Very Quick Note – look for the parts that have included myself, I felt that the story might have gone a little sour so I sweetened it up with me.

Chapter Five – From Hell to Heaven

Harry groaned as he woke, how long he had been passed out for he did not know, where he was well, he had no idea; but what he did know was that his head was throbbing from where he had been struck and was room he was in was definitely not at Hogwarts. The room was dark and dampened; he was tied to a pole in the middle of the room that occupied only a bed and a chair. There was a window up near the rafters that breathed in a smell of burning rubber and the light from a moon indicating it was still night time. Other than the window, the only other exit out of this bizarre room was a square oak door situated to the right of Harry; embedded on it was an emblem Harry felt was slightly familiar but over looked it for footsteps were approaching the other side of it and a bunch of keys rattled until one found the hole. Slowly the door creaked open and a figure appeared, closing the door behind them.

'Who are you?' Harry hissed, wanting to know, 'are you a Death Eater? Is Voldemort here-?'

'Sssh…! Harry it's me!' came a hissed voice in return.

Harry tried distinctively to work out who on earth it was, a dark figure, tall, skinny, deep voice- no, it couldn't be-

'Sirius?' Harry breathed hopefully, trying to make out the dark figure.

'No, Harry,' said back the voice, 'surely you haven't forgotten your favorite Professor-?'

'Lupin?' Harry asked again as he was untied, 'how did you- I mean where am I? How did I get here?'

'No time to explain Harry the draught will wear out any moment,' Lupin said.

'Draught-?' Harry ogled, 'what draught-?'

'I'll explain everything later, Harry, I promise,' Lupin said, 'we just have to get out of here- follow me and stay close!'

'But-'

'Keep quiet Harry,' hissed Lupin as he pressed a finger over his mouth to initiate that he should be quiet.

Harry nodded. They proceeded out of the room, not before Lupin cast the spell of illusion that had a hologram of Harry was still tied to the pole; it looked so life like.

'If anything that can bind us more time,' Lupin said, closing the door and locking it.

They were in a dark and dampened corridor; the smell of burnt rubber had gone but had been replaced with the smell of rotting human flesh and rats. Lupin led the way up the corridor with his nose pinched as they turned right up another.

'Where are-?'

'Sssh!' Lupin hissed, 'we must not be heard nor seen-'

Harry nodded and followed Lupin into a room off to the left that held a pile of old rags. Harry suddenly realized, as he got closer to them, that it was actually Mundungus Fletcher and he was-

'Dead?' Harry asked in a whisper, Lupin nodded.

'Dumb idiot couldn't keep his mouth shut,' Lupin uttered, 'now that could happen to you if don't keep quiet-'

'Shouldn't we take him with us-?'

'No, Harry now zip it,' Lupin spat.

'But then how did you-'

'I said quiet!' Lupin hissed.

Harry snapped his mouth shut and followed Lupin out of the room, Mundungus' lifeless form left behind as they sort of began to trudge hump backed along another corridor where Lupin stopped him and pulled him quickly through a door to find them selves in a broom cupboard.

'Death Eaters,' Lupin mouthed, pressing a finger to his mouth as footsteps came trudging up the corridor and into the room they had just passed through, 'come on Harry we must be quick! Don't look back, OK, just keep at my heels.'

Harry nodded and Lupin took off at a run, Harry was merely jogging beside Lupin as they turned right, left, up a flight of stairs, into a room, left, ducked through a room full of giant sized spiders, jumped across a large hole in the floorboards and down a large staircase that closely resembled the Grand Staircase back at Hogwarts. Harry was starting to think of this place as a maze.

'Here's the exit Harry!' Lupin cried happily, pointing towards large gates as they came out down some steps.

But Harry had done something wrong; he had looked back and seen a group of Death Eaters behind them.

'Here come the Death Eaters!' Harry bellowed.

'I told you not to look back!' Lupin roared, 'no matter- once we've gone past the gate we can apperate-'

'Wait!' Harry stopped dead; Lupin stopped a matter of meters from the gate and turned to Harry.

'Harry!' Lupin roared, 'what are you-'

'This feels familiar somehow,' Harry mumbled, turning to face the rage of Death Eaters now closing the gap between them, 'only a little different.'

'Avada-' began one of the Death Eaters, the others piled on top of him.

'HE MUST NOT BE KILLED!' they cried, 'HE IS FOR OUR MASTER!'

'Come on Harry!' Lupin bellowed, Harry felt so stupid, he didn't know what on earth had cause him to stop, but the pile of Death Eaters weren't getting up quickly so he was pulled by Lupin past the gate entrance, 'to the Order Harry! Order of the Phoenix!'

Harry nodded and both he a Lupin disapperated in unison from the hell that had lasted only two pages.

Harry doubled over panting outside number 12 Grimmauld place, the figure beside him was in worse condition as his legs gave way and he tumbled to the hard gravel. By now it was morning; Harry felt the heat of the sun on the back of his neck as he gathered his breath and helped the older man to his feet.

'I'm so out of shape,' Lupin grumbled as he put an arm around Harry for support, 'hey, there should be a welcoming committee here for my brilliance in retrieval-'

The words had only just uttered from his mouth when the door of number 12 open and a group of people poured out, Hermione among them as she grabbed Harry around the middle and hugged him.

'Excellent work, Remus,' Dumbledore said, once making sure Harry was alright, 'but how on earth did you know where he was taken-?'

'Believe it or not, Albus,' Lupin began, 'I didn't. Mundungus and I were staking out Death Eaters - outside your knowledge Albus I must confess - but we over heard one saying they'd captured Harry so we just had to get him out of there-'

'And Mundungus?' McGonagall asked, stepping forwards and looking behind Harry hopefully, 'were is he?'

'Dead, I'm afraid,' Remus said.

'Ha! Good riddens!' Mrs. Weasley's voice came very quickly; everyone looked around at her in sudden shock.

'Molly please,' Dumbledore retorted, Mrs. Weasley looked slightly taken aback, 'Minerva could you please assure his family are contacted immediately-'

'If he has any,' Minerva added, turning on her heel and disapparating.

'Poppy please assure Harry and Lupin are of full health,' Dumbledore continued; out of no where Madam Pomfrey appeared and began looking Harry up and down, 'the rest of you return to your stations,' Dumbledore went on, there were small pops as representative's disappeared, 'Lupin you come with me and explain where Harry was taken while he can go rest upstairs-'

'I want to know too!' Harry said immediately, 'I want to know how they manage to infiltrate Hogwarts-'

'In good time,' Dumbledore said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder, 'I know it must be frustrating, Harry, but I myself am still flabbergasted on how they managed it. So I think, for now, as I gather the possibilities, you should spend today resting – being Sunday – and we shall return to Hogwarts once things have resolved.'

'Come on Harry,' Hermione mumbled, pulling Harry towards the steps and number 12 Grimmauld place.

Harry hated being back here; Sirius Black had owned this house no fewer that a few years ago and had been Harry's Godfather, only to be killed at the hands of his cousin Bellatrix Lestranges leaving Harry again with no real guardian. But it still - other than a few bits and pieces Mundungus had stolen – looked exactly like it had been left. Hermione guided Harry on tippy-toes past the unusual large painting of Sirius' mother - that had been draped a different color since last time – up the stair case and to the top room which a newly cleaned king sized bed stood ready and waiting. Hermione sat Harry down and took a deep breath.

'So what happened?' she asked, holding his hand in hers, 'you left the Entrance Hall, then bumped into Nick before-'

'How did you know-?'

'Dumbledore tried to follow your steps,' Hermione explained, 'Nick told us he saw you healthy and well heading to the Gryffindor Tower, the Fat Lady said she saw you go in but never come out-'

'They must have-'

'Flown you out, yes,' Hermione finished, 'believe it or not but those idiots left traces of broomstick clippings.'

'I still can't believe Mundungus is dead,' Harry said, 'I mean he wasn't really much of an importance to me but- well to see the lifeless, mangled body was- well I suppose he was always lifeless after a bottle of scotch.'

Harry laughed pathetically for a moment while Hermione looked saddened into his eyes; he chose that moment to kiss her full lips possibly to detour the awkward silence while in a way he had forgotten about their relationship.

'I know this story is starting to sound really sour Harry but-' Hermione and Harry looked momentarily up at the writer, 'I was scared for you last night. When you didn't return I just got up and left dinner, didn't think about telling Ron or Ginny or anyone.

'By the time I had gotten up to Gryffindor tower, seen no sign of you and gotten back downstairs to alert Dumbledore,' Hermione went on in one breath, her voice was sounding dry and tearful, 'well I was scared that- what if that time lost had meant you life also-?'

'What?' Harry mumbled, 'oh no- Hermione-'

He hated when girls cried; not in any way was it because it showed weakness, not in any way was it because it made Harry cry too, but it was because he had only been in the situation once before on account of Cho Chang and had frozen unsure what on earth he was meant to do.

'I'm sorry,' Hermione babbled, sitting up straight and wiping the tears away, 'your safe- your alright- I promised myself I would do this-'

'I think perhaps we should get some rest now?' Harry suggested, Hermione nodded and stood up.

'OK if you need me I'll be down-'

'But-?' Harry began, standing up also.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

'Could you stay?' Harry asked hopefully, standing up also, 'I could do with a warm body next to mine.'

Hermione raised the other eyebrow.

'Harry I don't think we should-'

'Why not?' Harry asked, 'were both of age and able to take care of ourselves.'

'Yes but the Order,' Hermione went on, 'their right downstairs Harry-'

'So?' Harry asked, 'why should they care that you're sleeping in the same bed as I am?'

'They might hear us-'

'Hear us?' Harry chuckled, 'my snoring might be bad but its not… oh Hermione you- oh my god, you thought I meant sex didn't you-'

'Well I just assumed-'

'Because I'm a guy?' Harry asked, 'maybe any other day Hermione but I just want you in my arms.'

Hermione looked at him oddly as he pulled her into a hug.

'No sex?' Hermione asked; Harry felt a little like she was disappointed.

'No sex,' Harry repeated, 'I'm sure it would be every mans dream to get in the sac with a drop dead gorgeous female such as yourself-'

'Oh Harry, please,' Hermione muttered, going red.

'But you are beautiful,' Harry said – the writer thinks "please would somebody kindly shoot me in the back of my fucking head" -, 'I love you,' Harry went on, 'just come on.'

Harry crawled onto the bed and pulled off his shoes (he was still wearing his Quidditch robes and so desperately wanted to get out of them), 'it's been a crazy night I just want to sleep with you in my arms and nothing else can beat that.'

Hermione smiled sweetly and, after a brief moment of looking over her shoulder at the door she quickly removed her jeans "raising eyebrows" before she slid snuggly into the bed with Harry. With her head placed on his chest and his arm wrapped around her figure they drifted slowly into a warm deep sleep.