AN: Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way. But I should now have no problems updating this story. Here are the next few chapters. Enjoy

Chapter Two

"Albus, what do we do now?"

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wasn't even sure where to start with the return of his lost student. "I think we shall ask for the beginning, Minerva."

Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonogall, even Head of Gryffindor House, was also quite lost with her old student, Harry Potter, but simply tipped her head in agreement to the elder wizard before her. "Of course, Albus."

Solemn blue eyes watched Minerva turn away before deciding to speak, "And Minerva," the younger witch, at least younger than his some odd hundred years, turned back, "no one is to know of Harry Potter yet. We will let him decide that action. Oblivate anyone who was not privy to our discussion last night in the infirmary."

Willing to trust the headmaster, Minerva nodded, "Of course."

Albus watched the woman flee from his office, saddened by the recent actions surrounding Harry Potter, whose now calling himself War Mage Osiris. "We can only hope that Harry will step forward once again, Minerva. We can only hope. There is no good without evil nor is there evil without good."

Almost as if Albus Dumbledore had become a true seer of the future, a single hidden figure remained in the dark, dangerous shadows of the Forbidden Forest. Slipping undetected from Hogwarts as they hurried away. Though the shadows hid them well, they still wore an invisibility cloak to be sure.

Refusing to be stop, they hurried to be quick as they left the protective wards surrounding the school. Disappearing with a loud crack, suddenly glad their parents taught them to apparate, even if it was underage, the invisible figure reappeared outside a dingy fallout shelter. But looks could be deceiving, especially when dealing with magic.

Upon entering the fallout shelter an invading feeling of wards swarmed their body, checking their identity. Once cleared, their feet carried them quickly through the magically enlarged mansion created beneath the ground.

Deep within the mansion laid a complex maze of decorated rooms and hallways. But in one particular room was a struggling bound and gagged figure of a teenager. Even though they had been gagged, they still tried to call out in muffled shouts as their ears picked up the shuffling feet. Their heart pounding in sudden fear as the magically changed voice of their captor called from the shadowy doorway, "I do hope you are enjoying your visit."

The bound captive tried to plea, to scream but no avail. Instead, they tried to struggle harder against the solid steel chains and thick coiled rope, even then nothing moved nor did anyone help.

"Pathetic, your family and friends that is. So easy to become you, that not one suspects a thing. Don't worry, you shall have freedom in this room, maybe even company. And then soon I'll be able to fulfil where the Dark Lord had failed."

Struggling harder, the captive was helpless against their foe. A foe who laughed at their attempts. A foe who suddenly appeared draped in dark robes with a syringe full of an unknown liquid but a liquid the captive knew well of its purpose. In response they struggled more, even as the figure was able to pierce the skin and plunge the liquid inside the flowing veins. "Don't worry. Muggles were kind enough to create such tools to make my plans a bit easier. You'll also see your precious ones again. But not until I get what I want. Now, rest and behave. I must get back before I'm missed."