The Ancients: Story 2

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Chapter One: Anonymous Owl's

There were seven people seated around Professor Dumbledore's desk. Ron had counted them all on both his hands. It was better then thinking of other things. Things that granted should have been on his mind.

Hermione was looking out the window beside him, he could see the tear roll down her eyes as she wiped away at it furiously.

It had only been two hours since Harry hadn't shown up at the Hogwarts after the argument. Harry had gone missing. Those words still rang in his ears.

'How could we have left him alone? We knew they were after him again. When are they not? So stupid, so bloody stupid!'

'Mr. Weasley I understand your predicament. While I don't appreciate the fact you all kept this from me, you will all be dealt with after. Once Harry has been returned to us. Miss. Granger should not have had to come to me tell me this on her own.' Albus replied wearily.

Ron hung his head. he tipped it to the side. Emma wasn't doing much better. She had turned into a small kitten, just barely 2 months old he would have guessed. She had climbed up on the gits lap and curled up.

Wasn't unusual, he supposed. If he had been in her spot he'd blame him self too… he did blame himself, in a round about way.

'We have to find him. He was last seen in Hogsmead there fore he must have disappeared from there. Let us hope he has simply wandered off… and not the, un-imaginable.'

'Harry would never wander off Professor. That's not like him. I know it was them Voldemort and his ugly gang of cowards. They took him, and we have no way of finding him any time soon.' Hermione looked from her window to the people in the room.

Sirius was furious, storm the grounds and Hogsmead, find the bloody death eaters and rip them to shreds. How he wanted to storm their wretched castle to his godsons rescue. But the un-bearably tight grip Remus had on him kept him still. In the soft, plush chair to the side of the room.

'Remus, Sirius I want you to head to town ask everyone there follow to where he was headed. We need to know where he was headed to first. I hope he got to where he was going, if only to make things easier.'

Sirius stood up and with his friend headed out the door. Snape sat in his chair scratching at Emma's ear and back. 'Perhaps they used Portkey, or apparition. I doubt you'll be able to follow. They would have waited till he got to his destination. It wouldn't do to have witnesses. But then again, no witness walks away to tell what they see.'

Julia sat on Draco's bed; the blond had left to fetch some pain potion for the pain in her head. The fights with her older sibling were getting to her. If only they had never come and gotten involved.

A pop in front of her startled her. A neat black envelope sat in front of her. She picked it up and carefully opened the flap breaking the blood red seal of a snake. A wand fell in her lap. Pulling out the note hidden inside, she began to read.

Dear Miss Julia Snape

This wand is of great importance to you. If it falls into any hands other then yours I'm afraid of what would become of your goal.

Keep it hidden, away from prying eyes. Hidden from your other half, both of them. I will send another owl for it when I have need of it. You had best have it when that time arrives.

Yours in service,

Rook

Se crumpled up the letter and threw it in the blazing fire. Twirling the wand in her fingers she looked it over before she snapped her finger and it diapered to the bottom of her trunk in her room.

Sirius had his nose to the floor who would have though the town of Hogsmead would have to many scents? Trying to discern Harry's from the little old lady down the road was touch.

With Remus talking to people as they passed about the boy who lived slowly they mad their way to the Shrieking Shack.

'Well Padfoot. Here we are, you think they used a Portkey?'

He turns around and looks at the shack, leaning on the fence in his human form her thinks.

'Perhaps he wanted to think of how he almost had a home with me. It's what would cheer me up after a falling out with my friends.'

Walking around Remus holds out his wand and scans it over the ground. Nothing appeared no shape of a rusty old boot, no trash that could have been a Portkey. No left over Portkey dust showing one was activated.

'Nothing, they didn't leave by Portkey Sirius.' He sighs and leans against the fence, surprised its still standing.

Standing up Sirius closes his eyes. He feels the air around him, blowing his long hair back and whipping it forward. The small whispers of the wind slowly become louder, he opens his eyes and looks around him.

He could see the strengthening charm they did as boys on the fence. The natural magic of the forest behind them. And an apparition just below Remus' feet. Pushing him aside slightly he bends down o examine it.

'Apparition.'

With a pop he disappears only to be through back against the trees across from the shack. He was blocked, there was no way to find out where his godson was taken to. He got up and whipped out his wand slashing at the tree that broke his fall. It went tumbling to the forest floor.

'They blocked it. How they knew or learned to do it I don't know. You know who would have showed them, just like the slimy gits.'

'Some on Sirius time to go tell Albus what we found. Maybe as Padfoot you can tell who it was.'

With a grimace he transformed and they trekked back to the castle. The walk was longer then it was to get down there. With the weight of it all, it just seemed futile. With the smell of sweat, fire and the stench of Azkaban he knew it was his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. But the other one bugged him. He never smelled it before.

With Hermione, Ron and Emma safely in bed Remus sat down beside Sirius. There was class the next day, how they would cop without Harry and keep it looking normal he didn't know.

'There was no way to follow them. They apparated but they blocked it.'

'Bella was the one to take him. I could smell it all over the field. I feel so useless while he's out there going through who knows what.'

'Calm down Sirius. We will find him. I have Severus looking for anything he can through his colleagues. All we can do is gather the order and wait.'

Harry was chained to a wall, he was just in front of him. But Ron couldn't reach him, he couldn't save him. The figure hovering over him was foreboding.

The figures wand was out, he could see Harry twitching, shaking and blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.

The room, no dungeon was dark, damp and cold. He shivered as Harry stopped moving. The figures wand was down. He was talking but Ron couldn't hear anything, everything was quiet, too quiet. Like the world was deaf.

He looked into Harry's eyes, he was scared. The light that crashed into him sent Harry shaking again. He had to get out, to help him. His best mate was hurting.

His vision was going black, things were disappearing. The wall holding the chains disappeared. The floor vanished and the figure went with it. The chains fell from Harry's wrists and he looked up into Ron's eyes.

His eyes were blood shot, the retinas were so wide it covered the green of his eyes. He opened his mouth and as everything fell away and he began to wake he heard a blood curdling, ear piercing scream.

So loud, so real it was. It was like the sound came back on full blast. He sat bolt up right in bed, he was sweating and shaking. His skin was un naturally pale in the glowing moon light. He could hear the screams echo in his head.