Sirius stood looking out of a window. Hogwarts hadn't changed much after he had gone. He watched students file out to the train, leaving a few days earlier for he holidays, as Dumbledore had requested.

The search was on for Harry. But so far, nothing had come up. Sirius knew he was over reacting, it had only been a day…or was it two? He couldn't remember.

Feeling like some one was watching him, he turned to see Remus leaning on the entrance to Gryffindor's common room. Remus smiled weakly before walking over to a bed and flopping on it.

Sirius looked at his friend in concern. Remus had large circles under his eyes, and his pale skin looked like he hadn't slept at all for a while.

Sirius realised he must look the same, and silently laughed at himself. He took one last glance out of the window and the students before sitting on the edge of Remus's bed.

"You all right, mate?" he asked.

Remus refused to answer. Instead, he turned and sighed, then buried his face in the pillow.

Sirius winced at his friends poor state. He moved closer and shook his shoulder.

"What is it?" snapped Remus, looking up at Sirius.

"Nothing. I just think that you should come down and eat something, before you go to sleep."

Remus laughed at his friend.

"You look like you should follow your own advice." He said, then, as an afterthought added, "I wasn't planning on going to sleep anyway. I'm not tired."

His dark eyes refused to compliment his lie.

"Look, we are both going through the same thing. I know that because I feel just the same way. But the fact is, how are we going to be able to help Harry if we're like this all he time while he's gone…?" asked Sirius.

Remus nodded in a half hearted kind of way and sat up. Sirius saw his friend wince slightly, and was immediately at his side.

"Whats the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing." Replied Remus, raising his eyebrows at Sirius.

Sirius saw Moony try to hide his shoulder, but he had already seen the crimson colour emerging through his shirt.

"Moony! You're bleeding! What happened?"

"Nothing."

"For gods sake, let me see your shoulder."

Remus shrugged and shook his head.

"I said I'm fine Sirius. Nothings the matter."

Padfoot growled, then pinned Remus down opening his shirt. Remus gasped, and struggled, trying to wriggle away…but Sirius was a much stronger man then he was. He had no chance.

Sirius's eyes went wide with shock as he looked at Remus's shoulder. There was a large gash, deep, and bleeding heavily.

"Bloody hell, Moony! Where did that come from? Why haven't you gone to see Madam Pomfrey yet?" he let go of Remus and stood up, furious at his friends secret.

Remus laughed and stood up as well, heading off to the exit.

"I'm feeling a bit more hungry now…lets go." He said, not bothering to turn around and look at Sirius.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened!" exclaimed Sirius.

Remus sighed, and turned around.

"Don't worry about it. Lets just concentrate on Harry…. Its what you do best." He said quietly, then headed off again.

Sirius was tongue tied. What had Remus meant by that? He frowned, and stared at Moony's retreating back, feeling guilty all of a sudden.

He was worried about his friend. There was no denying that. Remus was his best friend. But it didn't mean he put Remus aside for Harry….

Feeling a sense of self pity and distress, he headed towards Dumbledore's office, hoping for better news on Harry.

Harry woke up in the dark room for the second time.

Looking around, he noticed Barty wasn't here. He sighed with relief.

He eyed the ropes that were still tied around him, and felt frustrated. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? The ropes were thick and felt heavy…but tight. There wasn't a knife around either, from what he could see.

Wait…

Something glinted in the corner of the room. Harry sat up and shuffled across the floor, looking at the shiny thing.

It wasn't a knife. It was a piece of glass. He sighed, but decided if he was ever going to get out of wherever this was, he had to cut the ropes.

After a moment of uncomfortable try's at picking up the glass in his mouth, he sat up and expertly dropped it into his hand tied behind his back. Thank God for Quidditch.

He sliced at the ropes for a while, repeatedly cutting them, until at last, one rope fell off. Smiling grimly, he tugged at the rest of the ropes, and they fell off.

Harry ran his hands through his hair as he surveyed the room. The door was the obvious exit. The window was much too small. Anyway, he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

His wand wasn't in sight, and he instantly felt depressed. Without his wand he had nothing. Barty must have taken it with him….wherever he went.

Harry walked to the door and hastily pulled it open. There was a hallway. Leading to some stairs. He could hear people chatting from below.

He made his way down the stairs, trying to be careful, when a loud voice boomed from behind him.

"Aren't you a bit young to be in here?"

Harry turned, and looked at a very annoyed, old looking man, wearing dark robes.

At least he was in some place magical.

"…err, I'm sorry. I didn't mean- well, I didn't know…. Do you mind telling me where I am?" asked Harry, trying to appear casual.

The man frowned.

"You're in The Black Unicorn. A little pub. We're at the end of Knockturn Alley….Surely you know where you are boy. Or are you really as thick as you look?"

With that the man laughed, making Harry take a cautious step back.

"Where's the door?" he asked.

"To your left."

Harry mumbled a thanks and turned, heading towards a dark oak door, past some wizards who were in a deep conversation. He prayed no one would recognise him.

Opening the door, he looked out. He needed to make it back to Diagon Alley. Some one there could help. Maybe if he went to the Leaky Cauldron he could-

Harry couldn't help but notice a few items in the shop he just walked past. A large cloak was for sale, and Harry knew that he needed something like it to get out of here, unnoticed.

Putting his hands in his pockets he knew he didn't have any money. A galleon would do…

He mentally cursed himself for what he was about to do.

A witch came walking past him, and Harry knocked himself into her, grabbing her purse as he did.

"Watch where you're going you stupid boy!" she snarled, and carried on down the pathway.

Harry smiled as he pulled a galleon out of her purse. Fred and George had taught him that. He never thought he'd need to use it.

A suspicious looking wizard gave him the cloak, and once Harry had paid him, he instantly walked out, pulling on the cloak and tying it around him, hood up.

I have to look casual. Normal, Harry thought, hurriedly passing groups of dark looking witches.

Diagon Alley just about came into sight, and Harry felt hope. He walked a bit faster, willing himself further on.

"You know, you're very good at stealing." Said Barty, emerging from an invisibility cloak in front of him.

Harry froze, staring into Barty's mocking eyes, then started to run to his right, along an even darker alleyway.

Barty laughed. This boy wasn't getting out of this. He ran after him, much faster, and whipped out his wand.

Witches and wizards looked curious, sensing something was happening.

"Stupefy!" yelled Barty aiming for the raven haired kid hurtling through a crowd of witches.

Harry ducked, hearing Barty send the spell, and saw a lady beside him fall over. He pushed himself up, and carried on running, not knowing where he was heading.

"Damn." Whispered Barty as the boy got up and ran, and he quickly followed.

He yelled another stupefy curse, and this time Harry was too slow.

Harry fell to the ground with a thump, and people started to crowd around him.

Barty pushed people out of his way as he moved closer to Harry. He pulled the boy nearer and took the portkey Lord Voldemort had given him out of one of his many pockets.

The two of them hurtled into a graveyard that was all too similar to Harry.

Barty flicked his wand at Harry who stood up and glared at him.

"Its time to see the Dark Lord, Harry." Said Barty.

"I've already seen him. Don't particularly want to at the moment." Snapped Harry, backing away from Barty.

Barty chuckled. Harry was going to come, whether he wanted to or not.

He pointed his wand at Harry, who wasn't surprised to find ropes, yet again, tying themselves around him.

Barty dragged a struggling Harry along to the dark house over looking the graveyard and waited.

Voldemort strode out of the doorway, stopping in front of Harry.

"Welcome back Mr Potter. So nice to see you again." He said.

Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he tried to ignore the pain erupting from his scar.

Voldemort casually walked around Harry, noting that the boy looked a mess. He smirked at the cloak that Harry had so obviously purchased from Knockturn Alley.

"Ah, Harry….It seems you may becoming more like us every day." Voldemort chuckled in a manner that was cold and toneless.

Harry exploded at this.

"I am nothing like either of you! Get away from me!"

Barty knelt down and forced Harry to look at him.

"I'll think you'll find you are a lot like us…" Barty said, then said in a quieter voice added, "Or at least, soon will be…"

Harry's eyes grew wide as he took in Barty's words, and he tried to back away again.

"Wha-what do you mean?" he asked, secretly wishing he hadn't.

Barty stood up and looked at Voldemort before looking back at Harry.

"You're going to be staying here for a while, Harry."

"What do you mean? You want to kill me. Why keep me alive?"

"Because," said Voldemort, "we are going to be 'teaching' you for a while."

Harry instantly felt something that felt very much like dread fill his stomach. What did they want from him? God, if he had a wand, he would-

"You wont be able to escape from here, I warn you. There will be Death Eaters patrolling, there is also a powerful spell around the perimeter of the area. I advise you to stay in the grounds. But for now, you will stay in the house." Voldemort explained.

Harry instantly felt the need to run. To get away from here. Why did this have to happen? It didn't make sense…

Barty sprung on him, and forced another potion down Harry's throat. Harry fought the continuous urge to fall asleep.

"What do you want?" he asked drowsily, lying on the ground and looking up at the smug faces of Barty and Voldemort who were watching him.

Voldemort knelt down this time and touched Harry's scar, emitting a gasp of pain from Harry.

"You." He said.

With that, Harry Potter closed his eyes, as an overcoming sense of despair and fear leapt inside of him.

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