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A/n this chapter is 4 years ago and what happened to Harry

Harry Potter was struggling with the keys to his apartment. He was still getting used to them because he had just moved in with a Muggle roommate, away from the wizarding world. He lived in the middle of London, where Dumbledore decided it'd be safer. He could have moved into Hogwarts, but this was much easier. Harry finally managed to get inside the apartment. He dropped the keys onto a table near the door, and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a soda bottle, twisted off the cap, and drained it. He worked part time as a bartender when he didn't have any auror duties to attend to. He went into his bedroom and saw a very distressed Hedwig flying around. When she saw him she flew over and perched on his shoulder trembling. His roommate had been surprised at first that he had an owl, but he had gotten over it and decided Hedwig made a good pet. Though he was still amazed at why she didn't sleep in daytime like normal owls.

Harry searched the apartment for his friend.

"Jesse?" he called. No answer.

"Jess! Where are you? Come on I brought the movie!" Harry and Jesse had been friends for a long time and it was a tradition to watch a movie every Friday night. They would each bring the movie every other week. Tonight was Harry's turn. He looked around the whole apartment and couldn't find him. Now Harry began to get worried. Jesse wouldn't miss their Friday night movie for the world. He decided that he was just running a little late and that it was no big deal. He'd be there soon. So Harry went into his room and picked up the letter for Hermione he was writing that morning. As he was about to tie it to Hedwig's leg (she was still on his shoulder) he felt a pulling feeling in his gut. Everything was twirling around and around and suddenly it stopped.

"What the-?" Harry looked around the room. The walls were stone, and there were torches hanging off of them. There wasn't much else in the room except for a little room that held the toilet, an owl perch, and something typed up against the wall. Harry went over to see what it was when it made a sound.

"Hrrphphy!" Harry stopped in his tracks. Then he realized that this thing was a person! He ran over to the captive and took the rag out of his mouth. It was Jesse.

"Jesse!"

"Harry! Why didn't you tell me? I could keep a secret you know."

"What are you talking about, Jess?"

"You know the whole wizard thing. It all makes sense now, the owl, the broom, that I found in your closet."

"What? How do you know?"

"Um… someone told me. Actually it was the same person who brought me here."

"Oh my- what did they look like?"

"I don't know. They had a cloak on with the hood pulled up." Harry's heart stopped in his chest.

"Oh God we have to get you out of here"

"Why?"

"I'll explain later. Now take this" he conjured up some floo powder (it's only possible to conjure up what you have from your house and he only had enough for one person) "and go into the fireplace. When you get in say Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and throw down the powder. Tell them what happened to you and who you are but don't say anything about me. That will put everyone in danger. Do you promise not to tell?"

"I promise," said Jesse, not really understanding what was going on.

"Good. Do you understand what I am asking you to do?"

"Sort of. How did you do that? What is this place? What is Hogwarts?"

"They'll explain. Now go! You are wasting time!" Sure enough at that moment Lucius Malfoy stepped in the room.

"Aah. Saving your little friend Potter?"

"GO!" Harry shouted at Jesse.

"No I'm afraid I can't let him get away so easily. Avada Kedavra!" he shouted.

"Jesse, go now! Harry yelled. Jesse screamed.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" and threw down the floo powder. He had just vanished when Malfoy's spell hit the fireplace wall. He snarled.

"You might have saved your friend but if he's going to tell Dumbledore the school is lost as he will try to come and save you. Of course he won't succeed and it will all be a lost cause." Harry knew this of course, which was why he told Jess not to tell anyone at Hogwarts about him. Then again Jess didn't know where this place was. Harry also knew though, that Jesse Fryer would never break a promise to a friend.

"He won't."

"You better hope he won't, boy. The Dark Lord will see you here tomorrow. You will sleep on the floor. Your owl can use the perch. I don't know why he put in a perch. He had always had a soft spot for owls though." And with that he left the cell. Now Harry realized that Hedwig was still on his shoulder, and the letter was still in his hand. Now that its job as a portkey was finished, it was a normal letter again.

Dear Hermione,

I'm writing a short letter to you only because I haven't written in a long time, not because I have anything interesting going on in my life. I just wanted to ask how you and Ron and the Weasley's are doing and what's going on with you guys. I'm sorry I missed the reunion again but duty calls at the most important times. I hope I'll be able to see you guys soon if Fudge lays off a little. I'll write again soon sometime.

Love,

Harry

He didn't actually think he would be writing soon but he didn't think it would take too long for Voldemort to decide to kill him. But of course, he wouldn't go down without a fight. He didn't include anything about being captured because he knew there was no point in worrying them all. There was nothing they could do after all. With that thought in mind he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and let her out the window. He watched her fly away, and then lay down on the cold, hard floor and fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up to the sound of the door opening. A man came in carrying a bowl of soup. He had a mousy face, with a couple of strands of blond hair, watery blue eyes, and buck teeth.

"Wormtail," Harry said through gritted teeth. He had half a mind to kill him right then and there, but decided against it. He knew Peter had been his father's friend, and he also didn't want to commit any murders than the one he was destined for.

"Ha-ha-Harry," stammered Wormtail nervously. "I brought your food" He hastily put the bowl on the floor and hurried out of the room bolting the door behind him. Harry picked up the soup and brought it back to his makeshift bed. It was cold and watery and the vegetables were soggy. It reminded him of the soup the Dursley's had given him in the summer of his second year. He thought about the Dursley's and their perfect little house on Privet Drive

'I wonder what they are doing right now. Dudley's probably still living with them. It'd be a miracle if he made it out of the house' he snorted and remembered how the last time he had ever been there, Dudley was taking up two seats on the three-seat couch.

He ate the soup and saved the vegetables for Hedwig since there was no food for her. But suddenly Wormtail came back into the room, put owl food in a plate by the floor, and ran out of the room. Harry decided Hedwig had enough food (they gave her more than him) and ate the vegetables. He decided to try and Apparate home, though he knew it would be no use. He was right. No magic would work in the room, which explained why they left him his wand. He closed his eyes and thought of the place he wanted to go but when he reopened them, he was still in his cell. He decided to just conjure up exploding snap and played for a couple of hours. Once he got bored of that, he lay on his back on the floor and thought back to his years at Hogwarts. Soon he fell asleep.
In two hours he heard a loud and irritated hoot. He opened his eyes and saw Hedwig standing on next to him eating the food, with an envelope attached to her leg. He untied it and ripped it open. Inside was a letter from Hermione and a picture. On the letter in big flashing letters it said: READ ME FIRST. He opened the letter and read.

Dear Harry,

How are you? The Weasley's and I are all fine. But Ginny told us all something very strange. You know how she teaches at Hogwarts?

'Oh no,' Harry thought. She knows Jesse is there. 'No I'm jumping to conclusions. It's probably something else.'

Well she said that last night your roommate, Jesse showed up by floo powder, in the fireplace in the Great Hall. The one they added in sixth year remember? Anyway he went up to the teacher's table and said "is this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Dumbledore told him that it was and asked what he wanted and who he was. He said he's Harry Potter's roommate. Ginny said when everyone heard that they began panicking, even the students who by then had realized he's a Muggle. Everyone thought you must be in trouble if you sent a Muggle to Hogwarts. Then all the teachers went into Dumbledore's office with Jesse. He said he'd been kidnapped by someone, but that he managed to escape. He said that the kidnappers mentioned Hogwarts which is why he decided to go there. When Dumbledore asked him how he knew how to use floo powder he said he had seen one of his kidnappers using it and he'd decided to take his chances.

'Good old Jess he always knows what to do,' Harry mused.

Anyway by that time everyone had calmed down since it wasn't you that sent him. They started thinking about who could have kidnapped him and everyone's fingers pointed to Voldemort. They all thought he had somehow found out who your roommate was and kidnapped your roommate in an attempt to lure you to him, even though nobody understands how that would have worked unless he told you he had Jesse. Jesse is currently living in Hogwarts, and everyone is filling him in about magic, and Voldemort and you.

Please tell me you are ok. Where are you anyway? Hedwig looked very tired from her journey and flying from your house never made her so exhausted. We all really want to see you. Tell us your address and we'll come over and go to Hogsmeade or something. I asked Fudge and he said he'll give you the day off. Come on it'll be fun! Please reply soon and we'll come as soon as we find out where you live.

Lots of love,

Hermione.

He thought about the letter for a little and then remembered the picture. He took it out and there was a note scribbled on it.

Harry,

Carry this around with you and if you ever are in a sticky situation, look at it and remember us. We'll always be here for you.

Hermione

The picture was of the whole Weasley family, and Hermione. He smiled glad for a picture of his friends. No they were his family. The best family he could ever ask for.

Harry heard someone trying to open the door, so he hid the letter under Hedwig's perch. Right after he had hidden it the door opened, and a person he had never thought he would see again stepped into the room.

"Hello, Potty. What a sticky situation you are in. And now there's no weasel or a mudblood to help you out. My, my, what are you going to do?"

"Malfoy. What a pleasant surprise. Well actually it's not so surprising you'd end up here, but still. I never thought you would sink so low. A Death Eater? Didn't Voldemort have enough murdering, psychopathic, idiots bumbling around obeying his every command? Apparently not. And I'd thought your father was the last straw." That did it. Draco dived at him, but Harry quickly stepped out of his way. As long as he was with Malfoy again he might as well have some fun. "Oh dear. Are you hurt, Draco?" he asked as Malfoy fell to the floor. "I'm so sorry my Quidditch reflexes got the better of me." Everyone from their year at Hogwarts, knew how touchy Malfoy was on the subject of Quidditch since it was clear how much better Harry was as a Seeker than Draco. Even the Slytherins were forced to admit it.

"Potter!" the former Slytherin screamed. "Shut up and follow me!"

"Of course Drakie-poo," Harry said, using Pansy Parkinson's old pet name for Malfoy. He knew the other man hated it.

As they were walking down the hall, he started speaking again.

"And how's the family? How's Pansy Parkin- oh no I meant Pansy Malfoy." He knew Draco couldn't stand her but he had to marry for family power. Malfoy growled in a menacing way. But Harry just plowed on. "Alas again I'm wrong! She's not a Malfoy yet but soon, Draco soon don't worry." At this point Malfoy had had enough. He jumped on Harry and they rolled right into the room they stopped before.

"Draco, Draco, is this any way to treat our guest?" inquired a person in a chilling voice. When Malfoy didn't stop attacking Harry the man said. "Well I see you are incapable of speech. Let him up." Draco didn't do anything and the man began to sound angry. "Malfoy! Let him up NOW!" At this Draco seemed to suddenly realize where he was and stood up. Harry stood up quickly and looked around. He couldn't see anyone except Malfoy and-

"Snape?"

"Why hello, Potter. Never thought I'd see you again. Especially after you got me fired and sent to Azkaban after witnessing a very important, secret meeting." It was true right before Harry had left Hogwarts, Dumbledore taught him to see through Invisibility Cloaks. So when he saw Snape under one heading into the Forbidden Forest, he had gotten a camera and taped a meeting of the Death Eaters which included Snape. He had been fired and sent to Azkaban but he and the rest of the Death Eaters that were at the meeting escaped.

"What is this, the meeting of old enemies?"

"Mr. Harry Potter," the cold voice said. Suddenly a chair appeared out of nowhere and out stepped Tom Riddle.

"Apparently I was right." Harry muttered under his breath.

"What a pleasure."

"As always."

"Hmm… yes of course. I just wanted to say one thing to you. No three things. One: as of now, no magic will work in your room. Two: send another letter to anybody and they shall die. You may receive letters I suppose. Three: your torture session shall begin tomorrow. I suggest you eat your meals. You'll need your strength. You may go. Snape you lead him out Draco is a little too violent." Harry wondered why Tom was letting him receive letters still. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when his former Potions professor said,

"Yes Master." Snape bowed and grabbed Harry's arm. "Let's go, Potter." He led him back to the cell. Hedwig was gone. Snape literally threw Harry inside and then slammed the door shut and walked briskly away. Harry groaned. He had hit his head pretty hard on the cold stone floor. He rolled over on his back, just as everything went black.

When he woke up he noticed a bowl of soup and a small plate with disgusting cheese and stale bread. There was also a small cup of water. He ate quickly so he got nourishment but didn't actually taste too much of it. He noticed Hedwig was back and eating the owl food hungrily. There was a letter on her leg. He patted her on the head and opened the letter.

Harry please tell me: do you know anything about your roommate's abduction other than what Hermione told you? Please we need to know-Albus Dumbledore

Harry sadly put the note under the owl perch and lay down. Soon he was fast asleep.

The next day, after his soup breakfast, Lucius Malfoy came and took him to the same room he was in the other day. But it was different. There were hundreds of chairs. In the chairs sat the Death Eaters. Lucius left him standing in the middle of the room and went to sit down next to Draco. Then a door burst open and Lord Voldemort walked in.

"Aah Mr. Potter you are here. Good. We can begin." Harry was very confused as Voldemort sat down in a big armchair at the front of the room. He thought he was going to be tortured. "Wormtail?" For the first time Harry noticed Peter Pettigrew standing by a door in the corner of the room. He looked sad. Then he did something strange for a Death Eater.

'Am I seeing things, or did Pettigrew just send me an apologetic look?' Harry thought. But then Wormtail opened the door. Immediately a dementor floated into the room. 'A dementor? That's all? I can handle that no problem.' Harry thought. But when the dementor was near him, Voldemort pressed a button next to his chair. Immediately see-through walls popped up all around Harry and the dementor.

"Oh no," Harry groaned. "This is going to make things difficult."

"You bet it is Potter," Riddle laughed. Not only did the walls give Harry no escape, but they made it so that the dementor would not affect Voldemort or his followers.

"I can't believe the dementors work for Riddle," Harry said to himself. "No actually I can't believe it took them so long" he said louder.

"What?"

"Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts," Harry kept saying over and over. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The stag galloped around chasing the dementor. But the dementor came back again. The stag looked over at Harry. Harry grinned at it. Finally the dementor disappeared and the stag ran back to Harry. He felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked at the stag, "Thanks dad," he whispered. Then the stag disappeared. Peter noticed the boy's eyes. They were full of sadness. He saw him say something to the stag. He read Harry's lips and realized he said "Thanks dad"

Voldemort himself let dementor after dementor in the chamber amazed at this boy's Patronus. Finally after ten dementors the boy collapsed.

"Severus take him to his room."

"Yes my lord," Snape went over, picked up the unconscious boy and carried him to the cell.

It took Harry two weeks to wake up. When he did he found the food as always for him and Hedwig. He ate his and even though it was disgusting he needed and wanted more. He was almost starving. Then Wormtail came in and put a humongous bowl of steaming broth. Harry stared.

"Uh Wormtail?"

"Yes?"

"Why is it so big and why is it actually hot?"

"The Dark Lord said you are to have this. He said you'll need to rebuild your strength."

"Oh. More torture huh?" Peter didn't answer. He just left the room. As Harry was eating he noticed a letter pile on the floor. Hedwig suddenly flew in, not noticing he was awake, and started shaking the letter off of her leg.

"Hedwig!" she looked up and hooted gratefully, as he untied the letter. She flew over to her food to eat. The first letter on the pile was from Ron. It said.

Harry,

Where are you? Why didn't you answer Hermione's letter? Don't you want to see us? Harry come on we haven't seen you in two years! Give us your address please!

Ron

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. The next letter read:

Harry,

Why haven't you sent a reply? Hedwig keeps coming back but without any answers! Why are you not writing anymore? I need your answer please reply soon

Hermione

Another one from a week after that (there had been some in between but they were all like the last ones) said:

Harry this is not funny. We are past worrying now. Hedwig comes back for more letters without any answers to previous ones. If you want to keep up this friendship you will have to tell us what is going on and where you are. You've never gone so long without owling us at least a short little note before! Please, please, PLEASE, reply. We are getting angry and annoyed. We know you're ok because we saw a Daily Prophet in Diagon Alley and it didn't say anything about you. I mean if you have disappeared they would have written it. Nobody can miss something that big.-Ron and Hermione

The letter Hedwig had just brought was the worst one of all.

HARYY JAMES POTTER! THAT'S IT! WE ARE DONE TRYING. IF YOU WANT TO IGNORE US GO AHEAD. WE AREN'T SENDING YOU ANYMORE LETTERS. IF YOU WERE A TRUE FRIEND YOU WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS. WE CHECK THE DAILY PROPHET IN DIAGON ALLEY EVERYDAY AND THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT YOU. SO THAT'S IT. WE'RE DONE WITH THIS.

Sincerely,

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger

Harry was little surprised that they gave up so fast but then again, he hadn't been replying to them at all.

Just then Draco came in. He threw a newspaper at Harry.

"Today's paper," he said "they finally noticed something" and with that he left. Harry looked at the paper. It was the Daily Prophet. He groaned.

"Looks like Hermione and Ron gave up a day too early." The headline was:

Harry potter: Missing

Mr. Harry Potter, 19, has not been seen for the past two and a half weeks. He was seen last the day his roommate, Jesse Fryer, 19 and a Muggle, appeared at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry saying he had been kidnapped, and had managed to escape.

(Next Jesse's story was printed)

The search for Harry Potter has started but no one knows if we will find him.

They didn't say what everyone would definitely be thinking. That Voldemort had gotten him and killed him.

The next day he was taken in for another torture session like the last one. Again he was passed out for two weeks. This happened for two years in a row, except sometimes Tom would just use the crucatius curse. But mostly dementors. Harry began to wonder if Voldemort was going to kill him at all, after the first year ended. But apparently he was having too much of a good time, knowing he had complete control over Harry Potter.

Each session Peter Pettigrew saw the boy's eyes. The sadness and the tears. Each time he would whisper "thanks dad" and then pass out. Slowly, Peter began to feel the horrible sadness, and the terror of what he had done. He finally got over his fear of Voldemort enough to do what he knew he should have done the day he betrayed Lily and James. That is why near the end of the second year of Harry's imprisonment, Wormtail came in with no food but floo powder, and a knife.

"You are going to kill me now? About time," Harry said when he saw the knife. "But Tom couldn't do it himself, huh?"

"No Harry. I can't believe how long it has taken me, but I realize the full extent of what I have done. I've ruined your life. It's because of me your parents are dead, because of me you had a horrible life until you were eleven and maybe even after. It's all because of me. I think I actually realized it a long time ago but I was too afraid of… of…. V-v-Voldemort to acknowledge it. Harry I'm so sorry. Now take this floo powder and floo anywhere. Change your appearance, hide for a couple of years, and then come back. Don't forget anything you have here. Letters, Hedwig, anything." Harry sat stunned. He suddenly saw the Peter Pettigrew the marauders and his mother had been friends with.

"Peter…" that was the first time he had called him Peter and not Wormtail.

"Go! You are wasting time!"

"What are you going to do with the knife?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago. Ever since I betrayed all of my friends. Good luck, Harry Potter." And with that he plunged the blade into his stomach and fell over, dead. Harry stood shocked. He still hated Peter for ruining his life, but what he had just done… but before he could think about this any longer he heard the sound of a key in the lock. He dashed over to the owl perch, snatched the letters, grabbed Hedwig, got the floo powder, and right before he stepped into the fireplace he shouted,

"Thank you Peter Pettigrew!" just as Severus Snape stepped into the room. He ran into the fireplace shouted "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Digaon Alley!" and threw down the floo powder. Holding onto Hedwig and the letters tightly he vanished in the green flames.