A/N well, here is chapter two, not much to say this time...lol

Disclaimer : see first chapter if you need one.

Off somewhere in Scotland location unknown, Harry looked around him wondering what happened and where he was. It was interesting to watch him look around the room trying to decide wither or not the owner was friendly just from his surroundings. He first looked at the rich dark wood mantle and slowly followed it up to the painting above the mantle a painting from the 15th century. In the picture was Vlad the impaler but I doubt young Harry knew this yet. He turned around and looked at me, well the chair I'm sitting in I'm sure. Harry looked seemingly threw me to the chair beneath me, the rich dark wood with leather. Then he seemed to notice me for the first time. His eyes widened slightly, probably out of shock or fear.

"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me? Do you work for Voldemort?" Harry said, he seemed anxious to know the answers but also a bit worried.

"Where we are even I do not know. Who am I? Well you do not need to know my name yet, but I'm not going to hurt you. What do I want with you is something you will learn later when we meet the guests that are going to be arriving later. Do I work for Voldemort? No, never did and never will. I'd rather die the ruin my pride like that, working for a blind egotistical self-proclaimed dark lord." I can clearly see my words have affected him as he no longer looks scared but more thoughtful.

"What do you mean even you don't know where we are? I mean surely you brought me here you must know where here is." His words although naive where wise for his age.

"I have been here before, and the place has no real address. I'm sure you will soon learn how I can be here and come here without knowing where hear is, but for now it must suffice to say I've been coming here for a long time." I can clearly see my words have intrigued him.

"So you said I had to wait for your guests to arrive before I'd find out why I'm here, correct?", Harry looked like he really wanted to understand everything that was happening around him and try to gain some measure of control, how interesting.

"Yes, but they are not my guests all shall be explained later, it's not my place to explain it, it was my job to bring you here and watch you till it was time to bring you to the guests", Harry looked perplexed at what I'd said but seemed to understand that I wasn't going to give him any more information about what he'd asked until it was time.

"So, what am I allowed to do while I wait for this meeting to occur?", his eyes seemed to brighten a bit at the prospect of being able to do something other then sitting around staring into space.

"look around you, your in one of the eldest intact library's in the world. There is plenty to read, I'm sure you can find a book to entertain you till it it time for the meeting", his expression soured but he nodded his head agreeing he might find something entertaining.

A/N: this chapter although short is told from the person who captured Harry's point of view. No he's not a bad person, but he is important to the story later on, and I will tell this story from multiple point's of view.