The wind bit at Harry's cheeks as he flew as fast as his Firebolt would carry him. But Harry was numb to it, all he felt was empty. He wasn't allowing himself to worry because he knew if he thought about what he might find once he got to London, he might just breakdown.

With determination, Harry flew for almost an hour before he arrived in London. He landed and asked the first person he saw how to get to Dunston Street but no one knew. Many people didn't even stop when he questioned them; probably thinking he was just a stupid teenager. Harry ran through the streets asking everyone who passed him not even worrying about what they thought of his carrying a broom.

Finally, after several agonizing minutes an ordinary looking man in a business suit stopped Harry.

"What's the matter, kid?' he asked.

"How do I get to Dunston Street?" Harry asked in a panic.

"Just what are you doing down there?" the man asked. Harry was extremely annoyed with this man's calm expression. Didn't he understand the hurry Harry was in?

"Do you know where it is?" Harry almost shouted.

"I do," said the man, "why don't you let me give you a ride. My car's right over there."

Harry nodded eagerly. He knew it was a rule not to get into a car with strangers but he could certainly handle one muggle, he had his wand after all. And besides, he didn't know how far Dunston Street was.

Harry climbed into the passenger seat of an old Pontiac Sunfire and stared out the window as they drove looking for any sign of sinister activity. If he had been paying more attention to the road he might have noticed that other cars seemed to jump out of the way of the Sunfire and it seemed to fit into small spaces that a normal car wouldn't have.

After a very short drive Harry saw a factory looming in front of the car. The man pulled over right in front of it as if he knew that's where Harry was going.

Harry jumped out of the car and shouted a quick thanks over his shoulder. He knew he shouldn't just be rushing in, that he should probably come up with some kind of clever plan but who knew how much time he had?

The hair stood up on the back of Harry's neck as he wondered what would be waiting for him on the other side of the doors.

He was shocked to discover as he burst into the building that it was almost entirely empty.

The factory had obviously not been used in years and there were a few boxes lying around and in the corner was a single desk and at the desk sat Rufus Scrimgeour.

"Well hello, Harry. I was beginning to wonder if you were coming. Would you like to take a seat?" Scrimgeour said as if it were just another day at the office.

Cautiously Harry slid into a seat opposite Scrimgeour on the other side of the desk.

"Well Harry, I've brought you here to ask you once again if you'd like to come and work for the ministry. You've had a month to think about it and you're a legal adult now I thought maybe you had changed your mind."

Harry ran this over in his head. It was just unbelievable. He knew that the ministry could be crooked but to kidnap innocent civilians for something like this? There must be a mistake.

"I thought that maybe recent circumstances might have caused you to change your mind," Scrimgeour said raising his eyebrows.

'They must be more desperate that I thought' Harry mused.

"And if I refuse?" he asked, wondering what would happen to the Weasleys, certainly the ministry would never go so far as to kill innocents.

"Well then we'd be extremely unhappy with you, Potter. There would of course be consequences." Scrimgeour winked at Harry in a manner that suggested Harry's worst fears.

Harry stared at Scrimgeour in anger. For nearly a full minute they stared silently at each other. When Scrimgeour didn't look away and remained looking confident, Harry knew it was true.

"Alright' he said dejectedly, "I'll do it."

"Excellent, Potter!" Scrimgeour said happily. "If you'll just sign this form please?"

With a sigh Harry grabbed a quill from the desk and signed a contract that had just materialized. He didn't even bother to read it over; he knew he had no choice.

"Excellent," Scrimgeour said again when Harry had signed. "Now there's a ministry press conference on Thursday that we'll need you to make an appearance at. So I'll see you at three."

"Fine. Now where are the Weasleys?" Harry demanded.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." Scrimgeour said.

"What? But the note…" Angry that Scrimgeour had backstabbed him Harry had stood up and was advancing on Scrimgeour, his wand raised.

But suddenly he felt a hand grab his wand arm and he stopped in his tracks.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, boy" a voice said. Harry turned and gasped, the man holding his arm was the same man who had given him a ride earlier.

The man pulled on Harry's arm and dragged him towards a corner of the room.

"Where are they, damnit!" Harry shouted at him.

"They'll be at home when you get there," the man said then shot fire out of his wand. He pulled powder out of his pocket and the flames turned green.

"Go," he told Harry.

Feeling slightly relieved but still angry Harry stepped into the flames and shouted "The Burrow" then whirled away in a heap of green fire.

When Harry stopped moving he opened his eyes to find himself in the Weasley's kitchen where they were all sitting around the table chatting casually.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted running to her and snatching her up in his arms.

Ginny laughed and hugged back.

"Well hello to you to!" she said happily, "Harry what's gotten into you?" then looking down at him and seeing the soot all over him she asked 'Where have you been? We thought you might have gone into the village or something. Are those the same clothes you wore yesterday?"

"I… Ginny, are you alright?"

"Um, yeah Harry I'm fine. Why?"

Harry looked up at Ron, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Bill, Charlie and Fleur. They were all looking at him curiously.

"What… What happened this morning?" he asked them all.

"Well, actually, Percy showed up here this morning," Mrs. Weasley began happily, "he said he wanted to take us all out to Diagon Alley for lunch so we could talk."

"Git," Fred muttered but Mrs. Weasley appeared to be ignoring it as she continued.

"We tried to wake you up but you were sound asleep so we left you a note,"

"A note?" Harry asked and scanned the room. There on the counter was the note from that morning telling him to come to London. But when he looked at it now, it was different. It was indeed a note from the Weasley's saying they had gone out with Percy.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked from the table.

'They couldn't wake me up, but why was I so tired?' Then Harry remembered, Seamus had knocked over his pumpkin juice and gotten him a refill. Seamus had been acting strange all that night. He'd been very quiet and subdued. Then it struck Harry. Seamus had drugged him! Seamus had been under the imperious curse! Then Percy had come that morning and gotten the Weasley's out of the house and put a charm on the note so it read differently. He had kept the Weasleys away so that Harry would agree to whatever Scrimgeour had said. And Harry had believed all of it.

"No, Hermione, I'm not so sure I am," he said as he realized what he'd just gotten himself into.

AN: Yay! Finally an update! I'm SOOOO sorry that took me so long! But once I got back from my trip I had school and Forever Fandom went down for a while so here it finally is! The Pontiac Sunfire is in honour of my friend Marie buying her very own car today, which is of course a Sunfire. Well hope you all liked it and post reviews!