Our Boy

"What's your name?" Harry asked the terrified looking child who was now cowering against the wall.

The child grunted, "Boy." in a whimpering voice, and as if scared he was about to be struck, shielded himself with his skeleton like hands.

Boy, never had a name, to his disgusting death eater family he was nothing. But When his parents are arrested for murder, Boy's world begins to change.

Gesell and Morden, two siblings who were close in age, the girl 15 or so, and her brother 14, were speaking in hushed whispers as they walked along the gravel path towards their house. Both had black straight hair like their father, the patriarch of the family, and were thin and gangly looking, with dark grey eyes and unnaturally large red lips. they wore long black cloaks, and had their wands at the ready…The time for staying in hiding was over.

It was dark, very late in the evening, and they had just returned from a meeting. The secluded house was quiet, this almost certainly meant that their mother and the younger kids were in bed. That was a good sign, they could wait until the next day before breaking the dreaded news to the rest of the family.

"So do you think Goyle will blab.." muttered Morden urgently, he was trembling with fear, sweat poured down his still boyish face.

"He'll have no choice… you dolt.." hissed his sister Gesell in reply, elbowing her foolish brother in the ribs.

"they'll force it out of him! Do you ever actually pay attention in school! They have ways of making one talk if you see what I mean.."

"Ah but they won't find the headquarters will they?" reasoned Morden, "He's not the secret keeper. I… he can't know.. Can he?"

"Makes no odds, you dolt.." muttered Gesell, pushing open the door to their home quietly, "He knows who the secret keeper is. And when they find out, which they will. We all have to be ready.. Heads will roll, and Potter will meet his end once and for all. Personally I hope it's me that get's to carry out the deed…"

"Same here.." and Morden smiled almost in anticipation, licking his lips. He could almost taste the moment when that interfering old mudblood lover would finally be dead. "It's time we made a stand anyway, no more living in secret!" but secretly the boy was afraid of Harry Potter, and all he stood for. Muggle rights, house integration at Hogwarts, everything his family was against.

The two faced each other and there seemed to be a mutual understanding between brother and sister. They were scared, terrified even of going to Azkaban, or being killed, but neither would admit it. Each wanted to be favoured by their father, to be the one to bring honour to the family, cowardice was not an option.

As they had grown up they had been pitted against each other since before they could walk, eventually after several years, Gesell Rosier had become the dominant sibling, much to their father's annoyance. He had wanted his son to be the dominant one, but the boy was simply too weak, and Gesell was too strong. She had always been the best at everything. Morden would take any sort of abuse from her, and put up with it, he always obeyed her. He knew and their father knew that Gesell was not the type of girl who could be controlled easily, subtlety was the key.

"What the devil…." exclaimed Morden, as both noticed that the light in the pantry was indeed on, and the door left wide open. It was downstairs in the basement, where all supplies were kept in storage for the house hold. And of course the dark objects, that belonged to their father. It was usually kept securely locked, with various charms. Their father must have forgotten.

"Who's down there!" demanded Gesell in a stern voice. She assumed that it might be Callie, or Rueben, their younger siblings, sneaking down for a midnight snack, as they knew father was out.

A rustling could be heard down below, but no one replied.

"Go and have a look , you.." Gesell nudged her brother, and he obeyed as he always did, and tiptoed down the stairs cautiously, with his wand at the ready, secretly fearing that it was a ministry spy, or an auror.

"Show yourself!" he demanded in a voice that was supposed to sound commanding and confident but came out more like a squeak. Morden wiped his mouth with his sleeve nervously and glanced around the place uncertainly.

"Get on with it will you!" barked Gesell from above. "It's probably Rueben, kick his backside and send him back to bed! I can't believe you're scared of a 5 year old playing a trick!"

"Come out now. Or I start blowing this place apart!" shouted Morden, who was now starting to panic. He had become very paranoid since hearing the news that Gregory Goyle had been arrested for murder and all his sons had been taken in also. Spies seemed to around every corner, in his mind.

But there was no need for him to start blowing things apart. A boy, slowly appeared from inside a sack of flour. He was completely covered in it and the flour was inside his ears and in his eyes as well. His long blond hair actually appeared white. The child was small, perhaps around nine years of age, although no one was sure of his real birthday, it had been forgotten accordingly, by even his mother.

Morden smiled at the site before him. A wicked, hateful smile. For this particular child was his favourite play thing. This boy was not Morden's little brother Rueben, this boy was a nothing, a nobody. A half brother, and a half blood, kept by the family out of shame. This was the "boy!" the result of mother's mistake with a muggle some years ago when she ran away from her husband.

"They'll take you to Azkaban for sure this time! Stupid boy!" laughed Morden, in a voice filled with spite, "Here, Gess. Come and have a look at this!" he called up to his sister.

Gesell, grimaced when she saw the boy in the sack of flour. She was not amused even in the slightest. The presence of "The boy" in her life merely annoyed her. And the site of him repulsed her. She often wondered why her father had agreed to keep the thing. The offspring of her mother, and muggle. A mistake their mother had paid for dearly. A constant reminder of the year their mother had not been there. As Four and five year old children they were told she had gone on holiday, but even then Gesell had known, she had heard the gossip, her mum had run off with a farm hand that lived near them, and a year later she returned with a bastard bump, as father had called it. The baby was born, but father had said it should be left out with animals. Mother got her way and "Boy" lived in the house for 3 years, before he was expected to live outside… the only condition was that the child never be named, and never be breast fed.

A year or so later after Callie had been born Gesell remembered handing the boy a bottle of hers, as he was crying with hunger, she was seen by father, taken to her room and made to drink bottle after bottle of milk until she was sick. "That will teach you for feeding scum with your sister's milk…." he had roared, " you dare to feed your mother's milk to that filth!"

"But Callie wasn't hungry anymore!" Gesell had reasoned, as best any nine year old could.

"Pure milk for pure blood, swine will not drink my wife's milk! He is a filthy child! Do you hear girl! A filthy child!" father had spat the words, wrenched the bottle from her mouth and slammed the door.

"Get out of there you retched filthy beast!" she yelled, grabbing the boy by the ear, and hauling him out from his strange hiding place, and up the stairs. Morden followed, laughing, and sneering, as they went.

"When dad finds out about this, you won't be able to sit down for months!" he informed the child, with a huge grin on his face.

"Shut it!" yelled Gesell, throwing the creature to the floor, where he curled into a ball and backed into a corner, cowering in terror. "Don't speak to it!"

"I'll take first watch, dad told us to guard the house.." she continued, ignoring the boy's wailing, and addressing Morden. "Take that filth back outside where it belongs.. And then go to bed!" she instructed.. "All this noise will wake the kids.. The boy shouldn't mix with Rueben and Callie, it will give them ideas, they are our little brother and sister. They should not be exposed to him. And you leave the boy alone too, you have duties to attend to, don't be wasting your time on a retarded squib half blood!"

Morden sighed and nodded, he had been hoping to have some fun with the boy for a while, but it could wait. He'd keep, wasn't like he was going anywhere. There were more important matters to think about at this moment in time.

"Get up!" he ordered, and without waiting for a response, grabbed the boy by his hair and dragged him forward, and threw him out of the front door, closing it behind him quickly. He walked away and headed up the large staircase to finally get some sleep, however little it may be.

Outside, the boy picked himself up slowly, and stalked off, his head down, eyes directed towards the grass, unable to even face the darkness, for fear even nothingness would kick him to the ground.

He pushed open the door to the broom shed, and pulled out the cold meat pie he had managed to smuggle past his siblings. It was extremely battered, as it had been smashed against his chest when Morden had thrown him. It tasted good though, better than the occasional left over from the family dinners.

The boy wasn't fazed, this was the way life usually was. Today was good, because his father was out. His mum had given him his own sandwich, instead of just some left over's from Ruben and Callie. She had allowed him in the house. And bribed the other two with sweets, not to say anything about it to their father.

If father was dead, maybe she'd start to love him like the others. Maybe. Maybe she would stop Gesell and Morden from bullying him all the time. But why would she, she never stopped father from doing it. The truth was that she hated him just as much as father did, she just felt sorry for him. She didn't love him, not like her others. Because he was a mistake.

The boy, curled up on the mattress on the floor, and settled down to sleep. Trying not to think of what he was in for when father returned.

Ministry. Next day. Auror head office.

"Gesell and Morden Rosier. Two children of ages 14 and 15, have been implicated in the cursing of 16 year old Victoria Harris, muggle born, and prefect of Slytherin house at Hogwarts, both fled the scene last night and have been seen since with their uncle Evan Rosier who broke out of Azkaban last month.. Both, are in my opinion most certainly active death eaters… And know the location of the hidden hurcrox…" explained Harry to the

rest of his team. He was anxious to get this family apprehended as soon as possible. Both his sons went to school with these children. It was terrible to realise that kids were again being brainwashed into this blood purity nonsense. And even more horrifying to find out that 15 year old Gesell Rosier was the secret keeper to the headquarters of this organisation. A child close in age to his son was facing Azkaban.

"Remember we are dealing with children. Of 14 and 15 years of age…" Harry continued, Ron was stood by his side and eleven other aurors were listening intently.

"And there will be young kids in the house as well, we need to handle this as delicately as possible. No disarming, we are aiming to knock them out quickly and get them back to the ministry to be questioned…The girl, Gesell Rosier, can apparate apparently, and has been doing so illegally for years.. So an anti apparition charm will need to be cast in order to prevent their escape. "

"What of the children, what do we do with them?" asked a rooky auror, with spiky hair.

"They'll be two people from child protection, who have auror training waiting outside.." Harry replied pointedly. He was very nervous about this particular mission because of the ages of the death eaters involved. "Fisher, you can be in charge of making sure the three youngest Rosier children are taken to safety…."

Fisher groaned, but didn't say anything further.

"It is almost certain that Mr Rosier will be there also… He will most likely attack to protect his children, and ensure their escape… We will also be taking in his wife, Harriet Rosier, for questioning.." Harry added quickly, hoping had made himself clear and that everything would go smoothly.

"This sounds like a two minute job at most…" assured Ron as they walked out of the offices side by side, "They are kids, barely older than James. Do you think he could take on 13 fully trained aurors.."

"Yes Ron, but James has never been taught the dark arts, unlike the Rosier children.." Harry retorted, knowing full well the dangers of underestimating Gesell Rosier especially. Her brother probably wouldn't be a problem. But Gesell must have been picked as secret keeper for a reason. Also Hermione, who worked part time as a councillor for troubled kids at Hogwarts, had mentioned Gesell. Apparently the girl had sadistic tendencies, and was exceedingly quick with a wand. If push came to shove, maybe she was just as capable as a full grown death eater. He didn't want any of his team to die today.

"They are a couple of kids playing death eater cause their daddy said so, that's it Harry. Nothing to worry about.." said Ron, who was not entirely confident himself. "As soon as we lay are hands on that supposed secret hurcrox, it'll all be over, and the Rosier family will be a laughing stalk, and in prison may I add.."

"Hope to Merlin you are right Ron. I don't like this, seems like maybe this thing is bigger than we thought." Harry glanced sideways at Ron so no one else would see and whispered soberly, "What if he's back, what if they have found some way…. We still haven't found out how Rosier escaped.."

"Look at it this way Harry, it can't be that big if they have a 15 year old Hogwarts student as their secret keeper.." Ron reasoned. The thought of their big weapon being a little girl seemed to amuse him.

Harry shook his head, "And what were we when we took on Voldemort…" he snapped. "And what about Malfoy, what age was he when he…." and then he stopped, realising that some of the others were listening in.

Ron shrugged, "I guess you have a point." He didn't say anything further, but thought over what Harry had said, the time for talking was over. The Aurors prepared to apparate to the Rosier's home.

Disclaimer. Story based on the works of JK Rowling. Characters are all her creation. The Rosier's are based on the character Evan Rosier from the Harry potter books. They are his nephew's family.

Chapter 2. Hostage situation.