arm that indicated diving and then pulling up. Danny sighed and sped off. The Irish seeker pulled out of his dive, a little bummed. He was sure he could trick Harry. Harry zoomed around the pitch, making circles. He was looking, looking...then, Harry saw it! The tiniest glint of gold. He tore off towards the Ireland goal posts. Bludgers were shot towards them, but Harry weaved his way in and out of them. The Irish chasers even tried to sandwich Harry, but he ducked and they smashed into each other. Harry could hear the panicked breaths of the Irish seeker behind him. The snitch was a little ways down and Harry was heading straight for the goalpost. He thought quickly and raised his fists. He slammed them down onto the handle of the broom and immediately dropped a few feet. There were gasps from the crowd as Harry wrapped his fingers around the snitch and the Irish seeker smashed head long into the goalpost. Harry felt a rush of happiness as his team mates smacked into him, cheering, like the rest of the crowd.