Not My Live

Summery: An attack on Privet Dive leaves Harry with a disadvantage. Voldemort takes his chance and teaches Harry.

Chapter Two

Order of the Phoenix

Dumbledore sighed as he left the Ministry of Magic. He had just finished his yearly meeting with the school governors and was glad for it.; he hated seeing the governors. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for Minister Fudge. Fudge hated him; he hated using that term, but it was the truth. Fudge wanted him booted out of his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Once outside he quickly apparated to Hogwarts, where he planed to gather his belongings and head to his brothers. His brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, and he always got together for they're summers.

An hour later he had thrown the floo powder in the fire place and called out his destination before he stepped inside.

"Albus!" A voice called jovially as he stepped out of the fireplace and into a small but comfortable living room. Smiling he embraced his brother before stepping away and following his brother to the couch.

"Hello, Abe." He said fondly.

"Tea?" Abe offered.

"Please," Albus took the offered steaming cup of tea.

"So, how did your meeting go?" Abe asked curiously.

"Same as usual. Minister Fudge wants me out but was unable to achieve that goal. Maybe next year," he sighed as he finished.

"Ha! Doubtful. Everyone loves you." Albus smiled.

"How's Hogs Head?" Albus asked. His brother worked there during the school year and six days a week during the summer holidays. Albus sometimes helped him during the summer.

"Business is going well."

"That's-," Albus paused as his beloved phoenix, Fawkes, burst into the room through colorful flames. He had a note in his beak. Taking the note, Albus read,

Headmaster,

Break in the wards of Privet Drive Number Four. Death Eaters. Potter missing.

Auror Moody

Standing up abruptly Albus looked alarm. "I need to leave. There has been a break in the wards at Harry Potter's residence." Abe nodded soberly.

"I'll see you later. I hope things go well. Please inform me if I can help in any way."

"I will." And with that, Albus left his brothers and apparated to Privet Drive Number Four. All the way he wondered what had happened to the wards. They were supposed to be up and strong, being managed by the ministry.

Once he got his bearings on his surroundings he quickly looked around for Moody. Finding him near Arabella Figgs house he asked what happened.

Moody had supposedly been the Defense Against the Dark Art's professor this past school year, but unknown to everyone he had been kidnapped and held in a magical trunk by a Death Eater who used the Polyjuice potion to keep his façade as Moody. After the Death Eaters arrest and Moody's recovery, he joined the Aurors again.

"Arabella Figg is dead." Moody informed Albus. "We've evacuated the neighborhood and placed some warding spells, disorientating directional spells, as well as some memory spells so no one will intervene with the Ministry investigation. Petunia Dursley was killed by means of the killing curse. Vernon Dursley was not home at the time, and has been informed of the attack, his wife's death, his son's condition, and his nephews kidnapping."

"Dudley Dursley is still alive?" Albus asked shocked. Usually Death Eaters killed everyone. It was rare for them to leave someone alive. He would have expected Voldemort to order Harry's family all dead.

"He is alive, but not well. They used crucio on him until he lost his mind; he's been taken into a Muggle hospital and they are being told the cause was seizures."

"And Harry Potter? What is known?" Albus asked. It was terrible news that Petunia Dursley had been killed, and that her son, Dudley, had been tortured to the point of insanity. It was always terrible news when a child was hurt.

Moody sighed. "The Death Eaters had to have caught them unawares. We found some of Potter's blood in the kitchen. Honestly, we don't know any more then that."

Dumbledore nodded sadly. "Please tell me of any news. There will be an Order meeting this evening." Moody nodded his understanding and Albus apparated back to Hogwarts. He needed to prepare for the upcoming meeting.

Six o'clock that night everyone was gathered at the Noble House of Black (they're headquarters). News of the attack had not yet been released to the general public, so many were wondering why they were there. Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat before he began seriously.

"Today I received rather unfortunate and worrying news. There was an attack on Privet Drive by Death Eaters," several gasps were heard. He raised his hand to stop anyone from speaking. "We do not know very much. Petunia Dursley was murdered by means of the Avada Kedavra curse. Dudley Dursley was tortured into insanity. Thankfully, Vernon Dursley was not home at the time of the attack-,"

"But what about Harry?" A skinny man with shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes spoke up. This man's name was Sirius Black. Two years ago he had escaped from the magical Prison, Azkaban, after being wrongfully convicted for the murders of twelve Muggles, Peter Pettigrew, and James and Lily Potter. But most of all, he was also Harry Potter's godfather.

"He was kidnapped. There must have been a struggle because some blood was found, but we do not know any more then that." Dumbledore answered. Everyone was stunned.

"Why didn't he defend himself with his wand?" Asked Arthur Weasley. He knew Harry had been in trouble for previously using accidental magic, but he didn't think that would stop him from protecting himself if needed.

"His wand had been taken from him and locked away when he came home for the summer. It was in the family safe in his uncles office." Moody answered gruffly.

"What about the wards?" Remus Lupin asked.

"I am still looking into that. The ministry had control of the wards but are being rather tight lipped about it," answered Dumbledore.

"What now?" Molly Weasley asked, tears glistening in her eyes. She and her husband thought of Harry as one of they're own and it was difficult to know he was now in Voldemorts hands.

"Now, we search for Harry. I want to be informed if any of you learn anything."

"What do we tell the kids?" Arthur asked sadly.

"The truth, Harry is missing and we are doing all we can to find him."

The Weasley kids were all confused as to why they were called to a family meeting. They had been informed of the Order of the Phoenix when they had moved here for Summer break; and they knew a meeting had been held earlier in the evening. But what did it have to do with them?

They're parents seemed to not want to begin the conversation they had called they're children in for.

"Mum," George asked bringing the attention to him, "What's going on? What's wrong?"

Molly began, her voice slightly choked up. "There was an attack by Death Eaters earlier today. Th-they attack P-Privet Drive," she paused attempting to regain some control. "They killed Petunia Dursley, and Dudley Dursley is in hospital."

"But what about Harry?" Ron asked in alarm. Was his friend okay? Arthur answered for his distraught wife.

"He's missing." He said seriously.

"He's missing?" Ron breathed, his parents nodded solemnly.

"What is everyone doing to find him?" Fred asked.

"Searches are being conducted." They're father answered.

"I thought he was protected there?" Ginny asked.

"He was, by wards. Something was wrong with the wards. We don't yet know what." They're father answered as he held his wife who was now crying.

No one moved for several long moments. Ron jumped up, shocking them all, and ran up the stairs ignoring his parent's calls.

Crabbe arrived within the half hour of been called. He was ordered to examine Harry Potter of all people, but did as he was asked. He was also told what had happened.

Unknown to most people Crabbe had learned some Wizarding medicine. He hadn't made it to healer, but he had been close. Close enough for Voldemort to call on him for any healing that was needed after a Death Eater raid.

The examination took a little over half an hour before he went to tell the Dark Lord his findings.

"I have completed my physical examination. It is my beliefe the blows he suffered to his head caused swelling, being stunned also aggravated the head injury. Combined with the shock of his home being attacked probably caused a form of amnesia."

"Are you certain of this?" The Dark Lord asked eyeing Crabbe.

"I won't know for certain until I speak with him while he is awake." Voldemort nodded and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"When do you expect him to wake?"

"A few hours time," Crabbe answered. Again Voldemort looked thoughtful, Crabbe waited patiently.

"If he is still unable to remember anything, tell him things will be explained when he is feeling stronger," Crabbe looked curiously at his master. What was he planning? But it wasn't his place to comment or question so he nodded.

Hours later Potter began to show signs of waking. Finally his green eye's fluttered open and he looked around at the blurry surroundings.

"Hello," A man said speaking in a soothing voice.

"Hi," the raven haired boy said hesitantly. Was this man going to hurt him?

"My name is Doctor Crabbe." He figured it would be best to stay with Muggle terms, even though he detested doing so, but it was something the boy was familiar with. "You've had a terrible spill and I imagine you are not feeling very will at the moment. But I want you to answer some questions for me." The raven haired boy nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Crabbe asked.

"My head hurts, and I'm sore," the boy answered. Crabbe nodded.

"What's your name?" Crabbe asked as he shined his wand light into Harry's eyes; he looked away when the bright light blocked the vision he did have.

The boy hesitated. He didn't know. What was his name?

"I-I don't know." He answered honestly. "What is my name?" He asked Crabbe.

Crabbe froze. What should he say? The Dark Lord obviously wanted him to treat the boy pleasantly and to act like they knew him. He very well couldn't know him and not know his name! What should he say!

Finally he came up with a name. If his master didn't like it then they could say it was they boy's middle name, and he would suffer the consequences. But he would probably suffer the consequences anyway.

"Alex," he finally answered in a more confident voice then he felt.

"What happened?" The boy, now, 'Alex' asked.

"That is a conversation probably best had when your feeling better," he answered more confidently. Alex nodded.

"What's the last thing you remember," Crabbe asked. Alex thought for several moments before answered in a quiet voice.

"Nothing." Crabbe sighed.

"I want you to drink this and rest," he said handing Alex a goblet of dreamless sleep. Sleep was the best thing for the boy now. Alex drank it down and immediately felt its effects. Crabbe gently got Alex into a more comfortable position before leaving the room.

End of Chapter Two

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm glad you like it so far! I hope you like the new chapter! I will try and update again tonight, but that depends on if I have the time to type it. I also have half a chapter written on Life Changed Year 3 and will have it posted within the week. THANK YOU for your reviews! Please continue to REVIEW as I really appreciate them and love reading them!