Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: This was beta-read by the lovely Alice Helena. And if you've read this before, I present you the new and improved version. Hope you're going to like it.

This is going to be dark. Very dark. This is being cross-posted on AO3, so for a detailed list of characters and pairings head that way. WARNINGS: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Torture, Forced Prostitution, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex. Tissue warning, if you are particularly sensitive. I am. I cried.

Scenes are going to be short and chapters, as well, are going to be extremely short (okay between 2,000 and 5,000 words, to me that's EXTREMELY short, because I'm used to write from 12,000 to 22,000 words per chapter), which is another liberating thing. It's a stylistic choice, by the way. Hopefully though the emotions will shine through despite its brevity.

Also, this is dedicated to all the children who are abducted every day. I can't even start to imagine what their families go through. The very thought of losing someone that way makes my heart ache and I send all my love to people who have gone or are going through that right now.

One last thing, if you like this story vote for it in the poll on my profile! Nothing happens, really, but you let me know that you like it and that's really nice for me. So far, "Not Now, Nor Never" is winning, but I think it might be because it's the only story where I've remembered to tell my readers about the poll! LOL! You can vote up to three stories anyway!

Prologue

When asked about it afterwards, the second thing that Molly Weasley recalled about that day was the wind. A strong, warm wind that made her laundry flutter on the long lines behind the Burrow, creating a fascinating game of lights and shadows on the grass and the flowerbeds.

The first thing that she remembered, though, was Harry's upset expression, and Ginny's big, fat tears, as they sat at the table in her kitchen. She recalled Hugo's scared face, while he was questioned incessantly by the Aurors. So ardent was Hugo's questioning, that his own uncle had grabbed his arm, and shook him lightly when he couldn't remember where, exactly, in the garden they were standing when it had happened. Then the little boy began crying in earnest. She could recall Ron, as he brought Hugo away and tried to calm him down Harry. And Hermione, as she comforted Ginny.

And she remembered Aurors.

Aurors everywhere. Searching, questioning, taking measurements, firing spells, and discovering nothing at all. Aurors asking her things, over and over again, until they brought up her own tears, even though she had never stopped crying since that morning.

Because she was gone. Completely gone. As if she had disappeared into thin air.

oOoOo

That morning, Molly Weasley smoothed the bed linen on the line, and sighed.

The grounds behind the Burrow were quiet. So much quieter, now that Rose and Albus had finally started at Hogwarts the week before; Molly almost didn't like it. She was not used to it. She needed noise, and the sound of laughter and cries, and little voices that called her and asked her to heal a grazed knee, or to give them a glass of milk.

She wiped away some sweat from her brow, and picked one of her nightgowns from the pile in the basket, waving it in the wind to flat it gently before pegging it out next to the linen.

She narrowed her eyes in concentration, and tried to focus on remembering whether or not either Hugo or Lily didn't like fish. She had bought soles at the fish market in Ottery St Catchpole the day before, and Arthur had told her he had a craving for her garlic cream sauce. She was happy when she managed to recall that it was Albus who had thrown a tantrum when he was five; a fishbone had got stuck in his tooth for three hours, and he swore to never eat fish again, from that very day, to his death.

She bent over to pick up a pair of Arthur's underwear, and almost started into letting them fall, when she saw a little shadow appearing and disappearing behind the fluttering laundry.

She smiled and picked the underwear up once again, waving it out like a flag.

"Hello, Hugo," she said sweetly, "having fun playing?"

Her grandson didn't reply, but she could see his little legs and bare feet twitching in nervousness amongst the tall grass.

"You're so silent, Dear," she said gently, pegging the underwear on the line. She moved the bed linen out of the way to look at him.

His blue eyes – Ron's blue eyes – were as big as saucers as he looked at her. His freckled little hands were grasping his dirty t-shirt, and his shorts were fluttering in the wind.

"Where's Lily, Darling?" she asked, as she found a sock on the ground, and let the linen fall back into place to pick it up.

He hesitated a little, his toes curling in the ground. "She's gone," he finally said, his voice tiny.

Molly tossed some locks of hair behind her shoulders. "She's gone?" she asked half-amusedly. "Are you playing hide and seek again? Is she hiding?" She moved the linen again and looked at him, beaming.

Hugo shook his head, his eyes still wide.

She cocked her head and felt her smile faltering, before disappearing completely from her face. Suddenly, she felt as if there was something wrong. Something out of place. Something not quite right, in the way Hugo was behaving.

"Hugo," she said a bit breathlessly, as she walked past the linen and came to kneel near him, "where's Lily?"

"He took her away," he replied, his voice a whisper.

Molly felt her heartbeat echoing in every cell of her body, her fingers tingling with fear. She grabbed his little arm in her plump hand, and looked at him, as tears started to swell up in the boy's eyes. "Who took her away, Hugo?" she asked urgently, her voice just a throaty murmur.

He was crying when he whispered, "The man with the mask."

oOoOo

Head Auror's Daughter Kidnapped

Lily Luna Potter, aged nine, disappeared yesterday morning from her grandparents' backyard in Devon. The little girl was playing unsupervised with her cousin, also aged nine, while their grandfather was in the near town of Ottery St Catchpole, running some errands, and their grandmother was hanging out the laundry. The girl's cousin was the only witness to the crime, and according to him Lily was taken away by a 'tall, big man wearing a mask', before she was Stunned into unconsciousness. The boy was in shock and, when questioned, could not give enough information for the Aurors to start following a lead. He is currently in St Mungo's for psychological support, after having witnessed his cousin's disappearance. Aurors are convinced that this is not a bravado, but the most plausible theory is that of a revenge kidnapping. Currently, investigations are underway, focusing amongst Auror Harry James Potter's list of potential enemies. The little girl answers to the name of Lily. She has long, red hair, brown eyes, and white skin with freckles. She is four-feet-five, and rather small. If anybody has any information about her, they are asked to owl the Ministry without delay.

oOoOo

"Nott. Nott, you have to take her back."

Theodore Nott looked at Gregory Goyle, disgust painted over his face. "You sound like you are scared, Goyle," he said haughtily.

Goyle gritted his teeth, his nostrils flaring. "She's not another Muggle girl," he hissed, "someone that the Muggle police will consider a lost cause. She's the Head Auror's only daughter. They'll turn the whole Wizarding World upside down to find her."

"Let them do it," he replied coldly, "I dare them to find her here."

Goyle took a deep breath, as if to calm himself down. "Okay," he said, looking at Nott like he was a madman, "we have to do it quickly, though. Kill her, and put her body somewhere where nobody can trace it back to us."

Nott looked at him and snorted. "Kill her?" he asked harshly. "I don't want to kill her."

Goyle's eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about?" Large beads of sweat were running down his temples now, and he brushed them away with his forearm.

Nott returned his eyes to the inert form of the child. She was still unconscious, her body too small and weak for the spell he had sent her way. He would have to use a Reviving Spell to wake her up. "I don't want to kill her," he repeated, "that would be a waste. No, Harry Potter wiped away my business in just one night. With his raid, he closed all of my whorehouses, simultaneously taking away all ofmy money." He snorted. "He doesn't like prostitutes, does he? Well, too bad that that's what his only daughter will become."

Goyle's jaw dropped. "That's… that's ridiculous, Nott, you can't have her in a brothel… what if… if a client recognises her…"

"She'll be my crown jewel," he continued, ignoring him, "clients will have to pay such ridiculously high prices for her, that she alone will bring all the income. We'll start over, Goyle. Open a new brothel, and hide it under a respectable façade. We'll keep the registry with the clients, and bring the old friends back in. We'll let them know that we are back in business."

"But what if she talks and tells them who she is… I'm sure the clients won't think twice about selling the information to Potter," reasoned Goyle, fear in his voice, "think about it, Nott. This is a stupid idea…"

"A Memory Charm will do the trick," he replied dismissively, "a new name, a new identity. I've always wanted a daughter." He wetted his lips as he stared at her. "And she'll be in my bed every night, right after she earns her living like a respectable little whore." He brought his hands to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. "In fact, I think I shall start training her tonight," he said, fishing out his member from his underwear, and starting to stroke it. "You're welcome to watch, Goyle," he added as he made his way to the bed, climbing on near her, "and I'm willing to share, but only after I've used her thoroughly." He smirked and added, "And I've filled this place with her screams."

He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them, before finally deciding that he wanted her awake and aware.

And Lily screamed. She screamed so loud, that Nott had to take away her memory half way through the night, and gag her; before she deafened him with her silly cries for Mummy and Daddy.

Once he was done with the child, he finally let Goyle have her. Sitting back against an armchair, he stared at her tear-stained face pressed under Goyle's hand, and her blood-tainted thighs that were pushing back against his friend's belly, and Nott felt pleasure stirring once more inside of him.

Then his thoughts turned to Potter, and he couldn't help smirking in satisfaction. Theodore Nott's vendetta was going to be a masterpiece of cruelty.

oOoOo

Still No Sign of the Head Auror's Only Daughter

A month has passed since the disappearance of the only daughter of Head Auror Harry James Potter, and there is still no sign of the little girl. Thousands of owls arrived at the Ministry in the past thirty days, both with supportive letters addressed to Mr and Mrs Potter, and with reports of sightings of the girl all over the United Kingdom. Any lead followed by the Aurors up to this point, though, has resulted in a dead end. Aurors are still prone to believing that the most plausible theory, is that of a personal vendetta towards the Head Auror. However, investigations about a newly formed group of Death Eater sympathisers are underway as well.

As always, we ask to direct your letters, with any information you might have, to the Ministry of Magic.

Possible Lead on the Potter Disappearance is Another Dead End

The body of the little girl, that was found two days ago, is not the one of Lily Luna Potter, as it had been first believed by the authorities. The macabre discovery was made by an employee of the Ministry, on a side street of Knockturn Alley. The body of the child, torn by what were very probably the claws of a werewolf, had taken two days to be recognised. She was a Muggleborn girl, who had gotten lost in Knockturn Alley, unsupervised on her first expedition to buy her school supplies. Miss Potter would have started her first year at Hogwarts this fall, as well. For a picture about how she would look currently, please look inside today's issue.

The European Trail

After three months following a trail around Europe, the Auror squad, captained by Auror Edward Remus Lupin, had to return to England empty-handed. The operation, which had started when a traffic of witches aged ten to fifteen years old had been discovered throughout France, Spain and England, has not brought the finding of Auror Potter's daughter, nor any other English young witch. Details on the operation can be found inside, on page 18. Lily Luna Potter would have turned thirteen two weeks ago.

Anniversary of a Tragedy

Today marks the anniversary of Head Auror Harry James Potter's only daughter's disappearance. Despite having been six years since that fateful day, the Head Auror and his squad – especially Deputy Head Auror Ronald Bilius Weasley, uncle to the little girl – had never stopped looking for her. Leads that might have brought Lily Potter – today aged fifteen – home, have become sparser throughout the years, though, and insiders have said that we are to expect a memorial service to be held soon, in memory of the girl.

The Daily Prophet is close to the Head Auror and his family, as they cope with their loss.