Chapter 3

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Sirius and Remus were sitting in front of Dumbledore's desk with their heads bowed. The incident had happened about four hours ago but they had been found only 4 hours ago. Dumbledore was not in the office yet but neither of the men spoke a word to each other. Sirius felt horrible, this was all his fault, Harry had been caught because of him. He always had to do things his way, never stopping to think that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong.

Remus felt just as bad. The sight of Harry so scared, fighting to be free, kept playing through his mind. He couldn't save Harry, he was a wizard, and he couldn't save him. The doors opened and both men looked back to see Dumbledore marching towards them. He did not look happy in the slightest, there was no smile on his face, no twinkle in his eyes. They knew they were in for it when he did not sit down. He walked past them, turned around, watching the both of them closely. Sirius was the first to speak.

"I-"

"I do not want to hear it." Dumbledore growled. He was eyeing the two men before him as though he had never seen them before. "I told the both of you not to see him. I told you not to take him!" Your presence at that house alone was jeopardizing Harry's life!"

"How?" Sirius demanded. Why were they discussing this when Harry's life was on the line. They should be out looking for him, not sitting here on their thumbs, getting a lecture.

"I am not the only one looking for strange activity that might hint to where Harry is!" Death Eaters have been searching for him since the night Voldemort fell! They know the both of you were close to him, if they saw you, they'd know where to look! The Fidilus Charm makes it so if anyone intending to do Harry harm, even if Harry were standing right in front of them, he was appear invisible. And now, because of you not only do they have Harry, but if we are able to save him they will know where to look!" His voice rose dangerously for the first time since he had started to talk. Worry and anxiety were fighting with the anger on his face. Sirius and Remus bowed their heads.

"I have half the Ministry and the Order out looking for him. I have also alerted the Muggle Minister of his disappearance. Everyone is looking for him."

"Let us help!" Sirius said quickly getting to his feet.

"No. The two of you have done enough." He looked out the window with a sigh. "Your actions today were disappointing. I would have hoped that after 6 years of telling you know, you would have heeded my word. I know you thought what you were doing was right-"

"It was right!" Sirius shouted finally losing his temper. "You took Harry away from us, he was James' son and you took him away from the people who loved him!"

"We both thought we were right...but some of the worst things in the world have happened because they thought they were doing the right thing..."

Meanwhile...

Harry sat in a corner of a large empty stone room. He was hugging his knees as he looked around the dark room. Bars could be seen on the far door. He'd never been so scared in his life, he didn't know where he was, who the men were who grabbed him, or what was going to happen to him. He hugged his knees tighter and buried his face into them. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't, no matter how scared he was. Footsteps could be heard coming closer but he dare not raise his head. The steps stopped and he could feel the eyes of someone watching him.

"Up." Growled a male voice. Harry looked up, another man in a black cape with a white mask. "Up." He growled again and Harry got to his feet. "Very good Potter. Now come here."

Harry couldn't move. He was getting a horrible feeling form this man. Harry couldn't even bring himself to breath as he watched the tall figure before him. He made an impatient noise and unlocked the door, advancing on Harry, who tried to run around him. He was caught around his middle and swept off the ground. Harry struggled and called out.

"You damn little brat!" He yelled tossing Harry's small frame onto the ground. Harry hit his head of the stone floor and yelped.

"This is what defeated the Dark Lord?" Another man's voice, full of sarcasm, asked. Harry looked up to him, he too was adorned in the black cloak and white mask, but he could just make out the man's long whitish hair in the shadow of his hood. Harry wiped his eyes forcibly. "You're shaking Potter." He snickered pulling out his wand and twirling it in his hands.

Harry said nothing, though he knew tears where falling down his face, he was shaking, just waiting to see what this man was going to do to him.

"I am a Death Eater Potter. A servant of the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord you weakened six years ago." He smiled. "We can not find our Lord Potter but we will avenge him." His smile widened.

"I-" Harry tried to say something but nothing would come out. The man laughed.

"My, we are scared, aren't we?" He raised his wand a bit. "Tell me Harry, did those two idiots who had you, tell you what magic was?"

"They aren't idiot!" Harry heard a voice escape his mouth but it sounded nothing like his own.

"Apparently they did not teach you manners either." He raised his want to shoulder height. "Question MacNair, can a six year old boy stand the pain of Crucio?" The man who had thrown Harry to the floor chuckled.

"I don't know. We should see and let our Lord know just how long it takes a child to die under it."

So that's what they were going to do to him. He was going to die. Harry got up and started to run for the nearest door. He heard the blonde man shout Crucio and they next thing he knew was considerable pain. He knew he was no longer on his feet but he couldn't feel his body twitching and jerking on the cold stone floor wither. His high pitched screams echoed of the carved stone walls, the pain was lessoning, leaving his body in agony and the scar on his forehead searing.

"It would appear that 30 seconds is not long enough." He smiled, Harry scrambled to his feet and dove out the door, just missing the red sparks. He continued to run as he heard the man screaming for the others to catch him. He ran blindly through the stone corridors, his body screaming for him to stop, but he couldn't. Harry tripped and fell down the flight of stairs that laid before him, something cracked as he hit the sixth step, and landed in a head at the bottom. He cried out holding his arm, while at he same time trying to scoot behind an old rusted armour, to avoid the men chasing him. They ran by after a few seconds, he crawled out and ran the opposite way.

Harry had no idea where he how long he was running for but he could barely go another step. His body was in agony, his arm searing with pain, his vision going. He couldn't run forever, his body was giving out, he stumbled and his the ground. He tried to catch himself with his arms but his broken one gave out beneath him and his left cheek smashed onto the cement floor. He couldn't move as he felt overwhelming fear consume him. Tears were falling harder than ever as he realized that he was alone, he was going to die... He could barely see, shock taking over and dulling his senses.

"Mum...dad." He cried softly. He could hear footsteps walking at him. He tried to push himself up again but his good arm gave out beneath him as well. The steps were getting louder. "Sirius..." His tears were falling to the cold stone making small plip noises as the hit. "Remus...someone help me."

"Just for that Potter, I am going to draw this out." Came the eerie voice of the white haired man. "I do not like to run." Harry turned his green eyes up to the man's cold grey ones. He smiled at the fear in the child's eyes. "That's right Potter you are going to die now, just as you should have died 6 years ago." He pointed his wand down at him when a thundering crash sounded behind them. The man turned quickly to see what had happened, and disappeared on the spot. Harry who had laid his head back to the stone floor, awaiting his death, was barely conscious of the group that had burst through the large rotted doors.

"Harry!" Came a very concerned voice that Harry did not recognize. A very old man came into Harry's view looking extremely worried. "Harry can you hear me?"

"Yes..." he whispered trying to stay awake. The old man gathered him up and stood turning to the group. "See if you can find the others, I'm taking Harry to St. Mingo's." Harry lost consciousness at these words and fell limp in Dumbledore's arms.

Chapter 4: The last chapter of this story! What will happen? Will Dumbledore erase Harry's memories and send him back to the Dursley's? Will he allow him to stay with Remus and Sirius? Or will something else happen?