Disclaimer: We (Amber-is-a-little-bit-random and I; X'andirth) don't own Harry Potter. And if we did you can be reassured that he no doubt live a life of angsty slapstick. Poor, Poor Harry. (For details read our separate stories)
Note: Ok, now it's my turn (X'andirth)!
Harry woke up. He felt groggy and sore. He struggled to move but it was evident after a moment that he could not. He looked down at his hands, they were bound tightly. He had a feeling that searching for his wand would be a futile attempt. Slowly his eyes began to focus better and he looked around him. He was in a small nondescript room, the only furniture was a wooden cabinet and a chair. He tried to struggle to his feet and after several tries most of which ending with him falling on his arse, he managed to get upright. Stifling a groan he made his way over to the door he could see over the far side of the room. He jiggled the door knob, only just managing to get his fingers around it, nothing happened. The door was locked fast. He turned around unsteadily and searched to room for something, anything. But there was nothing. The only window was blocked with something, something which prevented light from getting in and he had a feeling it also prevented anything (or anyone) from getting out.
Fear welled up inside Harry as he came to the inevitable conclusion that he was trapped, he had no idea where or who had brought him here, but there was no denying it. He was trapped, like a rat, in a maze. He looked around thinking 'not much of a maze... I wonder in there is a Minotaur in this room... I wonder if Minotaurs are real or if they are just a muggle thing... I wonder if the Minotaur has a name... maybe its name is Larry... yeah... Larry' in his dazed state he wasn't really thinking straight. He went to go sit in the chair to think about mazes and Minotaurs, only to overbalance and land on his arse once more.
Suddenly he heard some voices outside his door. He tried to get up but couldn't, so he rolled over to the door to listen.
"That worked better than planned." spoke a voice that was smooth, silky and vaguely familiar to Harry.
"I agree. You think if Dumbledore cared as much as everybody thinks he does about the boy he would be better guarded. Especially when he goes out on his own like that." The second voice, also vaguely familiar, sniggered, "I can't believe that boy actually walked right into our trap."
"He is a fool, there is no doubt about that" said the first voice.
Suddenly both the men outside the door hissed in pain. "It's time" one of them gasped, the pain evident in his voice.
There was a rattle and the door suddenly opened, nearly breaking Harry's nose. Two black cloaked and masked figures walked in, they laughed at Harry lying on the ground, then bending down they picked him up and dragged him from the room. Harry had no strength the fight. He suddenly knew what was going on. These men were Death Eaters and they were taking him to Voldemort.
Note: Next up: Chapter Three written by Amber-is-a-little-bit-random.