Chapter 2

DANNY'S POV

I followed Dumbledore and Harry into the house. It was dark, grey, and cold. Not physically, it was the kind of cold you sense that makes you feel unwelcome, or watched. I had a creepy feeling Dumbledore knew where I was. Then, someone yelled "Stupefy!" I closed my eyes.

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I woke up slowly, at least that's what I let on. I had been awake the entire time, but I didn't move while I was magically tied to a chair, I stayed slumped over, with my eyes closed. I'm fairly sure some of my half healed wounds have opened up. Again.

"You really should have been nicer to him, he's so skinny, I wonder how he got so cut up, poor kid." The kind sounding feminine voice said for the tenth time. She had been annoying everyone who had 'captured' me. For the fifteenth time I wondered if Clockwork was right about what I had to do. I opened my eyes, and moaned, playing the just waking up from being passed out card. I saw that we were in a hall way in front of many pictures that appeared to be sleeping.

Everyone looked at me and I blinked my eyes a few times because that's the kind of thing someone who just woke up from being passed out would do. I scowled there was a black haired man, a plump red haired woman, with Harry in the back as well as few others I recognized only because Clockwork had showed them to me in his future looking glass thing.

One of whom being Ron, who was currently eating off a hand held plate. I couldn't help staring at him, or more accurately, his food. I hadn't eaten for a week. Maybe more. Ron seemed a little freaked out that I seemed to be glaring at him. I'm so hungry...

"Why did you follow Dumbledore in, and more importantly, how?" Lupin asked. I tore my gaze from the food and explained "I saw the note he gave Harry, as to why, that's classified." The black haired man stalked up to me and growled, "You obviously don't know who I am. I'm Sirius Black, the known murderer. You will tell us what we want to know..." he left the unsaid threat hanging. I snorted, "No, you are no killer, I do not work for Voldemort, yes I am a wizard, and-" I was cut off by a sound, it was absolutely horrendous, worse than that of a banshee, it was an unearthly screech that was a horror from the depths of hell itself, and it was made far worse by the fact that I have extraordinary hearing.

My hands ripped off the ropes on their own accord to come to the rescue of my ears. Then I felt a hand reach for the gun at my side, the idiots didn't disarm me? The sound stopped, I slowly realized that I was on my knees and the shuddering breaths that bordered on sobs belonged to me. I realized Lupin was in a similar position. I sniffed the air, wolf, he must be a werewolf. Groaning and rubbing my ears, I slowly stood up, still scowling, only to get my legs swept out from under me and more ropes summoned to hold me still. Just my typical day, at least it's not Walker this time.

"Stay down!" Sirius said, "What are you?" my stomach growled, and the plump red head said "Oh give him a break, at least let him have something to eat!" at the mention of food, my scowl disappeared, the red head turned to me, "I'll bet your starved, how would you like your eggs?"