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Chapter 11

Hermione was kneeling next to Harry, holding his hands. They had apparated back to the Ministry and the other aurors had gone to make their reports about what had just happened, yet Harry and Hermione went straight to Matthias. Hemione told him what happened while Harry kept his head buried in his hands. Matthias was looking at him full of sympathy and pity. No matter what Hermione was saying to calm him down, they all knew that things were really, really bad. They had no idea where the Death Eaters took the boy, they had no idea how to look for them and they had no idea how to save the boy.
"They're gonna kill him, aren't they?" Harry said shakily without looking up.
"No, I don't think they will" Hermione said shaking her head; she had tears in her eyes. "If they wanted to kill him, they would have done it".
Harry raised his head and looked at her, his emerald eyes shining with tears.
"You heard what he said...he said they're gonna do bad things to him, that I'm never gonna see him again".
"Harry, we're gonna find him", she said but he only shook his head and placed his head in his hands again. He was desperate.
"This is my entire fault", he whispered.
"What? No, Harry, how is it your fault?" Hermione asked, squeezing his hand.
"If I hadn't been so stubborn, if I had just let him go to the concert..."
"Harry, you only did what you thought right", Matthias said. "You couldn't know what James was gonna run away".
"So you're saying it's my son's fault?" Harry asked looking at him irritated.
"No, I didn't say..."
"Harry, it's nobody's fault", Hermione said and Harry looked at her.
"How am I gonna tell Ginny? How am I gonna tell her that I lost our son right through my hands?"
"We're gonna do it together", Hermione said reassuringly but Matthias shook his head.
"No, Harry you can't leave...what if they make contact?" he said.
"Why would they make contact?" Hermione asked perplexed.
"You said it yourself Hermione, if they wanted to kill the boy they would have done it...instead they kidnapped him...and kidnappers usually make contact", Matthias explained and Harry nodded. Then he turned and looked at Hermione, pleading with his eyes. The woman sighted and nodded.

Hermione apparated home half an hour later. She stayed in the kitchen waiting for the others to come and find her. She knew that this was going to be one of the most difficult and hard things she ever had to do for Harry...telling Ginny her son was kidnapped by Death Eaters.
She didn't wait for long. Ginny stormed in, followed by Ron and George.
"What happened? You've found him? Where is he?' Ginny asked quickly. Hermione didn't know how to tell her. She just looked at her and tears run down her face.
"Hermione, what happened?" the woman demanded watching her crying. Ginny felt her heart pounding hard against her chest, she had a bad feeling from the beginning and Hermione's watering eyes didn't help. "Hermione, where's my son?"
Ron went close to his wife, placing his hand around her. She looked at him.
"What happened?" he whispered and Hermione lowered her head. She couldn't say it, she just couldn't.
Ginny grunted losing her patience. She pushed Ron away and grabbed Hermione from the shoulders.
"Where's my son?" she asked her.
"We located him", Hermione started finally.
"That's a good thing right?" George asked perplexed.
"The Death Eaters found him first", she said and Ginny's eyes widened in shock. She shook Hermione.
"What happened to him? You saved him, right?" she demanded.
"Gin..." Hermione whispered looking at her terrified eyes.
"WHERE'S MY SON, HERMIONE?"
Ron grabbed Ginny's hands and pulled her away from Hermione.
"Ginny calm down!" he yelled, and then he turned to Hermione. "Honey, can you please tell her that James is okay?"
"I..." Hermione stammered looking in her husband's blue eyes. "I can't".
"Where's my son?" Ginny repeated again, tears running down her eyes.
"We fought the Death Eaters, but...Dolohov...remember Dolohov? He...he..."
"What?" George asked.
"He had James, so we couldn't curse him...he'd kill him if we did. The Death Eaters got away..."
"That's what this is all about?" George said rolling his eyes. "THe Death Eaters got away? So what?"
Hermione looked straight into Ginny's eyes.
"What happened to my son?" she asked as the tears continued running down her face.
"The Death Eaters took him with them", she said and Ginny kept looking at her trying to comprehend what she just told.
"What?" Albus said from the door. Ron and George turned and looked. Albus, Lily and Roxanne were standing at the door, all looking shocked at Hermione just like Ginny did.
"James was...was captured?" Roxanne asked with a trembling voice.
"Roxie we'd better go", George said taking his daughter's hand but she shrugged it off.
"No, I wanna know what happened to my best friend".
"And I wanna know what happened to my brother", Albus added but he didn't had the chance to get a proper answer since his mother collapsed on the floor.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled kneeling beside her as Hermione brought her hands to her mouth.

It was late in the morning when Harry returned home. He had spend the entire night in the Ministry but Matthias noticed how exhausted he was and made him go home, promising that he would alert him immediately if anything happened.
Harry apparated in their kitchen and just stood there for a few moments, feeling terribly sick. It wasn't the fact that he had stayed up all night that had exhausted him. It was the constand waiting, the constant crave for news, for something that would tell him that his son was okay and then the disappointment. He couldn't feel the pain he felt last night though, he just felt numb and he felt like everything was just a stupid dream of his...yet he couldn't wake up...why couldn't he wake up?
"Harry?" Ron said hesitantly as he came into the room. Harry looked up. His best friend was looking at him like he was a ghost and Harry could only assume he looked terrible. "Any news?" Ron asked not commenting on Harry's pale face and red swollen eyes.
"Nothing", the man responded shaking his head. "Where's Ginny" he asked and Ron bit his lower lip.
"When Hermione told her about James...she fainted", Ron said and Harry looked at him alarmed.
"Is she okay? Where is she?"
"Upstairs...we left her sleeping but she could be awake by now" Ron said and Harry nodded. Then he closed his eyes trying to gather as much energy as he had left. "Harry..." Ron said slowly but stopped. What would he say? He ought to console him as his best friend and his brother-in-law, but he didn't know how. Harry however just patted his shoulder and passing him left the room and went upstairs.
He stopped outside their bedroom's door. He closed his eyes again and tried to calm his breath and lose the worried expression he carried since last night. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Ginny was in the bed covered with a blanket, with her back at him and he could only see the top of her head. He understood though that she was awake, her breath was too fast. He sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her back trying to figure out what to say to her, but she spoke first.
"Tell me you've found something...anything" she whispered shakily.
"Gin..." he said, placing his hand on her back. She let out a sob and then turned, sat up and hugged him. Her face was even paller than his and her eyes were watering. She hadn't stopped crying yet from last night. Harry held her body tight close to his and kissed her forehead.
"You think he's still alive?" she said, her trembling breath on his neck.
"Yes", he said skaking his head. "If they wanted to kill him they would have done it there...in front of me".
"What do they want?"
"I don't know...but James...James is gonna be okay...I'm gonna find him", Harry said saying his son's name with difficulty...it hurt too much when he did. She got out of his arms and looked at him.
"How? You don't even know who the master of this thing is".
"Ginny listen to me...I will find him...I will find him even if I have to turn this whole world upside down!" he said looking deep into her eyes. "I just want one thing from you".
"What?"
"I need you to take care of our baby", he said looking at her belly. "Ron told me you fainted. Just try and stay calm, think of the baby".
"I don't want another child if I don't have James!" she yelled and she covered her face with her hands. Harry hugged her again and she sobbed in his chest.
"Please, please stop crying my love, you're gonna hurt the baby. Don't worry, we're gonna have our son back soon".

James woke up and for a few minutes he was just staring at the ceiling above him without realizing he wasn't home. He had a terrible headache...maybe he should ask a painkiller from his mum.
And then it all came back at him...the awful fight with his father, how he run away, the Death Eaters...the Death Eaters! He sat up really fast and he got dizzy. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them he looked around.
He was lying on the floor of a small, empty and dirty cell. It had no windows and the light was coming from candles that hung in the corners. The door was opposite him. He looked at it. He guessed that it was locked but it wouldn't hurt giving it a try. He got up slowly and walked towards it. He was only a meter from it when his right leg was pulled backwards and he fell down. He turned and was terrified to see that there was a thick chain around his ankle he hadn't noticed before, that went all the way to the opposite wall. He was tied up like a dog.
He searched in his clothes for his wand but it wasn't there, so he tried to free his leg from the chain with his hands, but no matter how much he tried to pull his led out, he couldn't. Then despair came and the more he tried to free his leg the more desperate he got. He gave up and then the questions came.
Where was he? What happened? Did the Death Eaters take him? Probably, by the looks of it. Why didn't his father save him? He was there, James saw him. Why did he let them capture him? Maybe he had no choice...or maybe he didn't want to save him. No, that was stupid. He would have saved him if he could. Wouldn't he? Maybe he wouldn't. James wouldn't blame him if he didn't want a son who had told him that he hated him. But what was going to happen now? What if his dad didn't come to save him this time either? What would he do? Would he stayed there until he died or until they killed him? But no, these thoughts were stupid...his dad would come. Wouldn't he? James grunted to himself indignantly. These thoughts were torturous; he had to stop thinking like that.
He heard voices approaching and then keys on the door. He hurried up and wiped the tears from his face just as the door opened. The bus driver, dressed now in a Death Eater robw, walked in followed by four other Death Eaters. The boy just glared at him aggressively as he smirked at him.
"I know you've been here for like seven hours now but I still wanted to welcome you and all", he said smiling. The smile made his wound even more disgusting.
"Where am I?" James asked.
"You're in our Headquarters...you're actually the guest of honor...our master is really glad you're here".
"Apostollo?" the boy asked shrinking his nose in contempt.
"Yes, Apostollo", the man nodded. "See I have orders to welcome you and offer you a bargain".
"A bargain?" the boy repeated perplexed.
"We will let you go if you join our forces".
"Are you insane?"
"Me? No...Apostollo though is a little bit".
"I'm never gonna join you. Why do you want me to anyway? I'm a fifteen year old what do I have to offer to you?"
"Only your father's torturing and despair", the man said smiling and James shook his head outraged.
"You can go to that Apostollo and tell him to go to hell and to take you with him...Just leave me alone!" the boy said and the man's smile broadened.
"I told Apostollo it was a long shot. You're so like your father...so naive, so stupid..."
"Stupid?" the boy repeated. "How can you call someone else stupid? Have you looked in the mirror?"
The man pulled his wand from his robes and pointed it right into James' chest. The boy took some steps back.
"You know it was your father who scared my face".
"I know", the boy responded, his back on the wall.
"No wonder then why I'm gonna enjoy this so much. You're just too like him for your own good".
The boy looked at the wand that was aiming at him, feeling his heart pounding hard. He was terrified but just as the man raised his wand to form what the boy knew would be the cruciatus curse something completely irrelevant came to his mind. This was the very first time someone resembled him with his dad.
"Crucio!"
The pain that hit the boy was unbearable. He collapsed on the floor while he felt like his bones were melting and his blood was boiling. He screamed harder than he ever had in his life wishing that the Death Eaters could just kill him, kill him and take the pain away. The pain stopped just as suddenly as it had come. James was lying on the floor, shaking, taking deep breaths and watching the scar-faced man above him smile broadly as he was relishing the image of the broken boy at his legs.
Another Death Eater moved forward taking his mask off. James sat up shakily and looked at him. He was as old as Dolohov, so the boy assumed he was one of Voltemort's followers twenty years ago and not one of the new Death Eaters.
"I was there you know, child", the man said. "The night Voltemort came back...I was there and watched as he tortured your father...and Dolohov and I were both there when your father killed him...well, sort of speech".
"And you will be there when my father kills Apostollo and all of you", they boy yelled and the Death Eaters laughed.
"We will see about that", Dolohov said. "See Yaxley? I told you the boy is as cheeky as his daddy".
"Yeah I can see that", responded the other man called Yaxley, and then with a wave of his head all the five Death Eaters pointed their wands at the boy on the floor. "You should learn some manners, child", he said and James closed his eyes waiting for the excruciating pain to come once more. He didn't wait for long...

-Angie-