Chapter 2: Kidnapped
When Harry awoke at noon the next day, he did not find himself lying in bed with sunshine swimming through his room. He was not warm, and did not feel as if he had peacefully slept through the night.
Instead, he felt cold and like he had been tossed around by such a force that his left foot ached with extreme pain, and his rib cage did not feel much better.
He was curious of where he was. But he dared not open his eyes, for he could hear voices.
They were very close, too...
"You fool! How could
you let them escape with him?" whispered one voice frantically.
It was a man's; he sounded livid.
"You did little to
help the matter! Standing there watching, while we fought like loyal
servants to Him should!" said a second voice. It, also a man's,
had a certain hissing manor about it.
Wait a minute, thought Harry, I know those voices...
He knew it was safe to open his eyes now. He could even feel warm, shallow breathing on his face...
Harry flung his eyelids open. But the face he met was not what he had exepected...
"Hello, Harry..."
Harry screamed. It was the shrillest scream he had ever emitted in his life.
At the same moment, he felt searing pain on the upperside of his wrist, and warmnes trickle down his cold hand.
Harry stopped screaming.
"Yes, it is nawt vawy good to scweam, is it, baby Harry?" said a mock-baby voice.
Hatred filled every freezing and numb fiber of Harry's body.
"Voldemort."