World Beware

Rated: 16 +

Contains: violence (minor), language (minor), adult situations. Will warn if more pops up.

Disclaimer: None of it is mine. I borrowed pretty much everything except for most of the plot.

Note 1: The long awaited rewrite of Watch Out World! Re-named of course.

Note 2: IMPORTANT! I am debating wether or not to to put this story in to two or three parts and post the two/three parts separately or combine them into one. So therefore I've decided to post this single chapter. Think of it as a teaser chapter because I don't plan on adding another for at least a week. Also let me know if I should keep the older version up as well.

Summary: (Re-write of "Watch Out World" with a few modifications and changes.) Harry gets captured while exploring the Forbidden Forest. While in Voldemort;s clutches he meets two vampires that will change his life forever.

Prologue (P/13? chapters)

Day One

1:00 p.m.

Forbidden Forest

"Harry, I'm not sure we should be doing this." Harry Potter, a boy of about seventeen with thick black hair cut short, waved his hand at the bushy haired brunette in agitated dismissal. Her mouth snapped shut and she huffed and rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. Her companion, a redhead with long gangly limbs spoke up in defence of his girlfriend.

"Hermione's right. I mean, since when did our curiosity lead to anything good?" Harry turned to face the pair, eyes narrowed accusingly.

"Are you two ganging up on me? That's so not fair." His pout earned a soft giggle from Hermione and a shrug from the redhead.

"Well, when you think about it our adventures have never really turned up something good." Ron continued. "We've run into three-headed dogs because we went up on the third floor when we weren't supposed to. We've run into dragons. Remember Norbert? And what about that time when we…." Harry held up his hands, a soft smile on his face.

"Okay okay, I get it. We do get in a lot of trouble. But let me remind you that we were only on the third floor because we got lost. And Norbert was Hagrid's fault. But we did save Sirius from the dementors and Fudge."

"Sure, but we've gotten hurt doing those things." Hermione said reasonably. "I think we should go back to the castle and tell Dumbledore what we heard from Malfoy." Harry slumped his shoulders. "Better to be safe than sorry. I mean, what if there really is a group of deatheaters out here and we do walk into their trap? We're no match for a group of highly skilled dark wizards."

"Sure, ruin all my fun." Harry grumbled. HE stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Fine, we'll turn around and go get Dumbledore. But we're taking the longer way just in case." He said sternly. "I want to have my monthly adventure." Hermione and Ron laughed, then nodded in agreement.

The small group started off back in the direction they were coming from, brushing leaves and branches away from their path with their hands. Ron kicked a rock out of his way with a well-placed kick, and he froze when he didn't hear it come down with a clunk like it should.

"Uhm…guys?" He croaked. Harry and Hermione turned around to stare at him. "I think there's something in the bushes." Harry tilted his head at the mentioned bushes. He opened his mouth to reassure Ron that there was nothing there when a blue beam shot out and hit him square in the chest. He fell with a muffled cry and a thump. "Harry!"

"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?"

TBC