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Chapter One

Harry lay in the garden staring up at the burning sun, wondering if the glare through his glasses would set his eyes on fire. He also wondered how long it would take for the spinning behind his eyes to stop and whether or not it would require food like his stomach did.

It had been a week since he returned to the place of purple-faced walruses and blonde whales, since he had been denied food except to cook it. Harry was currently waiting for obliviousness to take him, for the glare of the sun to become an unwelcome orange spot behind his eyes...at the moment his eyes were more likely to burn out.

Slowly Harry's eyes drifted shut and the summer noises became louder and merged into one, the smell of dirt and sweet smelling grass was invaded by the very clean smell of soap.

Harry found an orange peace.

Harry woke up in a dark room, soft material surrounding him. The dizziness had stopped and his stomach was wonderfully full. Harry was comfortable.

He curled into the soft blankets and kept his eyes closed.

Then he woke up and thoughts ran through his head, no answers given, just questions and a fear, a fear of finding out what he would see if he opened his eyes. He didn't want to know, he didn't want to see what he knew he would if he woke up...but what was that exactly?

Harry heard a door creak open and forced himself to relax, the blanket seemed to have a life of their own as they wrapped themselves around him, to make him warmer and more comfortable.

Two sets of footsteps came closer to him, the clicks of the shoes becoming louder.

"Still asleep?" One of them asked sounding curious.

"He'll be waking soon," The other replied. Both of them were men. Harry made sure to keep his breathing even.

"How soon?" The first man asked sounding impatient.

"I'm not sure," The other replied, "I can run some tests but that would be entirely unnecessary as he'll wake up soon."

The first man hummed an impatient acquiescence. Harry wondered how long he had before he was asleep too long, and then how a person looked when they woke up.

Harry heard an excited sigh and then the first man said in an almost loving voice, "That's it Harry, wake up."

Harry, despite his better judgment, fluttered an eye open. The man looked to be just under twenty; his chocolate eyes glittering in adoration, Harry blinked and pulled away from the man sitting up in the process. The man sat down on the bed and Harry felt himself pulled closer to the man because of the sloping mattress.

"Of course you're confused," the man said with a smile, "but I can explain everything to you, Harry."

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, surprised his voce came out as a whisper.

"Sin," the man replied, "I'm Sin and this is my friend Alexander."

The other man looked to be in his mid-thirties, he looked like one of those eternally grumpy people. He had premature grays running through his red hair; his eyes studied Harry like he was more of a specimen than a person.

"Are you hungry, Harry?" Sin asked him looking concerned. His hand going to Harry's brow, Harry shivered as the cold hand was placed on his brow. Sin smiled and answered himself, "I don't guess you are."

Sin stood up and waved a hand at the rest of the room, his hand stopping at a dresser across the room. "Get up and dressed, Harry, and I'll show you around, your clothes are in that dresser."

Harry instantly became aware of the blankets clutching at his waist and realized he was naked color pooled in Harry's cheeks. Sin smiled indulgently at him and walked out of the room.

Harry looked at the blankets which now flowed gently off of him and wondered what the hell was going on.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore was a very unhappy man. It had been brought to his attention that Harry had been abducted from his relative's house. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley left dead on the floor of the kitchen, Harry's things gone and from the looks of things vampires were behind it.

But vampires didn't normally go and leave such a mess behind, at least not the older ones, and they had be older ones judging from the way the wards around the house had been completely mutilated and then expertly put back together. Dumbledore took a sip of his very sweet, overly caffeinated tea and hoped someone found him before any damage was done. Harry had already been missing for three days...

"This is the parlor," Sin said as he opened up and door and held a hand out welcoming and leading Harry into the room. Harry hesitantly walked in, Sin followed him. The hearth instantly came alive with fire and Harry jumped, bringing out a rich chuckle from Sin. That was one thing Harry quickly noticed, the entire house was magical, his bed had made itself once he was out of it, the floors were warmed, and the dresser opened on its own—it even offered him clothes it thought he should wear.

"Through there," Sin said directing Harry's attention to a door on the left, "is the library, and the right leads back into the hallway, I'll point it out to you when we pass it."

Harry still couldn't decide what was going on and when he asked Sin he just smiled at him and told they'd discuss it later. As the whole thing continued the more surreal the entire thing began to seem to Harry. He had been trying to keep the thought of being kidnapped by a fanatic person to either Voldemort or himself out of his mind. He really didn't want to be worried about that at the moment.

Sin placed a hand on the small of Harry's back and led him into the library. "It's a bit musky but that's because it's got so many old manuscripts in it, and you're welcome to read any of them, but please don't remove them, there are spells on this room to keep them in tact, they aren't on the rest of the house. You can take the newer books out though; they aren't liable to fall apart."

"Is Sin even your real name?"

Sin chuckled and smiled at Harry replying, "Yes, it is my real name—to you."

Harry looked up at Sin in confusion and defiance. Then Harry saw the age and knowledge in Sin's eyes as well as the ever-present soft adoration, they all swirled together.

"A lesson you should learn, Harry," Sin told him, "Is that when you tell a persons something, that is their truth until they learn otherwise, and since you know me by no other names, to you I am Sin."

"Why Sin?" Harry asked wiggling away from the hand directing him further into the room.

"I once looked up the word," Sin replied, "and realized how well one of the definitions suited me, to sin is to deliberately do something against the will of god, and I have done that, many times. Why Harry?"

"My parents named me that," Harry replied wondering where this conversation was going.

"Exactly," Sin replied, "it isn't your name because it isn't something you gave yourself, most people can pick out a name that would suit them better than the one their parent gave them as an infant, don't you think?"

"I suppose," Harry said slowly.

Sin smiled at him and then walked over to Harry gently taking his arm and leading him out of the large library. "Now, I suppose I should take you to the den I have a TV in there, you do like watching TV don't you? I also have a radio in there; you can listen to that also..."
Voldemort mused over the information he had received, Harry Potter had gone missing, and had been missing for a couple of weeks. The order had no idea where the golden boy was, and that made the information all the more fascinating. It wasn't like Dumbledore to lose his favorite pawn now was it?

Voldemort vaguely wondered who could need or want the child, after he had been so brainwashed he was practically useless to anyone but Dumbledore, and the light...it was also a nice touch to kill the boy's godfather, the only other person the boy would listen to.

Voldemort stood and decided that whoever took him must know what they were doing because Dumbledore had yet to find the boy... unless Dumbledore planned the whole thing. But that just didn't seem right, there was more behind this than Voldemort knew and it didn't seem possible that Dumbledore could know either...the two of them would just have to wait the whole thing out.

Voldemort hoped for the best.