Chapter 2: Unexpected Turns

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace and into a room that was definitely not in the Burrow. It was dark, and the room smelled like rotting animals. Harry couldn't see very much, but he could tell that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He reached into his pocket to grab his wand, but it wasn't in his pocket.

"Damn. That's what I get for using my wand to make dinner. I forget it on the counter." He said, searching all of his pockets, just incase. It wasn't in any of them.

"This has got to be a trap." Harry said, looking around in the darkness.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" He called, trying to find someone who could tell him where he was.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, someone is here." A voice replied softly.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Harry shouted.

Harry was turning in all directions, trying to figure out which way the voice had come from, which had sounded like it had come from every direction. A cloaked figure came from one side of the room, and stopped a few feet from Harry.

"Voldemort." Harry said simply.

"Harry Potter. So good of you to join us." Voldemort replied.

"What am I doing here?" Harry said, silently wishing he had his wand.

"You'll find out soon enough. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment. I have finally captured the Famous Harry Potter, and he is helpless and unable to fight me." Voldemort said, now walking slowly in a circle around Harry.

"Who would have thought it would have been this simple to capture 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'? I thought it would have taken a lot more than this, but my advisors assured me that you would fall for the bait and go to help your 'friend-in-need'." Voldemort continued.

"What do you want with me? I'm done with you now, I have a family." Harry said, thinking about Hermione.

"Ah, yes. The little Mudblood and your … child. Yes, we know all about them." Voldemort said, "Don't worry, you don't have the burden of them anymore."

"What? What are you talking about?" Harry said, becoming more and more scared.

"Crabbe, McNair, take him away. Number 513." Voldemort said, tossing one of the masked Death Eaters an old key. The two Death Eaters came up behind Harry and grabbed him, pulling him towards another hallway. Harry struggled as much as he could, but Crabbe and McNair were just too strong for him to take on by himself.

"They'll come find me!" he shouted, "They'll realize I'm gone and start looking for me."

As Harry was dragged away, all he could hear was the sound of McNair and Crabbe's steps, and Voldemort's cruel laughter getting farther and farther away.

At the same time:

Hermione was sitting in the living room, waiting for Harry to return. She had turned on the television, so she wouldn't be bored out of her mind while waiting. It was near midnight now, and Harry had said he would be back in time to go for dinner. Something wasn't right. She went over to the fireplace to call Ron at the Burrow. When she called, Ron was sitting on the couch, reading a book on Quidditch.

"Hey Hermione, what's up?" he said, closing his book and setting it down.

"I was just wondering if I could talk to Harry, he's been gone awhile now and I would like him to come home." She said, looking past Ron to see if Harry was there.

Ron looked confused, "Harry... why would Harry be here?"

"Because you ... you called him. About breaking up with Beth. Right?" Hermione said, starting to look scared.

"No. I haven't even broken up with Beth. Not yet at least." He said.

"Oh God..." said Hermione, "Ron, something is wrong. Harry left over 5 hours ago, to go to your house because you called him about breaking up with Beth."

"Alright, I'll contact the Ministry right away, and then I'll come over." Ron said.

Hermione just nodded, tears starting to form in her brown eyes.

"Don't worry, Hermione. We'll find him." Ron said, before saying good-bye and leaving to contact the Ministry.