When Harry came to, he found himself in a small, darkly-lit room. He tried to move but then realized he had been tied to a chair.
"What?" Harry mumbled, lifting his head, "Uhg…."
Harry attempted to lift it again but let it fall when sheer pain shot through it. He waited a few seconds before trying a third time. When he had finally lifted his head, he blinked several times. His vision wavered back and forth, shifting in and out of focus as his head continued to spin. Once his head had stopped spinning and his focus became clearer, Harry looked up at his surroundings.
The room contained a small table no more than three feet in front of Harry, a chair on the opposite side, a tiny, built-in light in the center of the room, and upon one of the walls was a mirror.
'Where am I?' Harry thought to himself while staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Harry turned his head to the right to find a small gash along his upper forehead; still slightly bleeding. When he turned his head around to the front, he heard the door handle shake.
A figure entered the room and approached the table. Once the figure sat down, a light flickered on above them, causing Harry to squint.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat brought in…" a familiar voice said.
Harry opened his eyes to find Darren seated across from him. He glared and tried to wiggle out of his bindings.
"What do you want, Darren?" Harry growled.
"It's not what I want but what he wants…" Darren snickered, "and so far, he's very close to that goal."
"What goal?"
"Erasing the memories of those you most love…"
"What would that do? You think that erasing their memories would stop me from chasing you down?" Harry asked through clenched teeth.
Darren laughed, "You are one of a kind, Harry, thinking that, since you saved the world from the Dark Lord, you can do anything you damn well please."
Harry started to protest, but Darren wasn't going to listen. He stood and began to exit the room, chuckling to himself as he closed the door behind him.
Harry called after him but heard only his echo, as it bounced off the walls and ceiling. He struggled in his bindings for a few minutes before finally giving up. He let his head rest on his chest and, a moment later, he was out cold.
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When Harry awoke the second time, he was not alone. He looked up to find not only Darren but a man hidden beneath a dark cloak.
"What now?" Harry asked, growing more impatient as time dragged on.
"Hello, Harry," the hooded figure replied.
At the sound the man's voice, Harry's head shot straight up; looking at the figure in utter disbelief then pure anger.
"Malfoy…" Harry growled once again trying to free himself from his bindings.
"It won't work, Harry; they're magical ropes and only the user can undo them unless you know the exact spell, which, seeing as your wand is lying here on the table, seems impossible."
"What do you want?"
"Your precious mudblood…she's seems to be the only mudblood left in these parts and she is in my way," Malfoy snickered.
"So, you're the one behind the deaths of all those innocent witches and wizards…" Harry said, anger rising within him.
"Yeah, and what are you going to do about it, Potter! The ministry will have a fun time trying to find the culprit since your not there to let them know. Soon, Harry, Hermione will be all gone. Out of our way, just like we had intended. You see, Harry, every potion we give someone does not only contain a rapid memory loss but in the end it also kills the victim, leaving no evidence for the ministry to find," Draco said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You'll never get away with this, Malfoy!" Harry yelled, struggling to free himself.
"Sorry, Potter, but that is just not how this story ends," Draco replied, getting up and heading for the door, "We'll be back later to finish the job."
Harry waited till Malfoy and Darren had left the room before letting out an exasperated scream. Harry began to become angrier and was soon attempting to bite through the robes. As Harry gnawed away, he didn't hear the door unlatch itself until the figure had completely entered the room.
"What? Come to finish me off already?" Harry asked, glaring up at the intruder.
Harry was about to make another rude remark when he saw the intruder's eyes. They were a woman's. His facial expression softened and he relaxed, but prepared himself for the worst.
"Shhh…" the woman whispered, getting closer to him, "I need to get these bindings off of you, so hold still."
Harry looked up at the woman with a confused expression written upon his face, "You're not going to kill me?"
"Why would I free you if I was going to do that?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, trying to peer under the hood to get a better look; her eyes looked vaguely familiar.
"That doesn't matter right now. Hold, still please," she said, as she went around to the back of the chair.
Harry heard her mutter a spell and felt the bindings loosen. He pushed the ropes of his body and stood up. As he headed for the door, the woman stopped him.
"Harry, I think you should wear this…" she said, holding out a cloak.
Harry looked from her to cloak and back, "How did you get this? And how do you know my name?"
The woman didn't reply.
"This cloak was buried in the trunk—" he started to say, but she finished the sentence for him.
"The trunk at the foot of your bed, I know, Harry. Just trust me and please don't ask any more questions."
Harry's widened as he listened to her voice.
'What? It can't be…how?' he thought to himself.
"Hermione?" he said cautiously.
Instead of answering his questioned, she replied, "Come on, we should get going. They'll be back at any moment. Just put that on and follow me."
Harry decided that is was better not to argue at the moment and threw the cloak over his head. Then, Harry followed the woman out, down the hallway and out the back door.
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Darren unlocked the door and was about to announce his arrival when he notice the room was empty.
"What! That's impossible!" Darren yelled before taking off down the hallway. He rounded the next corner and ran through the first door he came to.
"Malfoy, he's gone!" he shrieked.
"What! Are you sure!" Malfoy asked, quickly running over to the security cameras.
Malfoy flipped through the channels until he reached Harry's room.
"He's right here, you idiot!"
"No! I saw with my own eyes, he's not there! Go look for yourself!"
Malfoy grunted before sprinting off in the direction Darren had just taken. He fumbled with the lock before it finally opened. He walked in and found a completely empty room.
"Told ya," a tired-out Darren called from the doorway.
"We'll follow them…"
"What!"
"Don't what me, just do as I say! Now, go!" Malfoy yelled before disappearing.
"Uhg…fine!" Darren muttered, rolling his eyes before he too vanished, leaving the two to find for themselves.
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Once outside, the woman led Harry towards a patch of trees. Harry followed closely behind until they were a safe distance away. He then stopped and removed the cloak.
"What are you doing!" the woman shrieked, "We need to continue!"
"Not until I find what I had originally come here for," Harry said looking around, "Do happen to know of an herb by the name of Star Grass?"
"Star Grass? Yeah, why?"
"If you're the person I'm thinking of, then you should know exactly why I need this item. So, do you know?"
"You're standing on it," she said, pointing down towards his feet.
Harry looked below him to find that he wasn't stepping on normal, green grass, but instead it was pinkish-blue.
"Thanks, this will only take a few minutes."
Harry reached into his pocket and retrieved two tiny Viles. Muttering a charm, the Viles grew back to their normal height. He bent down and proceeded to pull up grass and shove it in the Viles. Harry finally succeeded after about ten minutes.
"Alright, I've got it. Let's go. The next location on the list is Tokyo, Japan," Harry replied.
"Well, then, times a wasting!" she called, grabbing Harry by the wrist and disappearing with a loud crack.