She inspected her lover from a distance. She gingerly stretched her limbs, trying to find a more comfortable position in the chair. A sense of contentment washed over her body, a warm smile appeared on her face. He was sound asleep, free from dreams, or the nightmares that plagued her constantly. She almost wanted to envy his peaceful sleeping habit, but his slumber looked so innocent, so inviting. He slept with little insecurity in his form, just a hand from deep beneath the thick covers was laying over her side. The wandering limb was looking to connect with the sleeping body that should have been there, but she couldn't sleep. Her body ached for a relaxed slumber, but her mind had been running wild. As silly as it seemed, she kept dreaming about her son having wavier hair. There was also something about his laugh that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. Why did such random ideas cause her so little rest? Her life from all appearances was a life to be desired, one that appeared to be complete, but yet she felt something missing, she felt incomplete. It wasn't a feeling that hadn't crept on her so suddenly in such a long time, the misery had been at bay for a while. The last time a sadness had dwelled in her, was when she lost her last two babies. She had gotten pregnant for the second time within the last ten years with Darren. It seemed her body was too weak to carry again, she was almost surprised that she had carried young son to term with little hassle. She only had her son, Adrian, which was almost enough for her, and her man. Darren had been a wonderful father to Adrian, he yearned to continue growing their family together. Viv had desperately tried to produce another son for Darren to call his own, but hadn't been able to. Her body was weak, but Darren didn't show any indifference towards her. Her son was more than enough for him, and she was grateful. She was glad to have a man as understanding as him, even though they had would have never met if she hadn't been looking for trouble.

When her son was very young and very colicky, she literally couldn't stand the sight of him. She felt numb, she was tempted to leave him outside of a hospital hoping for someone better to come along and take him away. His uneasy screams for attention were almost hellish, nothing that she found others to had to have to deal with. She had pawned her son off on the over concerned, over bearing neighbor lady. The lady was widowed and had too much time to spend being knee deep in the business of the others that surrounded her. Viv had come up with the excuse of a job interview of sorts and didn't want to screw it up with a screaming kid. The lady quickly obliged, despite the infant's constant, unworldly fussing. In reality, Viv just wanted to score. She needed to fill the void in her life, the aching she had when she looked into her son's eyes, or the shivers she had when trying to block out his screaming.

"Why do I have to come with?" Viv had been stressed at just the thought, she just wanted her shit, and to leave. Simple as that.

"You're asking me to front, much, much more than I'm willing to give. I would have to okay it through the boss."

"But I could give you a different form of payment, if necessary." Viv wanted to squirm just offering the bargain, but he had only smiled, showing his sparking grills. He wasn't suffering hard on the streets as he wanted to believe, the dope game was alive and well.

"As cute as that was sweetheart, the boss is only interested in one commodity, money." Viv dropped her head in shamed, her cheeks on fire. "Follow me." She wanted to run away, and try to forget what she had just done, but all the dealers were connected to the same source, the one she was going to meet in just a few minutes.

"Who's there?"

"Ryan and guest."

"Send her in." Viv gulped, what the hell she got into this time. Before she could react she was shoved into a dark room, only a hand on her back to guide her towards a lighted area in the back.

"What brings a pretty little lady like you here?" Something about a voice with an accent made her melt; had foreign guys always made her weak at the knees?

"What pretty ladies shouldn't be looking for?" She replied back to the turned man.

"Trouble." The word trickled off the top of his tongue. Viv was surprised, by how quickly the man had turned around. She was a lot closer to him than she had intended to be. "My, my. Not just pretty, a very gorgeous woman looking for trouble." Viv could feel the heat in her cheeks, this man was very flattering. Or could it possibly be his outwardly attractive appearance that had caught her off guard?

"Um, thanks." He held his large hand out to her.

"Darren."

"Viv." Her small hand, fit well inside his. She stared up at him through her lashes, really hoping to inspect him more closely. She had been expecting some older, greasy man, like in the gangster movies. This man was aged, yes, but not around his dark eyes. This man again, blew her breath away. Older and foreign, she had such an infinitive lust for both.

"Come sit." He gestured for her to take a seat near a fireplace, the brightest source of light in the room. "So Viv, are you taken?" She shook her head, such an odd question to ask. Her stomach did somersaults anyways. "Do you have any children?"

"A young son, Adrian."

"Where is he tonight?"

"Neighbor."

"Why aren't you home with your son tonight?" This question really made her feel guilty. The only answer she could think of was the truth, she didn't want to feel anymore. She wanted to be numb, to be selfish.

"I don't have a good reason."

"Most don't when they come to see me." Viv bit her tongue, she wasn't the one technically to come see him, but that didn't matter, he had probably seen enough people like her, pitiful excuses for parents.

"I'm a terrible mother." He placed a reassuring hand on her thigh, she smiled at the warmth.

"But you can start fresh tonight." He stood up, reaching for something, a box. Panic initially filled her, then she noticed him writing something down for her. He handed her, a note and check. "Go buy yourself something nice, go home and hug your son," then he pointed to the paper, she opened to see a phone number, "and when you want some company, call sometime." Her cheeks were flush again, he had given her money that she desperately could use, and hit on her at the same time.

"Viv, what are you doing over there?"

"I can't sleep. Thinking too much."

"Want to talk about it?" She smiled, Darren was so sweet on her. Always concerned about her.

"Not really."

"Want me to help you fall back to sleep?"

"Help? As in what?" She smirked, she knew exactly at what he was suggesting. He was much older than Viv herself, but he had the libido of a teenager and the experience of an advanced lover. She was constantly surprised at how easy he could please her, just from the simplest of words.

"I might have a few ideas."

"Mrs. Potter, we finally meet again." Ginny held her head low, she knew what was coming. She wasn't going to give this evil man satisfaction in knowing so. "Not talkative? We can change that." This comment had made Ginny perk her head up, she had thought she had been alone with Voldemort. His young son was staring into her eyes. Voldemort had turned his focus to his son, Demetrius, who had already aged several years since the incident. He had employed his son on his search, and within the last year of his assistance, he had gotten much closer to his intended targets, Vivian and the other heir. In her absence, many of his structures had fallen apart, revealing the traitors inside. A tirade of death and destruction soon followed her kidnapping, he was able to maintain power but his protection was weaker than before. "Demetrius, we have a particular enchantment for Mrs. Potter today, don't we?"

"Yes, my lord." Demetrius's reply was cool, void of emotion. He was collected and showing little concern for the events about to unfold for this latest victim.

"Begin."

Voldemort marveled in wonder as the boy began toying with her mind. He was privileged enough to glimpse at his illusions. His powers were beyond the scope originally set by Vivian. He had sought to push his son's studies to match his ever expanding skills. He began to develop powers more and more useful to Voldemort's cause, when the boy would have come of age, he could employ the boy to be his own assassin, his executioner. The boy was a natural predator.

"My lord?" Ginny was whimpering on the floor, physically untouched, mentality was another story.

"What have you found?"

"She's the other half to the binding potion." Voldemort smirked, their search was coming to an end. In no time, they would be able to trace Vivian, and by then they could summon her out.

"Anything else interesting?" He could care less, just as before, Potter would be looming around, trying to conceal Vivian from him.

"She has no powers, or memories." Demetrius almost sounded disappointed, but his face lacked the emotion his voice held. Voldemort would have to stamp that humility out. Others shouldn't be able to detect how he was feeling.

"Good. Now, dispose of her."

"As you command my lord."

"You think you could fool me?" Viv sat back and watched the men before them cower. These fools had lost Darren's last shipment. The police had intercepted the batch when it made port, someone had to have tipped them off.

"Sir, we don't know how this happened!" Darren pistol whipped the one that spoke. The man hit the floor hard, a pool of blood forming under his clenched mouth. The others shook nervously.

"Darling, I believe it is going to get messy today. Why don't you find something entertaining to do?" Viv knew that it was going to be a while before Darren was done, laying out the rules. She went over to Darren and pecked him on the cheek and turned to the men once again. They watched her carefully as she caressed the sides of their faces.

"You know why I'm doing this gentlemen?" They shook their heads at her, she smiled. "Because this will be the last time for a while that any woman will want to touch you, not even your mothers." She departed the room right before the screaming started. She could be so evil sometimes in her own way. Before she got too far from the basement she was blindsided.

"Mom!" Small arms latched onto her legs.

"Adrian." Viv greeted her son, swallowing the sadness back. She had hoped her son wouldn't stare up at her, her eyes would betray her, and he would be able to see the uneasiness in her eyes. "What have you been up to?"

"Drawing." He began yanking on her hand.

"Do you want to show me what you have been drawing?" Viv blinked and suddenly she was in her son's room. How, how did they get here so fast? Adrian didn't seemed faze by anything. Had she knotted off on the walk to his room?

"Here Mom look." He brought a picture to Viv's attention, she began to shake staring at it. Her almost ten year old always had a talent for drawing, but these pictures looked like moments in time, almost like actual photographs. It was a drawing of her crying, she was being restrained by others in cloaks. She handed the picture back and walked towards her son's drawing desk. Each picture was extravagant in detail, but disturbing to her all the same. Viv didn't remember any of these moments, or any of the people in the pictures with her.

"Who's in this picture with mommy?"

"Bad people."

"Why bad people?"

"They kept you locked up." She looked young, Adrian couldn't have been born yet.

"What about this one?"

"Me being born." Viv couldn't stop staring at the drawing, he had the exact hospital room set up, and every detail down including the freckles on the redheaded lady's face. The very lady that had convinced her to take Adrian home with her. "Or look, look mom!" He handed her another picture, it was man around her age, a long stiff hand upon the shoulder of a boy a little older than Adrian. The spitting image of her son, despite the wavy hair, the hair that haunted her thoughts.

"Who are they Adrian?"

"My brother and father."

"What?"

"They're looking for us mom!"

"No, no baby. No one is looking for us."

"Yes they are! They just can't find us. They didn't lose us, they can't find something that they didn't lose. We lost them."

"Where's Darren?" Adrian stopped his rambling, clearly she had upset him. "Adrian?"

"He's over in that pile."

"Why is he over there?"

"That's the later pile. I don't like the later pile."

"Why not?" She crept closer to the pile to inspect them.

"People die." True to his word, the top picture was Darren's corpse laying at the foot of the entryway. Where did her son's imagination take him? It was so vivid, so dark. No one could see these pictures, especially Darren.

"Hey guys." She quickly threw the pictures down and greeted her lover. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, I'm fine." Viv had replied a little too quickly, damn it.

"Well are you guys' hungry? I have lunch down by the pool."

"Yay!" Adrian began peeling down the hall, Darren shot her a knowing looking before tearing down the hall after her son.