There are small differences from the books but any major events have stayed the same, the story will change points of view occasionally to warn you. On with the story…..

Harry woke up, his head pounding and just lay wherever he was. The aftereffects of the stunner were still with him. He was still going through the thought processes of what must have happened.

First he was port keyed where he didn't know. By whom? Well that was obvious, Voldemort. Now what to do next, wait a second, I was port keyed onto a stone floor, since when did stone floors get so soft?

Just as the realization hit him Harry heard a large cracking sound of what sounded like a gunshot.

Harry rolled over and his eyes flew open, right into the intense sunlight which temporarily blinded him.

Blinking several times and sitting up which shading his face with a hand he looked around and viewed his surroundings for the first time.

He was in a thick forest with undergrowth all around him, except for a break in the trees where the sun was shining down on him. He stepped out of the way of the suns rays and into the shade. That was much easier on the eyes.

The trees looked to be of the regular muggle variety, a deciduous forest. Containing oaks, elms and even some maple. Most were large and towering leading Harry to believe they where in an old growth area that hadn't been logged or set fire to in quite some time.

There were short bushes all over and he was actually leaning against a thorny bush, only realizing it when he put his arm nearly into it.

Wondering why he hadn't felt it before he looked down to first realize that he was now dressed, being that he was only in his knickers going to bed.

The clothing was a hunter orange, quite outstanding in a forest actually, however upon closer inspection he found the other side to be a camouflage pattern to fit right in.

Looking around he quickly turned out the clothes and put them back on, better to not be spotted until he knew exactly what was going on and what the sound earlier was.

Looking at where he first woke up he saw a small crate and upon opening it found a piece of parchment with his name written in blood red ink.

Opening it up his heart beat faster when he read on.

Dear Mr. Potter

I am pleased to inform you that you are now going to be part of the greatest show on earth, put on by yours truly Voldemort. Now there is a bonus to being my nemesis, you get access to a bit more information and materials. Now as for where you are, you are currently located in a national park in the middle of British Columbia, Canada. On the stroke of your birthday I had you and all of your classmates brought here to test out some of my new death eater recruits as well you have a chance to prove yourself and live through this, but there can only be three of you sorry to say. Now you and your classmates will fight each other and I know you are sneering in disgust and loathing right now and wondering just how I'm going to make you right? Well Mr. Potter you see the chain that your good friend Hermione sent you?

Harry stopped reading to feel the chain at his neck, only now instead of hanging loosely it was snug on his neck with no room between it. Finding this extremely suspect he read on:

It was not sent by her at all a gift from me really, with a mind charm on it to make the receiver think they got it from a good friend of the opposite gender of course. Now this is what will make you kill many a classmate, beside your own survival. If you fail to kill someone within 24 hours it will shrink choking you to death, most painful I assure you and not fitting for the savior of the world to die now is it? Anyways you are stuck in an area by clear walls, so that the wizarding and muggle world can both watch the demise of the losers, and the brutality of the victors. You have been provided with a muggle arm not many of the others were this lucky as well you will find some body armor to protect from some of the others, but it is limited. Finally a last bit of information, there is one deatheater right now hunting you all as you may have already heard. This deatheater must be the first to die, whoever kills a classmate before the death eater is dead will suffer death of their own. However after he is dead, its quite a free for all. Now good luck Mr. Potter make a good show, and I look forward to your death.

Just as Harry finished reading there was another ear splitting crack even closer than before.

Harry looked into the contents of the crate quickly putting on what he recognized to be a standard bullet proof vest on, under his shirt of course, as well investigating what his weapon would be.

Looking down he saw a muggle pistol as Voldemort had said there would be, it turned out to be a standard five seveN with 1 magazine of subsonic already loaded with 4 spare magazines, as well as a 50 count box of subsonic and a 50 count box of armor piercing ammunition.

Now Harry laughed out loud, so that's why dear Voldy gave me the vest, probably supplied the others with guns with armor piercing as well.

Harry quickly loaded 2 spare magazines with subsonic then loaded 2 with armor piercing. He was glad the training that Moody had bestowed upon him during his first week back. Apparently something like this was reported to the order by Snape though they couldn't get any details on what would happen.

The training was basic, just how to duel and some battle tactics and strategies. The muggle weapons were quickly gone over, without any practical usage.

Harry slammed a magazine of subsonics home into the grip of the five seveN and clicked the safety on, then he noticed a device under the barrel resting on the outside of the trigger guard. Lightly pulling the trigger halfway he noticed a red dot appear on the ground.

Perfect he thought, laser sights would greatly improve his accuracy and make it possible to shoot at objects in the night. Not that he would be killing his classmates though, just the Deatheater that was obviously already hunting the students despite the fact that the ones he killed probably weren't even awake from the stunner yet.

Harry briefly wondered how many there were but then snapped out of it, I have to kill that Deatheater before he ends up killing one of my friends, if he hasn't already. And at that though his heart slowly sank as he remembered the death of Sirius.

Once again snapping out of it he remembered what Moody had said about positive thinking in combat situations and hoped that it wasn't Ron or Hermione. He did hope though that it would be Bellatrix Lestrange though he doubted Voldemort would send his most valued Deatheater and top lieutenant into sure death.

That was the final thought as Harry set himself with grim determination and made towards the shot he had last heard. Trying to move as silent as possible though the undergrowth avoiding clearings where he might be seen.

He walked for a good 40 minutes before coming upon a small clearing noticing a strange aroma.

He briefly wondered just what it was before seeing the body of Seamus Finnegan and what was left of his face. Apparently by the look of it he had indeed been hit in his sleep by deatheater. The ground all around was sprayed with what was missing from his head and bits of grey matter.

Realizing he was on the right trail Harry quickly noticed some trampled grass where the attacker must have stepped seeing as Finnegan hadn't moved. He ran silently into the bush after them hoping he could catch the killer before they brought anymore death.

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