Disclaimer- I don't own the Harry Potter series. I've been playing with this idea for awhile, it actually came to me in a dream. Let me know if I should continue it.

Grey clouds covered the small flight area as Harry struggled against the hands that held him. "Please hold him still Mr. Dursley," a man with a white trench coat said. He had a schedule to keep; it would be destroyed if they did not get Harry on the plane within the next few minutes.

Vernon's face was purple from the amount of energy he had to use to keep the boy still. "I am, hurry up and stick him with that needle."

"Let me go," screamed Harry struggling against Vernon's grip. He hated how the obese man's hands tightly bond his body. The force Vernon had used made bruises on Harry's chest. "You fat bastard the Order will hear about this and they will hex you." Vernon ignored the threats; he managed to get a good grip on Harry. Suddenly Harry's eyes started to droop as the needle pierced into his arm, removing the needle; the man motioned for Vernon to follow him. Vernon threw Harry over his shoulder and proceeded to the small airplane that was waiting to take Harry away.

Strapping Harry into a in the special seat, Vernon turned to the man with the trench coat. "How long will the drug last?"

The man didn't want to get into idol chitchat with the obese man; he had a job to do. "Seven hours at the most, we will give him more once he wakes up. I expect the other half of my payment soon Mr. Dursley."

Vernon's fat chin jiggled as he nodded his head. "Yes of course, thanks for taking him off my hands." Vernon waddled out of the plane to his car, happy that the boy would be out of his life.

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After seven hours, Harry woke up only to find himself strapped to a plane seat. "Where am I," he cried. Harry began to hyperventilate as he looked around the small area he was confined in. The plane consisted of two rows on chairs and a few trays, from Harry's point of view.

"Calm down, Mr. Potter, many subjects will be discussed with you when we land," the man said rubbing Harry's back. He then proceeded to take a needle out of his coat pocket and injected Harry with a serum, crying out to leave Harry began to have the sleepy feeling again, until he went fast asleep. This will be a difficult one, the man thought as he put the needle back into his pocket. He then stroked Harry's hair and put a blanket over the child. Harry's reaction was to have a small river of drool escape from his mouth, as the drug relaxed his body.

p.s. I know this chapter is short, but the others will be longer. Next chapter some stuff will be explained.