Odd Packages

*Chapter One*

Harry sat lazily in a squishy armchair listening to birds chirp out side the window. It was a brilliant summer day. Harry was staying with the Weasly's for the summer.Well, some of them at least. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly were in Luxembourg on official ministry business, as Mr.Weasly was the Minster of Magic, he was gone quite often. Fred and George were in Wales for the opening of one of their shops, which had have been so successful that they went global. And Bill was in Egypt, Charlie in Romania, and Percy, well, nobody heard from him anymore, in fact, no one was even sure if he was still alive!

Harry felt hands on the back of his chair. He looked up into the smiling face of Ginny Weasly.

"Come into the kitchen and have a cup of tea," she said. She turned and headed into the kitchen. Harry said nothing, but followed her. When he entered the kitchen, Ron and Hermione were sitting at the table chatting.

"Its beautiful out there today isn't it?" Hermione said glancing out the window. Harry took a seat at the table. "Yea it is."

"Fred and George should be back tonight," Ron said absentmindedly, flipping through the newspaper. Harry took a drink of his tea and instantly felt warmth course through his body. The warmth felt incredibly good, but the pleasure died away as quickly as it had come, when he looked into Hermione's face.

"Harry, are you alright?" she asked concernedly. "You look terrible."

"Yea, I'm fine," he said draining his cup. "I think I'm going to turn in early though." He stalked away up the stairs. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked at each other nervously.

"Talk to him Ron," Hermione prodded.

"Yea, alright," Ron said.

Harry sank down onto his bed. He looked around the room for a second, then reached for his dresser, and pulled open a drawer. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He studied it for a minute, then took a puff. The smoke filled his lungs and made him gag. Just then Ron walked in. He sank down on the bed next to Harry.

"You know you don't like those things," he said.

"Yea your right," Harry said, pulling a face. "They're pretty gross." He threw the cigarette out the window.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Ron asked hopefully. Harry didn't answer.

"Is this about Hermione?"

"No," Harry said quickly. Ron raised his eyebrows. "Okay it is."

"Look," Ron said seriously. "She had her reasons for breaking it off. She wasn't ready for a relationship. There are plenty of other fish in the sea."

"Plus," he added grinning. "You seem to be looking at Parvati Patil a lot. What about her?" Harry laughed.

"That's because I sit behind her in all my classes, there's nothing else to look at."

"Oh, well, still, I bet she likes you!"

"Yea, maybe," said Harry. "But I don't like her that way."

Ron didn't say anything to this.

"Well mate, I think I'm going to turn, if that's alright with you,"

"Ok," Ron said getting up. "Night." Harry undressed and before getting into bed, made sure he was wearing his lucky necklace. It was a gold chain with a purple crystal hanging from it. It had been given to him by Lupin, who had found it in Sirius old belongings. Apparently it had belonged to his mother and Sirius had been planning on giving it to him but never got the chance because of his death. Harry climbed into bed, removing his glasses, and was asleep in minutes.

* * *

Harry stood in a clearing. It was night and the earth was bathed in silver moonlight. He didn't know why he was where he was. Suddenly he heard the breaking of a twig and spun around to see a cloaked figure making its way towards him. The persons face (if it was even human) was hidden, and as they made their way towards him their robes billowed out behind them. When the cloaked figure was in front of Harry, it stood silently. Then in a high cold voice it said- "Everyone you love will suffer."

Harry opened his mouth but no sound came out. Slowly, the figure stretched out a hand towards Harry's chest. Try as he might, he could not move away. The figure's hand collided with his chest and a searing pain shot through it and down through his body.

"Harry, Harry!" came a voice. Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione's worried face swimming in and out of focus. "Harry are you alright?"

"M-My chest," Harry gasped. "It burns." He sat up with great difficulty.

"H-Here," Hermione said, raising her shaking hands and unbuttoning his shirt. Harry's heart pounded uncomfortably.

"Oh my..."she gasped. Squarely over his heart, was a large red and purple welt.

"What in the"- Harry began but he was cut of by a blood curdling scream. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then scrambled out into the hall. Ron was standing on the landing looking positively petrified.

"It came from down there," he said, pointing down the stairs. They all sprinted downstairs to see Ginny, kneeling on the floor with a limp body in her lap.

"Its-Its Lee Jordan!" she said breathlessly. "He's hurt!" They all rushed over to Ginny. Lee scrambled up as Ron sat down, grabbing him by the shirt."R-Ron," he sputtered.

"You've-You've got to help me."

"What is it?" he said, horrified.

"He's got Fred and George. I only just escaped. He's going to kill them!"

"Who's got Fred and George? Is it You-Know-Who?"

"Don't be silly Ron," Hermione interjected nervously. "Voldemort is dead."

"N-Not V-Voldemort," Lee continued. "Its"- But who it was they never found out, because at that moment, Lee fell unconscious.

"We've got to go find them," Ron said, his face was set.

"But Ron, we don't know where they are! For all we know they could be anywhere!" said Ginny.

"Wait," Harry said suddenly. "I think I have an idea. Hermione go get your Forests of Great Britain book, will you?"

"But Harry, why-?"

"Just do it!" Hermione sprinted up the stairs and returned a moment later carrying a great leather-bound book. Harry began flipping through it until he came upon a familiar picture.

"That's it, that's where they are I know it!" he said.

"How did you come up with that?" asked Ron, totally bewildered. Harry explained the dream he had, though he left out the bit about his chest.

"And I just know, its one of those instinct things, you know? he finished.

"Well, its worth a try, agreed?" said Ron, looking around at everyone. There was a murmur of agreement.

"Alright then," Harry said grinning suddenly. "Grab your brooms. We're going to Malfoy Manor."

* * *

A man of around twenty walked into the dungeon. He had pitiless black eyes and black hair that shot out in all directions. His skin was ghostly white and he had dark rings around his eyes. He walked the length of the dungeon, stopping at the very last cell, which held to prisoners. Two redheaded 19-year-old boys sat against the cold stonewall, their arms chained up.

"Are you two ready to talk?" asked the man.

"I still don't see what you want with us," the first one, George said loudly.

"Yea, we're of no use to you. Let us go," said Fred, the second one.

"Oh but you are, you are," replied the man, grinning mirthlessly. "Now, I repeat, are you two ready to talk?"

"We've told you we don't know"-

"Crucio!"

Fred writhed and screamed, every nerve on fire, as the pain surged ruthlessly through his body.

"Stop it!" George yelled. The man stopped. "Maybe you will be more eager to tell me the truth next time," he said, grinning evilly. "CHANTEL!" The man stalked away, leaving Fred in a crumpled heap on the floor. A girl with long brown hair, wearing ragging old robes hurried forward.

"I'm so sorry about him," she said, tears welling in her eyes. She began dabbing Fred's face with a wet sponge. He weakly pushed some sweat-drenched hair out of his eyes. Chantel got up to leave.

"No, please don't go," Fred croaked. "I love you pretty face." Chantel smiled.

"Alright," she said, sitting down.

* * *

"Remind me again why we're here?" Ron demanded the next day, glaring up at the many turrets and towers of the large Malfoy Manor. "Oh wait, could it be because you're frooping crazy?"

"We're going to ask Malfoy to help," Harry reminded him.

"And why would we want his help?"

"Because he's the most cunning, clever person I could think of besides Hermione, and we need all the help we can get." Ron spat on the ground.

"Right, well lets get this over with," he said. They walked up the many stone steps that led to two large oak doors, like the ones at Hogwarts, just not as big. The sky was bright blue and a warm summer breeze drifted about. In the distance they could smell the strong perfume of honeysuckle. Hermione took a deep breath and rapped on the large door with a brass knocker. It had two serpents with ruby eyes that wound up the side and connected to form the name Malfoy. They waited a few minutes, but no one answered.

"Oh, what a terrible shame, no one's home!" Ron said sarcastically. Just as he said this, the door creaked open to reveal a dark entrance hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared blankly at each other.

"Well, I suppose we should"- Hermione began, but a cold drawl cut her off.

"Can I help you?" A pale, pointed face appeared out of the darkness. Draco Malfoy stood on the threshold. He had silver-blond hair and was wearing long, black robes as usual.

"Sorry, we don't buy Girl Scout cookies," he said smirking, and with that, he slammed the door in their faces.

"T-That bastard!" Ron sputtered. He looked around at Harry and Hermione for support.

"Well, it was worth a try," Harry said, turning to leave.

"Oh no you don't!" Ron snarled, grabbing the back of Harry's shirt. "We didn't come all this way for nothing!" He began banging on the door fiercely.

"Malfoy open up you great bloody prat!" Ron yelled. "We need your help!" Nothing happened. He began pounding again.

"C'mon Malfoy don't be a di"- Ron suddenly stopped as the door flew open.

"What's that I heard?" Draco said grinning evilly. "You need my help?"

"Yes," said Ron crossing his arms and frowning. He looked very much like a big baby.

"Well, in that case," he said, stepping back to let them through the door. "Please, step into my office."

* * *

Fred, George, and the girl called Chantel sat in the dim light of the dungeon talking.

"So how come you work for this guy anyway?" Fred asked.

"Well, definitely not by choice," Chantel said grimly.

"It's a long story. It all started back before I was born. My father was a Death Eater. His name is Antonin Dolohov." She made a disgusted face and carried on. "Voldemort knew one day he'd be gone, so he needed someone to carry on in his footsteps."

"So Voldemort had an idea. He'd get a woman to produce a child for him" George's eyes bulged. Chantel ignored him.

"Do you know of the of the woman named Bellatrix Lestrange?" she asked

"Yea, she's that bitch that"-

"Yes, yes I know," Chantel said. "Well he used her. And so Voldemort had a son named Zane. Only the Death Eaters knew about Zane. Voldemort didn't want the wizarding world to know about him. Anyway, Zane was born around the same time as I was, around twenty years ago. A few years before Voldemort met his first downfall in Harry Potter."

"My father took me to the Death Eater meetings, so I grew up with Zane. I instantly fell in love with him, and I guess that's the way it was meant to be. I must admit he was a little power crazy like his father, but other than that he was a good person. Then, when Voldemort was defeated, he turned evil. I knew deep down inside he would sooner or later, because that's what he was created for. But part of me hoped he wouldn't, prayed he wouldn't. But he did. And I wasn't remotely in love with him anymore. I tried to leave him, but we have a magical bond that binds us together, until one of us falls in love with another person, or dies. So he's held me here, all this time"