Harry didn’t understand it, it made absolutely no sense. One day he was relaxing peacefully in his cabin by the lake without a care in the world, the next he was halfway around the world with no clue how he got there, or why. All he knew was he felt a sharp smack on the back of his skull, and then nothing until he woke up. Harry didn’t do drugs, wasn’t a gambler, and had no enemies–at least none that he knew of. So, why? Harry didn’t know for sure, but he had his suspicions.