A/N: First and foremost, this story is unbeta'd as the plot bunny hit me when I was trying to go to sleep and wouldn't let me. Second this is a character I don't often write about but I really like what happens here. Third as always. I don't own Harry Potter.
Stefan eyes raced around the room as he felt the wards shaking and quivering, the walls beginning to tremble as they were battered against. He knew that his location had gotten out and when he and his gang first thought of this job they knew that it was risky. Kidnapping the son of Harry Potter but if the rumors he heard were true he could only pray that Harry Potter reached him before.- His thoughts cut short as the wards crumbled and a immense fire ball erupted into the room blasting through the doors.
Ginny Potter stood proudly in her red dress as the fire started to slowly settle around her, small flames flickered around her feet and danced upon her shoulders and entwined through her hair giving a soft orange halo it casting ominous shadows against the walls, her wandless hands coming up slightly and with a flick threw four of the team that had kidnapped her child against the wall, the sounds of bones crunching and lungs gasping as they were held pinned several feet above the ground with just the sheer power of her will.
Stefan backed away stumbling from the witches raw power the flames that enveloped her seemed to lash out on their own as they created small fires upon the furniture and other furnishings of what was once a grand foyer, his mouth silent as he fell backwards scooting against the rear wall holding up his hands.
"I am Ginevra Weasley-Potter, I openly defied The Dark Lord Volderort at Hogwarts" Ginny said as she took a step closer, her hair starting to raise slightly from the raging magic that was being emitted from her like the fiery light of a new born star. "I am the daughter of Molly Weasley, the woman who slew the mad witch Bellatrix Lestrange." Ginny stepped towards him, her eyes never once breaking contact with Stefans. "I am the wife of The Boy Who Lived." She said as her voice caused the chandelier to shake. Ginny then bent her knee , her knee coming forward as she went to Stefans level. "That means nothing, but I am his mother."
Stefan knew that he no longer could pray that Harry Potter would reach him in time with his Auors, his only wish now was that he would have a swift death like the other members of his criminal gang and he felt the front of his pants grow damp as the scent of urine tainted the air.
Ginny now with barely a whisper as she put her lips close to Stefans ear. "Did you really think you could get away with taking my son?" Spoke Ginny, softly with her breath sending chills down Stefans spine. "Inmortale Inflamare" Ginny whispered as Stefans eyes glazed over and he felt his soul being burned within his own body.
Stefan wanted to cry out, beg for mercy but he could only watch helpless as the mother of his would be ransom pick up the child and with a smile push past her husband who had just arrived, hearing her say with a smile. "He's all yours Harry, I have our son."