A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the wait.

Disclaimer: Imma hobo, own nothing. 'Cept for mes ideas.

"Oh dear."

The empty spot where Harry was standing seconds before was burning slightly, wisps of bluish smoke floating here and there. Dumbledore was dumbfounded. He looked at the little adorable tiny stars sewn purple pouch with respectable caution. He had at least no less than fifty Lemon drops from the pouch everyday, so that incident really shouldn't had happened, his lemon drops were all legally safe! Does that mean he will spontaneously combust one day? Having his ancient soul blasted to bits was not happy happy thought, so he fill his mind with pitiful Harry instead. Poor, dear, sweet Harry. He did not even get a proper chance to enjoy his life full while alive, now his soul promptly exploded into nothingness before getting to carefully enjoy his lemon drops. Dumbledore hoped that whatever bits of Harry will not blame his delicious, delightful lemon drops.

And now he must run. Before the dead spirit of Lily founds out about this, he must escape to Merlin knows where. She will snatch and burn all his precious lemon drops. With her dead husband and drooling friend, they will.

Harry was pulled through a whirling vortex of colors, which for some unknown reasons, wear some very familiar faces. The first he saw resembles him to a very scary extent; it looks to be in agony and was blue.

The rest was so fast he could not see straight, every color imaginable was pumped into his eyes, his vision blurred and burned, he could barely see himself

"Harry...."

He heard a voice, a very soft dreamy voice that sounded like Luna, he turned, and saw red with his mother's green eyes. Harry cried out blood and screamed.

Two sets of feet stormed down to the Great Hall. A hand pushed open the doors, the pairs of feet headed on to the Gryffindor table. Glares were sent to those that dared to whisper and stare.

"I can't believe it! That slimy ferret must have something to do with it! We all know that he disappeared the same day Harry did!" Ron yelled, and slammed his hands on the table, startling those sitting nearby.

"But Ron!" Hermione argued," Malfoy doesn't have a reason to kidnap Harry, he saved Malfoy so many times! And many people disappeared that day like him! You kept saying that Malfoy's a manslut and wanted him for himself, that doesn't explain anything! Even if Malfoy did kidnap Harry, I'd rather have that happen than Malfoy leaving him to those mobbing fans! Can't you stop accusing Malfoy and start to focus more on finding Harry instead?"

Hermione tried nudging Ron to sit down to no avail. Ron just shoved some food into his robes and ran back up to the dorms with a "hummpff!"

In a dark alley up in New York, a figure sits down in his cardboard box home and smirks to his companion. His hands were filled with MacDonald coupons.

"So, how do we use these anyway?"

A/N: You people can't imagine how motivated I am when I gotten a PM from the Ninja guy asking when it would updated. So fucking joyed.