IMPORTANT NOTE!
I will not be updating this fic. Instead I have re-written it and posted it as "World Beware". Maybe when I'm done with the updated version I will continue posting this one, but I wouldn't count on it.
Sneak peek from the Prologue of "World Beware":
"Harry!" Harry watched in horror as a trio of robed figures shot from the bushes, lights flying from their wands. Ron and Hermione hadn't stood a chance. The dark wizards had them petrified in a matter of seconds, and Harry could only watch in horror as they were hit by curses of all magnitude and ferocity.
"That's enough!" He tried to shout. Miraculously the curses stopped flying, but unfortunately the robed figures turned their attentions to him. "Oh bloody hell….." The three figures marched over until they were about a foot away. One still had a wand in his hand, while the others had put theirs away.
"Can I curse him?"
"No, MacNair. Now put that wand away and drop the portkey on him." Harry vaguely recognized the voice that had spoken, but since he was facing away from the man who had spoken he couldn't tell who it was. Plus one ear weas buried in the dirt so maybe he didn't recognize the voice at all.
"Fine, fine, ruin all my fun." MacNair he did recognize though. He was the executioner for the Ministry of Magic. Harry felt something plop onto his side and soon the forest was no longer in his sight. Instead he found himself facing a dark, dank wall.
"Why does this always happen to me?"