“In typical Ottery fashion you’ve proven to be completely and utterly useless,” Rodolphus exclaimed, slapping the boy hard across the face with his glove.

Ottery hung down from the dungeon wall, his wrists in shackles, his head bent down staring at the dirt floor. “I don’t know, I think my friends might disagree seeing as I haven’t spilled all their secrets,” the boy replied quietly. It would be goodbye to this dirty cell soon.

“I’m afraid not Ottery. No one is going to swoop in and save you. What’s more, it’s not likely anyone will remember you, or even notice you missing. Not with all the things we’ve got planned for your troupe of friends and the Dark Lord’s ascension.”

“At least I’ll be in good company.”

Evading Nazi's during the forties had been difficult. The Bolshevik revolution had presented problems, as had the Titanic and the Hindenburg, but this. This, could possibly kill him.

“If you were going to heaven you wouldn’t be falling, now would you?” Teddy’s familiar voice rang in his head.