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Chapter 2

Henry was on edge like never before. Every sound he heard would make him jump. Every thought that crept into his mind, would scare him just that much more.

After awhile he calmed down enough to think about what he 'thought' he had heard, and even as he thought it over he was sure it was real. Nevertheless he wasn't as sure as he continued to think about it. The more he thought about it the less real it seemed; soon he was convinced it was all in his head.

Going into his own room and falling asleep he dreamt of anything but rainbows and puppies. What he had dreamt was far worse than hell itself, worse than when he had to ID the body of his only child and nothing had scared him more than that until now.

Screams flowed down the halls like music notes from a harp bouncing off the empty walls and into his ears piercing every inch of his mind, while he walked through the stone made empty halls looking for something/someone but he didn't know who.

He was walking slowly as though he was afraid to get caught in his own dreamscape. As he walked through the corridors he noticed there were people in small cells. Similar to a prison, but even they were cleaner.

Some were bleeding from deep cuts imbedded in their skin. Some were screaming as blood flowed from the loss of limbs, which were recently sliced from their bodies. A few were in spiked chains and every time they moved the chains would grow tighter around their bodies.

The spikes would imbed themselves deeper into the persons flesh. But the one that shocked him the most, was a young girl around the age of 10 or 11, she was just sitting there not speaking, crying or even blinking.

He stood in front of her cell and crouched down to her height, looking her in the eye he asked. "What's your name child?"

She looked at him like he hadn't been standing there at all "My name is Journey, but people call me Jay. What's yours?" her voice was so soft, almost like the wind, so soft but it traveled to his ears as clear as the air they breathed.

"My name is Henry, why are you here?"

Giving him a confused look she answered. "This is where all the Mudbloods are kept, when we aren't playing."

His stomach churned at what these people had considered 'playing'.

Before he could open his mouth to ask her some more, she asked him something.

"Why are you here? Who are you looking for? Is it your daughter?" For the first time he

looked deeply into her eyes, really looked and he noticed something strange about them, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"How did you know?" she shook her head.

"I just do. That's why I'm here, because I know things I shouldn't." she whispered with a look of fear, that for a brief moment flashed in her young eyes.

'That's it' he thought. Her eyes, they hold knowledge but not just any kind, the kind that hasn't even come to pass, this young girl was a seer.

He looked at her while asking. "Do you know where she is?" hoping to God that she did.

"She is with them."

"Why?" 'Oh god' he thought, fear had pumped its way through his veins. Images entered his mind showing him his daughter screaming and crying while people laughed at her pain.

"She has information and they want it." He opened his mouth but she cut him off. "Come find us, you can do it." She whispered.

She poked her head out of the cell and towards the end of the hall.

He looked to see what she was watching and saw everything was disappearing. He needed to know how to find them before he disappeared as well.

"How do I find you?" he ask quickly

Her answer was something he had not expected. "Look for the phoenix and ask about dragon blood."

"What phoenix." The floor was about to give way.

"The red one." she handed him a red rock from the ground before she faded and then slowly disappeared.

He woke with a jump and fell out of bed, standing up as fast as he could he took a look around. "Just a dream." He said aloud to himself. He looked down at his balled hand, his heart pounding, his eyes widened, as he slowly opened his fist and found…nothing. His hopes fell fast and hard, his insides ached with despair.

Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen he heard something and this time he knew it was real.

"The red phoenix, find us."

He drove his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red stone.

'I'll find you, and Hermione.' He silently promised to the little girl from his dream.

Henry sat at his computer looking through police files. While he may only be a dentist he was also a major 'computer geek' as his late wife had called him. He was able to hack into a number of forbidden files. He had figured that if the body wasn't his Hermione's then another parent/family maybe going through worse not knowing if their child was alive or dead.

Going through missing person's files was a lot harder than he had first thought. There were over 300 kids missing just from this year alone. A few he swore he had seen in his dream, one he noticed was found dead, she was carved into 33 parts. Her fingers and toes were all cleanly cut from the body, her tongue was removed from her mouth and one ear was missing.

They are still looking for the many other parts of her.

Henry couldn't believe that there was someone out there that could do such a thing to a living breathing human being. He shuddered as he thought of this young girl's last moments and felt sick at the thought that they could be doing that to his little girl.

As he continued to read down the list he sighed, this was going to take forever. He was just about to start looking for the red phoenix when he saw a picture that made his heart skip a beat.

Name: Journey April Polson

Missing: 18/6/05

Age: 8

Last seen: Walking towards the school bus, Port St, driver says she didn't get on the bus but he waited for her to show.

Parents: Eve and Tie Polson

Info: calls came in on the 12/5/06 about a young girl fitting her description; officers arrived and confirmed it was Polson. Officers didn't come back and were found tortured and taped to a pole. Girl was gone, however her blood was found at the scene. Case was reopened and will stay open until solved.

Eight that was how old she was, she had been missing for two years. Henry couldn't understand why someone would want to harm a child so young.

'But then again,' he thought 'These aren't people, they're monsters.'

"Eve and Tie Polson" he said aloud. Getting up from his computer he got his keys and walked out the door. "I'll start there."

He had gotten as far as the end of the street when he noticed (to his embarrassment) he didn't know where they lived. It didn't take him long to find their address: 45 Banks Rd.

It was over an hour's drive but he didn't care, on the way he had to stop and ask for directions, twice.

When he had finally arrived he had no idea what he was going to say, but he figured he just talk to them first.

He knocked on their door and a woman answered.

"Yes?"

"I need your help." His voice was filled with seriousness and after hearing it she gave him a confused look.

He sat in their dining room while she made coffee.

She came in and placed the coffee next to him.

"Thank you." he whispered.

She nodded her head. "What branch of the police did you say you came from?"

"Hermione, don't lie like that." said an angry Rose.

"Your mum is right Hermione, lying is wrong, there's a special place in hell for liars" he told her.

Hermione looked scared; he knew she didn't want to go to hell. He also knew it was horrible to say that to a 7 year old, but he wanted to know what she lied about.

"What were you lying about kiddo?" He asked with great curiosity.

"I told the Father that I got one gold star when I got two." Hermione was looking at the floor with great interest. "I didn't want him to think I was a show off." Henry wanted to laugh, but for the sake of his daughter he didn't.

He looked over at his wife who seemed to be sporting a graceful smile. "Sweetie, that's all you did," she asked while hugging Hermione. "I thought it was a big lie."

"Am I going to the special place in hell?" She asked fearfully looking at him.

He couldn't help it, he really couldn't, and he gave a loud laugh and looked at his daughter.

"No, that place is only for really bad lies."

'I'm going to that special place in hell.' He thought with a little humor.

He cleared his throat and looked at the lady sitting across from him. "Missing persons, uh, branch 4." She looked at him with tears welling up in her eyes.

"You found her body?" the tears began to well up in her eyes and Henry mentally punched himself.

"No you're...um… thinking of, uh, branch 2 I'm from follow up." He let out a breath when the tears stopped and she sighed in relief.

He was about to say something when the front door opened and a man came inside, and walked into the dining room where he saw his wife with red teary eyes and a man looking uneasy with his appearance.

Henry watched the man as he looked at his wife and then at him, his eyes hardened and the stare became a glare.

He decided to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm Henry from missing persons, branch 4." He saw the man's shocked face, and swore at himself, knowing he should have said he was from follow up right away instead of giving the man a heart attack. "Branch 4 is the follow up division." The man continued to glare at him, and before Henry knew it there was a gun in his face.

"Branch 4 is not follow up. Tell me who you are or I'll arrest you for impersonating a fellow officer." the man said.

'Oh great he's a cop,' Henry thought 'This really isn't my day.'

"My names Henry Granger, my daughters missing and I think that the people who took your daughter might have mine." He closed his eyes hoping the man wouldn't shot. He felt the gun leave his temple and he opened his eyes to see sad eyes instead of the hard glare that was there seconds ago.

He held out his hand. "I'm Tie and this," He waved his hand at the woman who was looking into her coffee. "Is my wife Eve. Our daughter is dead; her body was found 6 weeks ago we buried her a week later." Tie told him.

Henry felt his world crash around him.

Henry left with hope firing through his mind, body and soul. They didn't believe the child they had buried was in fact their own. They have had nightmares from the moment Journey was taken. Henry had asked something he didn't think he would have asked any other.

He asked if they were wizards and hoped that they didn't call the mental hospital.

They were looking at him like he was all kinds of nuts, and Henry really couldn't blame them, he knew how it sounded.

"What do you mean wizards? Like the stories?" asked a weary Eve.

Henry braced himself for whatever they might say. "Yes something like that. Your daughter, Journey, could she do things? Like move objects or when she got mad did things explode?" something hit him. "Was she able to tell you about things before they happened?" from the looks he was getting, which had change from confused to fear he knew he had them.

"I won't tell anyone, my own child, Hermione is a witch, when she was a child before she was 11 she would make things float and when she threw hissy fit things would break or blow up." He carefully explained.

It was Tie who answered first "She told me where to find a young girl that had been missing for over two days." He looked at a photo of Journey on the wall. "You asked if we were wizards?" Henry could almost feel the curiosity seeping from Tie.

Henry cleared his throat "Yes, I know it seems, well, unbelievable but there is a wizarding world. They stay hidden from everyone else using clocks to keep from Muggles finding out about them."

He noticed a strange look and remembered they didn't know. "Muggles, non-magical people, like you and me. They have a school, a ministry, a dark lord. You know the normal things." He could have laughed from the odd looks remembering the time when he was told the same things, well they left out the whole evil wizard trying to take over the word and kill people like his daughter.

Eve who seemed to be the most confused asked Henry about the dark lord.

"Well, his followers call him Lord Voldemort; Hermione had told me that he was the reason for a lot of the killings from around 20/25 years ago and even more recently these last 3 years. I'm also taking a guess and saying that it was his followers that had killed those officers from the last time people had seen Journey."

"17 years ago a baby was born, Hermione's best friend Harry Potter, his mother and father were killed by Lord Voldemort. His mother had sacrificed herself for him. And in doing so when he tried to kill Harry it had backfired and people believed him dead. However, a few years ago he came back and is now waging a war on the world."

He looked them in the eye and his voice had no room for jokes and everything about him now screamed serious.

"Not just the wizarding world, but our world as well. He is the reason that the death toll has gone up, my daughter was a part of that war and I have reasons to believe she holds information that he needs to take over completely."

Taking a few deep breaths and calming himself down, he put on a small smile and asked them. "Why didn't you think the body was you daughter?"

Both looked shocked at the information they had just been given.

Tie was the first to gather his wits. "She had a small scar on her knee. It wasn't there when they found her.

"I think I understand. Hermione was talking about something that could change you. Polyjuice I think she called it. Hermione said it turned you into any person if you have some of their DNA, a hair I think"

Henry got into his car and started up the engine, pulled out of the dive way and was about to drive off when Tie came running out.

"My aunt Stella," he said looking into to Henry's eyes. "I think she might be a witch." After giving Henry the address he left to go back inside and Henry drove off to meet this witch who may be able to help.

'Daddy's coming kiddo, daddy's coming.' He thought.