"You're right you should probanly get Harry instead he doesn't know you. Sorry Draco you go with her."

"Yes boss!" Lauren said winking. She pointed her wand at herself, and her dress changed into a two piece black suit, and her hair in her pony tail. "Alright Draco, any ideas on how we should do this?"
OOC: Do you really need to go Yuri?

"On second thought Draco I have another job for you. I need you to keep track of someone for me. His name is Thorn Silvercross. Just keep tabs on him for me. Thank you, you are dismissed" They left then. Well as long as Draco is keeping track on thorn I don't have to worry she thought

ooc: Hey I have to go to bed don't do anything to big while I'm gone

OOC: Okay, Good night!

Harry Potter laid in a dreamless sleep in his bed. He awoke suddenly hearing knocks on his door. He sat up and looked around. Without even thinking he grabbed his wand and his glass and slipped them on, he walked down the stairs and to the front door in his pajamas half asleep. He unlocked the door and opened it to see a young woman. "Yes?" He asked, groggily.

Harry eyed her suspiciosuly, his hand gripped tightly around his wands handle. "Ok," he replied, opening the door wider for her to enter. "What did you say your name was again?" Harry asked, closing the door and standing infront of it. He knew she was lying, but who would be brave enough to attack him? "What's so important for you to wake me up in the middle of the night?"

Harry was about to respond and tell her no, she couldn't sit, but before he could speak she was already sitting. He sighed annoyed, sticking to his spot infront of the door. "No I haven't, Lauren. I'm sorry." He said, rubbing his eyes and stretching. "Now I would greatly appreciate it, if you would leave and let me go to sleep, come back in the morning." He stepped away from the door and pulled it open.

Harry placed his hand to his head when the bag ripped open spilling things out. He placed his hand to his hips and then smiled a very aggravated smile. "I would love to." He said, walking to the closet, he pulled the door open and bent down picking the black marble up. The marble exploded into smoke in his hand causing him to drop his wand. He fell back against the hall wall choking on the smoke.

Harry fell to his knee's coughing. He cleared his thorat and said: "Who are you? Where am I?" He looked around the room. He stood up and rubbed his chest. "You did not just kid nap me, did you?" Harry asked, almost amused.

Harry was about to apparate but when he heard Lauren say you couldn't you closed his eyes in defeat. He stared at his wand in her hands. "You better." He replied at a whisper. He walked to a chair and threw the clothing onto a bed. He sat down leaned his head back staring up at the ceiling. He then looked back to her. "I wonder what's going to happen when my friends come looking for me. I know they will."

Harry couldn't help but laugh, but then he quickly stopped and looked away. "No, I'm not hungry, thanks." Harry replied. He looked back to the ceiling, "You're good. I'll give you that." A few seconds passed and then he asked: "So you can't tell me why they want me?"

When the house elf appeared his friend Hermione popped into his head, he wondered what she would say. "Fire whisky?" He asked, with a disbelieving face. "You're pretty drastic. I thought only old men drank that." He stated, sitting up in the chair. "And, thanks, but I'm fine." He looked to the window to see the moon, it would be morning soon.

He rolled his eyes when she called him the famous Harry Potter. "Oh you know, the usual, fighting evil, being kidnapped in the middle of the night by people I've never even met whos ay they're good, but could be lying. You know, the usual." Harry said with a sarcastic smile. "So what prey tell has The Famous Lauren been up to? I sincerely hope you don't take strange men from their homes and bring them back here. I mean, that just sounds boring."

Nira walked down the corridor. Her head was spinning. He couldn't be coming she felt his presance drawing near. This is not good she thought. The scar above her eye started to burn. Oh crap... He's here.