It’s all about the prophecy
Harry started to open his eyes only to be assaulted by a major headache. He lifted his head and tried to open his eyes a little more to look at his surroundings. He was greeted by pretty mundane surroundings. The walls were dark and dingy, almost like the Slytherin dorms but not as upkept. He noticed there was a small smell of mildew in the air, like he left his clothes in the washer for a few hours too long before hanging them outside.
What really made him panic wasn’t the fact that he was in an unknown place, but it was the fact his wrists and ankles were chained to the floor and the only door in and out of the windowless room was bolted shut. The small window in the center of the door would only be large enough to fit his arm if it hadn’t been completely barred up. It starkly reminded Harry of when the Dursleys put bars on his window in second year.
He was dragged out of the painful memory by the door being unlocked. He looked at the door through his cracked glasses to see the one person he never wanted to see again, Peter Pettigrew. The little rat walked over to Harry and Harry slowly started to stand up.
“Wormtail, fancy seeing you here” Harry sneered. Wormtail just looked at him and looked back down to the chains. He slowly bent down to Harry’s legs and pulled out a set of keys and started to unlock the cuffs on his ankles. Harry stared in confusion until Wormtail moved to the hook on the ground that was holding the ‘leash’ of the wrist cuffs and unlocked that as well.
“Behave, I don’t want to hurt you,” Wormtail stated.
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You killed my parents. I’d worry about yourself before you pull that with me”. Wormtail seemed to freeze at the statement which confused Harry. “Oh don’t tell me you feel sorry for betraying them,” Wormtail looked to the ground in what looked like shame. “Well I think you’re about 14 years too late, you rat.” He spat out.
“You don’t know the power the Dark Lord possesses” to which Harry scoffed. Wormtail shook his head and dragged the teen out of the cell. Much to Harry’s relief if he was being honest.
After about five minutes of walking and turning sharp corners Harry was led into a wide room. Almost like a ballroom but not as big. There were at least twenty Death Eaters in the surrounding corners, all wearing the ceremonial black robes and masks. Bloody cowards can’t even show their faces, he thought to himself. Wormtail led him to the center of the room where three hooks much like the ones from the cellar protruded from the hardwood floor. Wormtail came and locked him to the floor with the chains before slowly walking back to the surrounding Death Eaters in the room and joining them in line.
When Arthur came to, he was in a hospital bed. This slightly confused him as last he remembered he was in a lift… with Harry… wait… HARRY! He immediately tried to sit up and started frantically looking around the room. No less than thirty seconds later Molly Weasley, the love of his life entered the room.
“Arthur, love you need to lay back down. You got hit pretty badly.” Molly gently started pushing him back down as the rest of his kids walked into the room. Hell, even Hermione was there. He watched the room fill, praying to Merlin of even God, the one those muggles worshiped so much, for Harry to walk through that door. To see the unruly black mop of hair and the skinny frame that was always so concerning but it never happened.
“Molly, where’s Harry? Tell me he’s ok and getting checked out,” Arthur asked his wife. He knew his answer the second she didn’t respond immediately. He looked over at the rest of his kids and saw Hermione turn her head into Ron’s shoulder while Ron moved his hand to a comforting spot on her bicep. He himself looked worse for wear, looking more tired than he’d ever seen him before.
“We don’t know, the footage from the lift, love those muggle camera thingies you installed by the way, showed another man enter and stun you before saying something to Harry. He lowered his wand and then a portkey was activated. We aren’t sure where they went. That was yesterday.” Arthur wasn’t sure when Sirius had come into his room, but there he was, as shaggy as ever.
“Sirius, I'm so sorry. I should’ve done better…”
“Arthur you had no way of knowing anything, I don’t blame you and we all know Harry doesn’t either. We’ve called the Order and we’re already looking for him.” Sirius responded by putting a hand on Arthur’s leg. At that moment Remus Lupin walked in.
“Ok I need all underage kids out of the room. That especially means you three,” he said pointing to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. “Nope I don’t want to hear it, I will fill you in later but this is too much for you three right now. Fred George, can you take them back to headquarters please?” Fred and George nodded their heads and guided the three teenagers out of the room. Once they left Remus closed the door and turned to the other four adults in the room.
“Voldemort has him, Snape confirmed it.” Remus said bluntly.
“What can Snape do about it? Can he get him out?” Bill asked
“Not without risking his cover. Snape apparently has no clue where Harry is being held, he has an address but he says it’s more confusing than the TriWizard tournament maze. He wouldn’t know where to start looking.” Remus said.
“Does he know how Harry is?” Molly asked
“No just that they want Veritaserum and pain relieving droughts”
“Merlin” Sirius whispered
“When does he think he can get to Harry safely?” Arthur asked.
“He’s not sure but as of now, Harry is relatively safe. Something else is being guarded there but he’s not entirely sure what and how it pertains to Harry. Voldemort apparently seems excited for some reason.”
“We knew that though, from Harry’s nightmare.” Sirius responded.
“Could this be about the prophecy?” Bill asked
“Everything is about the prophecy now.” Arthur responded.