The Head of the DMLE looked grim. "No sign of Potter. We couldn't get a trace on the portkey used by our suspect. The school wards were contracted to just cover the school due to the portkeys given to protect the champions. It made sense to do that but it is a bloody hindrance on us now. We have teams out on brooms now sweeping the immediate area in case it was a short range transport."
A sudden pop interrupted Bone's report. An elf dressing in an odd looing uniform stood now between Fudge and Bones.
"Dobby sends Broom Elves out to look for Harry Potter Sir too. Harry Potter Sir is alive but Dobby can't find him." The elf glared up at the witches and wizards. "Harry Potter Sir is in danger. He must be found NOW!" Fudge had never before seen an elf looking that angry or be that assertive before. And he wasn't the only one looking shocked. Amelia and the other Aurors look just as surprised as Fudge himself felt.
"Dobby is Harry's friend and personal elf," Sirius supplied. Even Dobby's appearance failed to lighten his mood with his godson missing.
"I've never seen such devotion in an elf before," Amelia muttered. "Do you think the elves can really find Potter?"
Fudge was made even more uncomfortable by the glitter in Black's eyes than he was by the wizard's answer. "Even if they have to take the whole island down to the bedrock to do it."
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Harry slowly felt the return to consciousness. The combined effect of the portkey and the Stunning Spell left Harry with a low-grade headache that felt rather like a mild hangover. His Beast-enhanced physiology was quickly recovering and he could feel the headache lessen even as he became aware of his surroundings.
He was in a grave yard shackled to a large, granite gravestone with his back to the stone and his arms attached to either side. The heavy iron manacles that encased his wrists were too solid even for the Beast to break. Plus there was a good chance they were magically enhanced. The chains were just as solid and seemed magically bound to the granite with some type of sticking charm. Harry doubted he could free himself with physical force. Harry reached for his wand in its normal holster but was not surprised to find it missing. So no magic was going to free him right now either.
Harry took stock of the area around him. The graveyard sat down in a hollow between some large hills and he could hear the slight sounds of a brook flowing nearby. The graveyard seemed to still be in some use but based on the dates on the few stones around him that he could see, this section had filled up sometime in the 1940's. The sod over the grave on which he stood was thick but somewhat wild and overgrown like it had not seen a clipping in some time. Harry did notice that there were torches set in sconces attached to some of the tombs. These looked new and the torches fresh.
Directly across from Harry was a small 'park' area. It was an open grassy area with a pair of benches that had clearly seen better days. But what caught Harry's attention were four circles burnt into the grass. One circle, larger than the others, sat in the middle of the clearing. The three smaller circles were like small moons circling a planet but were equidistant from each other. Harry didn't know what the circles were for but it made him nervous for some reason.
Perched on a hill some distance away were the electric lights of a small Muggle village. It was still light enough that the buildings were somewhat visible but a few street lights were already on. It had been about 17.00 when the Tournament's closing ceremony ended and by now the sun was below the horizon from Harry's vantage point. Harry guessed he'd been unconscious for at least an hour.
Harry cursed under his breath. 'I should have worn one of the recording crystals,' he thought. Not only would Sirius and Remus have been able to track him and see what was going on around Harry, but they were connected to the portkeys used by the champions.
A sound behind him made Harry tense. Someone was coming up behind him.
"Ah, Mr Potter. You are awake."
A man stepped out from behind Harry. He looked to be in his mid-30's and wore the black cloak of a Death Eater with the hood thrown back. A silver mask peeked out of a pocket at his side. The man looked like a normal person but his eyes burned with fanaticism.
"I've so wanted to meet you… formally I mean. After all, I've been watching you all year. Such a fascinating person. I can see why My Lord is so interested in you."
"Who are you?" Harry asked. "Obviously you are not Filch." The Death Eater chuckled.
"Oh Morgana, no. I hated that man worse than I did my father. Worthless little squib - always scurrying about looking for scraps from his betters' table and hissing worthless threats against the students. Killing him and that damn cat of his was a beautiful thing." To Harry's disgust the man said it with an almost sexual satisfaction.
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