And the please continues have it! I'm glad you guys liked it so much and let's see how long I can keep you guessing with my plotline. Hopefully it doesn't get too nutty.

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Apparently Potter was adept at controlling the car. After their initial burst of uncontrollable speed, the teen had laughed, straitened the car, and proceeded to explain.

"Sorry," he said. "Couldn't resist."

"You know how to drive?" Granger asked.

"Aunt Petunia made me learn so I could chauffer."

"She is really lazy."

"Yes. Yes she is."

The two of them lapsed into silence. The lack of noise hung heavily in the small, blue car. Lucius could barely stand it. Despite his training as a Death Eater and a Slytherin he was unable to fully squash the curious feeling inside of him. This captivity was just too interesting and things had just twisted too suddenly. He had to know. He had to find out.

"Who is Papa Odie?" he asked, suddenly.

"Nobody," Potter replied.

I'm serious Potter," Lucius said, trying to sound as intimidating as he could. He was tired of this already. The grey, sticky stuff Potter had used on his wrists was really starting to itch in a slow tortuous way and he was actually still groggy from the medicine Potter had used on them.

"So am I," Potter snapped back and Lucius could feel his mounting anger even from the backseat. "You'll see when we get there. Don't worry. I think you'll like him. He's a complete arsehole and likes to make fun of people."

"You just described yourself," Greyback piped up, showing a rare moment of humor. Granger snorted heavily clearly trying-and failing miraculously-to hold in a laugh.

"Shut up, fur-face!" Potter exclaimed.

"Oh, real mature Harry," Granger said, sounding a bit put-out for some reason. "Pick on the disenfranchised werewolf."

"Why are you defending him?" Potter nearly shouted, his voice high and sounding offended. "He's a Death Eater. And he totally started it!"

"Well, maybe he wouldn't have to be a Death Eater if the Ministry didn't pick on him!"

Lucius felt his eyebrows go up. Was Granger actually defending the well hated monster, Fenrir Greyback, or was he hallucinating? Not that it was truly a surprise. Everything in the last twenty-four hours had been a strange and telling surprise. He didn't much like it.

"I can't believe you're actually going to lecture me about werewolf rights. I'm the one who supported Remus when he got all guilt ridden about nearly eating four innocent people."

"There were five people there," Granger reminded him. Lucius was again, completely lost but he listened anyway. He wondered if they realized that their bickering was giving away valuable information that could possibly be used against them later when Lucius finally found a way to escape. He doubted it. They were Gryffindors.

"Snape isn't an innocent person."

"Really, Harry?" Granger asked, clearly annoyed. "Every year you accuse him of something super illegal, super immoral, or both, and every year he winds up being completely innocent. And sometimes he even saves your life."

"He's guilty!" Potter exclaimed, apparently adamant in his assessment of Lucius's old school friend. Potter was a stubborn one, then.

"Of what?"

"Of something dammint!" Potter shouted, agitated. "Even if I have to plant evidence I will prove he's guilty." Granger didn't even try to make him see the flaw in that logic. She just shook her head and leaned forward to the middle of the car. She pressed a button and the sounds of Muggle music filled the car. She pressed more buttons to find different kinds of music and Lucius realized she was fiddling with a radio. Although, it wasn't like any radio he had ever seen before. There was only one knob and it was really small.

An annoying song filled the car. At least, Lucius assumed it was supposed to be a song. He couldn't really tell. The voice wasn't singing, just speaking really loudly and he sounded very angry.

"No way!" Potter exclaimed. "Eminem came out with a new song!"

"Yeah," Granger said happily. "While we were at school!

"Turn it up!"

Granger complied and instantly the sound was deafening and Lucius felt the beginnings of a migraine. The music was so loud he could feel the vibration through his body. It hurt his chest and he felt as if he was going to have a heart attack. He had never heard something so loud. McNair looked just as uncomfortable as Lucius felt and Greyback looked to be in physical pain. His sense of hearing was too sharp for that type of stimulus.

Potter and Granger appeared completely unaffected. Song after song came and went and each one was more painful than the last. The two teenagers were singing along, raising their hands, and laughing. Lucius caught himself wishing for a Crucio. After nearly two hours of the torture, Lucius had such a horrible headache he felt physically ill. Thankfully, Granger eventually looked over her shoulder.

She then did something that made Lucius actually want to reconsider his position on the Muggleborns.

She turned off the music.

Silence filled the car again and he instantly felt the slightest bit better.

"Hey!" Potter exclaimed, clearly not happy with the sudden lack of noise.

"Look at them Harry," Granger said, and the boy took a quick moment to look over his shoulder before looking up front again. "Are you guys sick?"

"I think so," McNair admitted knowing there was no reason to hide it. Besides, if they weren't honest about it she might turn the music back on.

"Are you sick cuz the car?" Granger asked. "Some people get car sick when they sit in the backseat."

"It's the music," Greyback mumbled from where his head was between his knees. He was trying desperately to end the pain in his head.

"Oh!" Granger replied. "Harry, I think we gave them migraines."

"So?" he asked, not caring in the slightest. Granger looked at him beseechingly. "What?"

"They aren't used to music that loud," she said. "Pureblood eardrums are really delicate."

"So?" Potter reiterated.

"We should stop for some aspirin."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, incredulous at the mere suggestion of stopping for whatever she was asking him to stop for. "They're Death Eaters! I'm sure they've suffered through worse."

"How do you know that?" Granger asked. Lucius couldn't help but think that she was a tad naive considering who her best friend was.

"I've seen Voldemort throw a temper tantrum, okay?" the boy replied. "It isn't pretty." Lucius winced at the name, at the pain, and at the memory of the pain the boy was describing.

"So?" Granger asked throwing the boy's own tone back at him. "Just cause the big, bad V likes to watch his own people suffer, doesn't mean I do. Besides, migraines cause nausea and I don't want to spend the rest of this trip smelling their throw up. Do you?"

There was a moment of complete silence.

"Fine."

Granger looked over her shoulder again and Lucius saw her smile like a jackal that had just cornered its prey. It was rather a scary smile. He was impressed.

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Potter stopped at the next town. He hadn't been happy about it either.

"Can take a Crucio but can't take a frickin' rap song," he mumbled angrily as he pulled under the lit, metal canopy. "Purebloods are stronger my arse. Delicate little eardrums can't even take a few beats." The teen continued to mutter quite nastily under his breath until Granger finally snapped.

"Shut up, Harry!" she exclaimed. "Half of your closest friends are Pureblood so don't even pretend that you actually think that stuff."

"Those Purebloods are different," he argued.

"How?" she asked, clearly not believing he had an argument he could win with.

"I've trained them well." The girl didn't respond. She simply opened the door of the car and got out. Potter turned off the metal box on wheels and Lucius felt the seat instantly still. He had gotten so used to the vibration that it suddenly felt strange to not feel it anymore.

Both teens got of the car without another word to each other or to the captives in the backseat. They each slammed their doors as hard as they could rocking the small vehicle from side to side for a moment. Clearly they were at odds for the moment. Normally Lucius would use this moment to try to drive a wedge between them for his own benefit but he doubted that would work. If the two of them still had a friendship after all these years of bickering he doubted anything he said would matter much.

While Granger went into the small building, Potter stood by the back of the car. He fiddled with something and then put the metal end of a hose into the car. Lucius didn't know what he was doing but soon enough there was this absolutely horrible smell that drifted into the car making all three of them even more nauseous than they had been. This captivity was most unpleasant. He wished he could just Apparate out.

Not that they couldn't. It would be simple enough to just disappear from the backseat, bonds and all. But he would be leaving without his wand, without Potter, and without answers. Even if it killed him he would figure out this Potter boy. He would figure out the exact relationship he had with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. But most importantly he would soon know who it was that Potter ran to when he needed help. This Papa Odie character was someone Potter considered powerful enough to help him with Death Eaters. He trusted this man, as did Granger. Knowing who and where this man was could only benefit Lucius and his fellow captives.

This captivity might just be the greatest intelligence mission any of them had ever been on.

Disappearing now would mean leaving behind the elusive holes in the Order's defense and that was ultimately inexcusable.

The door of the car opened again and Granger slid into her seat. She started to fiddle with a big, white bottle that said Aspirin on the side in dark blue lettering. Eventually she got it open and removed two round tablets from inside. She pressed them into McNair's hands. She then put a bottle of water into his lap.

"Swallow those whole," she instructed. "Don't keep them in your mouth too long or everything will taste bad for an hour or so. And whatever you do, don't bite down on them."

"More Muggle medicine," McNair said distastefully.

"Muggleborns don't keep healing Potions at home," she said.

"Why not?" McNair asked, inquisitive despite himself. "Potions work quicker."

"It's illegal," she replied. Lucius was honestly surprised at that. He'd never known-nor really cared to know-what Muggleborns were allowed to take home. "We aren't allowed to take home fully brewed Potions and we aren't allowed to brew. We can have the ingredients as long as we're active students though. You'd be surprised at how much we have to leave behind in Hogwarts for the summer or keep hidden. Swallow."

McNair finally slid the pills into his mouth and quickly swallowed, grimacing at the taste. He opened the bottle of water and took a deep drink.

"Not too much," Granger said. "You three have to share that bottle."

She then gave two pills to Lucius and three to Greyback. The pills tasted disgusting but they were small and went down his throat with relative ease. Although, he could feel them going down into his stomach. It was a sensation he'd only had once before when his mother had forced him to eat oysters.

A proper Pureblood is never caught off guard when it comes to the delicacies of the world, she'd told him. He'd agreed with her of course, but oysters were a food he could do without. He'd rather eat like those Muggleborns at Hogwarts who put peanut butter, honey, and banana slices on bread and called it a proper meal.

By the time Greyback got the bottle of water it was only a third full and the werewolf finished the last drop. Granger took the bottle back and tossed it on the floor of the car by her feet. She then turned around as Potter climbed back into his own seat.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," Granger replied. "I already gave them the pills."

"Can I have the bottle?" he asked and she handed it over.

"What's wrong?" she inquired looking concerned, as a proper friend should.

"My scar's acting up," Potter told her. "He's all pissy again."

"Think it's because we have his Death Eaters?"

Only then did the three captives realize the two teens were talking about the Dark Lord. So it was true then. Potter could feel the Dark Lord through his scar. The Dark Lord had suspected something like this might occur but it had never been confirmed. At least, not until Lucius got the chance to.

"Maybe," Potter said and took four pills at once.

"Harry," Granger hissed. "That's too many. You'll fall asleep at the wheel."

"Then make sure I don't," he replied.

"Maybe we should just stop for the day," she said.

"And where do you suggest we stop?" he asked.

"Dean's house isn't too far from here," Granger said and Lucius was forced to conclude that they were talking about yet another Muggleborn. "And he said his parents are out of the house this weekend. A bunch of the Muggleborns will be over there anyway. He won't notice two more people."

"And what about them?" Potter asked, jerking his head towards the backseat. "Don't you think a house full of Muggleborns will freak out if we cart in three Death Eaters?"

"He has a basement," she said. "It's sorta like a dungeon, I guess, if you squint real hard and ignore the snooker table and pinball machine."

Potter took but a moment to think about it.

"Fine," he said and then turned the car back on. The vibrations went to Lucius's stomach immediately right along with the two Gryffindors' words. So not only were Potter and Granger going to witness this humiliating turn of events, but every other Muggleborn in Hogwarts was going to witness it too.

Great.

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It took Potter fifteen minutes on the road to realize that something was wrong. Not that Lucius noticed before him. In fact, he was still a bit fuzzy on what might be so devastating. They were just Muggles.

"We're being followed," Potter said suddenly as he accelerated the car back onto the motorway as per Granger's directions.

"By who?" she asked, twisting in her seat to look out the back window.

"Black SUV," Potter replied. "The one with the Pegasus bumper sticker."

"Pegasus?" Granger asked, alarmed. "But Harry, that's their symbol."

"I know," he replied.

"What's happening?" McNair inquired.

"Hunters," Granger said without any sort of further explanation. She turned back around and quickly withdrew her own wand from where she'd stashed it in her jumper pocket. "Can this little car even out run them?"

"No," Potter replied. "Do you have a mobile?" She nodded. "Call Dean and tell him that hunters are in area. If the Muggleborns are all in the one place they'll be sitting ducks. Tell him to get to Willow Point. We'll have to meet them there."

"What's going on?" Fenrir pressed as Granger pulled out a silver box-like device with a hinge from her pocket. She opened it up and pressed a button before putting part of the device to her ear. Apparently this was how Muggles communicated. Lucius was fascinated despite himself. He really should have gone through that Muggle Studies course like Severus had suggested. The dour man-then just a boy-had told him that if he was going to wage war against an entire race of people he at least ought to know what tools they used for war and communication. Lucius hadn't taken such things seriously then but he was taking it seriously now.

"You know how the Wizarding World separated from the Muggle World all those years ago?" Potter said and all three of them nodded. Granger continued talking into the device completely ignoring them. "Well, there was a group of people-Muggles-who believed that the Wizards needed to be eradicated in God's name. They were actually really good at tracking down and killing real wizards which is why Salazar Slytherin pushed for the separation for so long.

"When the veil between to the two world's went up the community went underground. For around the last thousand years they've been hunting down any witch or wizard they can find, usually Muggleborns. They actually have technology now that allows to them to track Magical signatures and spikes. It's rudimentary and doesn't often work but it works often enough. Last year alone they killed three Sleepers."

"Sleepers?" Greyback asked.

"Muggleborns who didn't accept their Hogwarts letters," Potter replied. "The Muggleborn population is a lot bigger than any Pureblood actually thinks. Only a fraction of them ever actually go to the Magical World."

"Why?" Lucius asked. The Magical World was far superior in many ways. Besides, Muggleborns had been fighting for equal rights for centuries. Why would so many of them turn it down?

"Do you have any idea how brave you have to be to walk away from your family, friends, culture, everything you've ever known and into a world that's completely foreign? And to do that completely alone, at eleven years old? There's a reason an inordinate amount of Muggleborns go to Gryffindor and it has nothing to do with Pureblood superiority."

The three of them had nothing to say to that. Despite the fact that Lucius didn't want to acknowledge whatever logic Potter might have on his side, he was willing to accept that there might be some aspect of the situation that he hadn't known about. He wasn't willing to give up what he'd been taught by any means but even he could admit he was beginning to learn something.

"Anyway, the hunters have clearly found us," Granger said, rejoining the conversation.

"Dean's leaving?" Potter asked. The girl nodded her head and then reached back around to the backseat. She used her wand-illegally-to cut the bonds around each Death Eater's feet.

"Be prepared to run," she said.

"Give us our wands," McNair demanded. "We can fight them better than you could."

"Who said anything about fighting?" Granger asked, a cocksure smile on her face. "We're going to run away."

"Is that the famous Gryffindor bravery we hear so much about?" Greyback asked. Lucius could easily tell he was teasing her. The blond aristocrat was positive that he would always hold a soft spot for the Muggleborn. After all, she had clearly stated she was for werewolf rights. And it was clear that both her and Potter didn't hold any prejudices against the Lycan peoples.

"Naw," she said a bit of her street accent coming into play. Lucius had heard it on other Muggleborns before. They had a very distinct slang. "It's Muggleborn preparedness."

"Always have an exit strategy," both her and Potter said simultaneously and they sounded as if they were reciting something. "Always be aware of your surroundings. Always sound the alarm. Always flight before fight. Never the hero, always alive. Gryffindors leave your bravery at Hogwarts, Hufflepuffs leave your timidness behind. Ravenclaws leave the contemplation on the desk, Slytherins set the politics aside. Now's the time to survive. So run away and live to fight another day."

"Where does that come from?" Greyback asked looking as if he was about to laugh.

"It's a song," Harry said. "From some underground Muggleborn rock band. Trust me, the verse is more famous than the band. Here we go."

Lucius looked over his shoulder in time to see the black SUV, as Potter called it, pull up behind them in a tremendous show of speed. The radio clicked back on and a different kind of song filled the car.

A full moon shinin' bright

Edge of the water; we're feelin' alright

Back down a country road

The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold

Lucius felt himself being thrown forward as the larger vehicle slammed into their back. He was absurdly grateful for the little belt Potter had strapped around him earlier. He suddenly realized that it wasn't a device for prisoners. It was to keep him strapped to the seat. And at the moment, it was the only reason he hadn't flown past the two teens and out the front window.

Cadillac, horns on the hood

My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good

Girls smile when we roll by

They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side

Granger pressed a button on the door of her side of the car and the window began to automatically roll down. She then stuck her arm and her wand out of the window at the same time that Potter jerked the wheel and the car swerved to the left.

"Reducto!" they heard the girl shout.

Never gonna grow up

Never gonna slow down

We were shinin' like lighters in the dark

There was an explosion as her spell hit its mark. Lucius turned his head in time to see the front right tire of the larger vehicle explode in a brilliant show of light and fire. The larger vehicle began to swerve left and then right. It was clearly out of control.

In the middle of a rock show

We were doin' it right

We were comin' alive

Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, a barefoot, blue jean night

The large, black car hit a concrete block on the side of the road head on, bounced back onto the main part of the road, and then flipped. It rolled over and over. Pieces of metal and glass flew in every direction and other cars were making loud noises. Granger ducked back inside and put her wand back in her lap before closing the window again.

Blue eyes and auburn hair

Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair

New town and new to me

Potter quickly maneuvered the car off of the motorway, constantly looking around him.

"There!" Granger shouted. Potter's head snapped to the right and Lucius quickly followed his lead. Yet another black SUV was barreling towards them at full speed.

"Shit!" Potter shouted above the music.

Her ruby red lips were sippin' on sweet tea

Shot me in love like a shootin' star

So, I grabbed a beer and my ol' guitar

And then we sat around till the break of dawn

Howlin' and singin' our favorite song

Their little blue car sped backwards at nearly full speed but still the black SUV hit them by their own front tire. The little car was no match and it spun right off the road and into the ditch sitting just under the motorway bridge. The three Death Eaters were jostled horribly and Granger let out a scream of pain.

The car gurgled and spluttered. Lucius even saw a few sparks.

A barefoot, blue jean night

The radio died but it didn't take the noise with it. There was a loud popping noise, almost like a bang even. Lucius didn't even know what it was. But Potter and Granger apparently did. Both teens rolled out of their respective sides of the car after opening their doors. It was a very fluid movement. Lucius could till they'd done something like this before.

"Reducto!"

"Stupefy!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"STUPEFY!"

"AVIS!"

Lucius watched as several small birds flew from the tip of Granger's wand and pecked at the eyes of one of the Muggle men who had come from the black vehicle. The man screamed and Lucius decided that now was his chance. He fumbled with the button on his belt and eventually got it to release him. Diving forward he quickly grabbed the keys Potter had left behind.

"Confundus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Stupefy! Stupefy!"

Soon enough he had that little compartment open and his wand was back in his hand. It felt good and he instantly felt the welcome rush of power and Magic as his connection was restored.

The scene outside of the car was something to behold. Potter and Granger had managed to disarm and render unconscious all four men from the SUV. The SUV was missing several large chunks here and there. The birds were still clawing at one of the men's fingers. Their own blue car was deeply scarred on one side and Lucius knew enough to know that it probably wouldn't be moving for awhile, if ever again. He doubted they would even be able to get it back off the slope it was resting on.

Standing at the bottom of the embankment was Potter and Granger. Each panting, each clearly tired after that display of highly illegal, under aged Magic. And each was basking in the fact that they had made it out of a fight relatively alright. Until they turned and were faced with three angry, unbound, and armed Death Eaters.

Potter froze when he saw Lucius's wand at his nose tip. Granger let out a gasp when she saw McNair's. Greyback seemed content to watch.

"No more games," Lucius said, his tone deadly and sharp. "No more Muggle medicine. This ends. Now."

"I won't go to Voldemort," Potter said. He didn't try to raise his wand to Lucius. He may have been able to beat the Muggles but he was no match for a Death Eater, much less three. Lucius grimaced at the name.

"I'm not asking you to," Lucius replied.

"What?" McNair snapped, looking confused. "What's that supposed to mean? Take him!"

"I'm sorry Walden," Lucius said. He could see the confusion on the teens' face. But he wasn't about to explain his end game now.

Lucius's wand snapped around toward McNair at the same time that the other Death Eater snapped his towards Lucius. But McNair never stood a chance. Before he could utter even a syllable, Fenrir Greyback stepped up behind him and drove his elbow into the side of McNair's head. The dark haired Death Eater crumbled to the ground immediately. Unconscious, he lost his grip on his wand and it skittered away into the ditch's debris.

All was completely silent as Lucius lowered his wand from Potter's face and pointed the tip towards the ground. The weight of what they had just done set heavily on the shoulders of the two remaining Death Eaters. It had shocked the Gryffindors into silence.

"We need to talk," Lucius finally said. And for the first time in a long time, he was sincere.

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A/N: So, yeah. A lot of introductory elements in this one. Everything you guys just saw, the hunters, the chase, and Lucius and Greyback's betrayal will be fully explained. By next chapter they should make it to Willow Point-something else I'll explain and then from there we'll eventually reach Papa Odie. Be prepared for a rather odd ride.

Also, Dumbledore will show up in a few chapters. Promise. :)

I'm trying to keep them as in character as possible while at the same time completely going off the rails of canon. Let me know how I'm doing and I hope you all enjoyed.