A/N: Sorry for the enormously long wait. I feel rather guilty but I didn't have a good idea of how I wanted to word this chapter till well last week and then I had Senior Essay which is not a picnic let me tell you. But thank you for bearing with me. I love all the reviews and responses I get for this story it still blows my mind. I love you all!

The next Hogsmeade weekend found Harry, Remus, Hermione, and Draco walking down a very creepy dirt road. The trees were gnarled and hung over the road limply the foliage obscuring all light from the sun. Strange plants lined the roads sending off interesting smells. Harry was leaning heavily against Remus just taking in the scenery. Remus had his arm around Harry's waist keeping him close. Draco and Hermione were walking ahead, discussing something quietly with one another. Occasionally one would point something out and they'd be off on another heated discussion.

"So how did you manage to get Dumbledore's permission," Remus asked casually.

Harry snorted. "It wasn't that hard."

"Humour me."

"I said please."

Remus laughed uproariously and shook his head. "For some reason I don't believe you."

Harry shrugged, grinning. "Not my problem that you don't trust me."

"Trusting and believing something that was quite obviously a lie is two completely different things, Harry."

The youth had the audacity to laugh. "Fine, I'll tell. I blackmailed him."

Remus blinked and paused mid-step before seemingly regaining control of him self and fell back in step with Harry. "With what?"

Harry smirked. "Not my place to say. Although by the way he reacted I rather say it gave him quite a bit of shock that I knew about it."

"Careful Harry, your Slytherin side is showing," Remus teased. Harry had told him the story of his sorting a few weeks ago. And it was times like these when he wondered if Harry wouldn't have been better off in Slytherin after all.

Harry brought his hand to his mouth in mock contrition. And then frantically pretended to search for it. "Where is it?" he spun around in a circle. "Quick Remy help me cover it up!"

Remus grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him flush against him. "It's right here," he growled, amber eyes scintillating with mirth, but it was the undercurrent of desire that threw Harry off. Thus he was unprepared when Remus' lips suddenly descended upon his own possessively. Harry gasped, his free hand reached up behind his lovers head and twined in the longish mane.

"Do they have any sense of propriety?" Draco scoffed. Hermione hit him lightly on the arm in a silent reprimand. She had been silently observing them all morning and actually was quite enjoying the constant banter between the two. When they had thought no one had been watching one would grab the other for a quick kiss. Hermione found it rather sweet, if not a bit overly
affectionate. And if she wasn't mistaken most of the affection was directed towards Remus from Harry.

"They don't need to," she answered, linking her arm through the blondes.

"Oh don't they?" He teased, grinning at her.

Hermione huffed, sticking her nose in the air. "Some people would find it sweet."

"Not all people," Draco noted sadly.

Hermione sighed, glancing back over her shoulder to see if Remus and Harry had ended their little tryst. Draco followed her line of vision and grinned.

"I thought you said they were cute," he smirked.

She bristled, squaring her shoulders. "They are cute." She glanced at them again. "They're just dallying and it bothers me."

"Bothers or annoys?"

Hermione flushed, "Annoys," she muttered.

Draco smiled broadly, but it quickly vanished as they neared the end of the road. There, at the end, was a wrought iron gate. Hermione bit her lip as she placed her hand against the padlock keeping it locked. Looking up, she noticed two cherub angels staring down at her.

"What's going on?" Harry asked coming up behind them. He gazed between his two friends suspiciously.

"It's locked Potter."

Harry glared at the blonde. "I can see that, Malfoy." He pulled out his wand and tapped the padlock. He watched it dissolve with a satisfied smirk. "Ladies first." He bowed exaggeratedly to Hermione.

Hermione grinned, stepping around the raven-haired young man and onto the stone path. "And they say chivalry is dead."

"It i-OW!" Harry yelped, falling onto his knees. His vision blurred from the tears crowding his eyes. The back of his neck stung like hell. He felt for something sticking into the back of his neck and found nothing. Then came the pain. It rippled through his body, radiating from his chest outward like a thousand angry wasps stinging his insides. He coughed harshly, falling fully onto the ground. It was everywhere. He could feel it eating at his insides. "Get it OUT OF ME!" he screamed scratching at his arms and torso, drawing thin lines of blood that were visible through his white cotton shirt. He bit his lip to keep in the cries of torture. It hurt so damn much.

Harry's body thrashed wildly on the dirt, making it impossible to get near him. Hermione and Draco made a futile attempt to get closer, but that resulted in kicked shins. Remus seemed frozen in place. But Harry was seeing none of this; the pain had seemed to reach a boiling point in his abdomen. He couldn't stand it any longer, bottom lip swollen and bloody, he opened his mouth and let out an unearthly scream, clutching at his stomach, ripping at it, as his whole body arched off the ground. Ripped in two, he was being ripped in two right through the abdomen.

Draco couldn't take the pained screaming any longer, he didn't consider himself brave but he had to get close to Harry to get them back to the school. But, before he could even get near again Harry vanished. Draco stumbled backwards, blinking furiously. Hermione collapsed to the ground behind him, sobbing.

And Remus, Draco turned to look at the older man in concern and was shocked to see him lying on the ground. Draco frowned as he kneeled beside the listless man, the man's amber eyes staring blankly into nothingness, one scarred hand rested gently on his stomach. Draco snapped his fingers in front of Remus' eyes trying to get a reaction, but one wasn't forth coming.

"Hermione, stop!" He commanded harshly. The frizzy haired brunette automatically did as she was told. Her tear stained face staring at Draco as if she had never seen him before. He curled a finger at her, demanding her to come to him.

On autopilot she crawled to Draco's side awaiting further instruction. Draco sighed. He hated feeling helpless and that was what they were at the moment, completely and totally helpless. Draco Malfoy prided himself on many things, figuring out what to do in stressful situations was not one of them. That was Hermione's field, but seeing that Hermione was temporarily shell shocked, he was stuck. He sighed again gazing up at the looming mansion before them. Sirius was in there, somewhere, waiting for them to show up. Draco chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. He had two choices at the moment and neither of them looked pretty. He could either stay here and wait to see if help will come or, and boy did he dislike this or, he could go up to the mansion and find Black leaving Hermione and Remus out in the open. He still didn't know who or what had been done with Harry or if the attacker or attackers were still around idly waiting for something to happen.

His grey-blue eyes shrewdly surveyed the surrounding area, looking for any immediate danger. He was defenseless if there was more than one person out there. He could duel one on one with any witch or wizard, but he couldn't take on more. There was nobody as far as he could see. It seemed the attacker had gotten what he had wanted and had left. But who would know exactly where Harry was. This trip was planned in total secrecy. Draco himself had not known about it till that morning and look where it had gotten him.

He growled in frustration, fishing around in his pocket for the empty chocolate frog box. He grinned triumphantly, holding the piece of trash in front of him. Without hesitating he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the box. With a whispered spell, he forced the empty box in Hermione's hand and placed the hand with the box in Remus' hand and with another spell they both disappeared.

Draco stood up, brushing the dirt off his black trousers. He didn't want to think about the consequences of his actions. He just made an unauthorized portkey, a criminal offence.

"Malfoy!" Draco spun around in fear, but it was quickly replaced with relief as he saw Black loping down the stone path leading from the mansion. As Black drew near Draco let out a loud sigh, feeling tired and strangely safe. The older man came to a halt right in front of him. Draco slowly raised his head locking weary grey eyes with concerned blue. "Where is Harry?"

Draco lowered his eyes and kicked at a loose stone sending it skipping into the woods. "Gone," he finally said, still not looking at the older man.

"What do you mean gone?" Sirius grabbed Draco's shoulder, "Gone where?"

Draco shook his head eventually, he light headed and now that the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off he had become exhaustions mistress. "I don't know," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled forward into a fatherly embrace.


Harry woke up disoriented. It was too dark to be afternoon, but something told him that he hadn't been unconscious that long. The stale scent of sweat, blood, and fear clung heavily to the air making it hard to breathe. He struggled to sit up, but his stomach strongly protested this movement, he turned over and threw up on the hard, wet concrete. He moaned in pain, closing his eyes willing himself away.

"He should be awake by now. That dosage only knocks you out for a few hours. "

Harry heard a loud clank and the grating sound of metal sliding across the floor, before the noise stopped. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to know who was his captures and he certainly had no intention of finding out what they wanted with him. He remained perfectly still as he heard the distinct tap of high heels cross the floor towards him, there was a good chance that she, he assumed it was a she, might not have seen his rather gruesome reemergence into the land of the living.

He heard a soft chuckle definitively female, "You know," she said conversationally, "I saw you wake up. Just be glad Rob didn't."

Harry made a huge show of opening his eyes and when he finally did a very pretty brunette greeted him with a smile. He didn't return it. Her smile dropped off her face and she opened up the folder she had in her hands. Harry watched all this with a type of cautious distress. The young woman seemed nice enough. She was wearing a nice deep blue robe over a pair of nice slacks and a black blouse. He noted the white badge on her chest signifying her healer status, what he didn't get is why she was holding him hostage. Obviously she wasn't after his money and from all appearances she just realized who he was.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice rough.

She smiled slightly, a light blush appearing high on her cheekbones. "I'm so sorry, my names Jennifer."

All right, Harry thought, still trying to get an accurate reading of this woman, she seemed nice enough. But nice wasn't what he was looking for. Dumbledore was nice that didn't make him a good person. He studied her every movement and noticed she kept staring at the exit and then at the far corner. She must have noticed the intensity of his gaze because she soundlessly cast a silencing charm around them. Harry was on edge. With the silencing bubble around them there was no way for him to call for help. Although the more he thought this the more he realized even if he could the attempt would be futile.

"Mr. Potter, I know you're scared and you have a right to be. As a matter of fact I completely understand that you don't trust me," she pretended to write something down nodding decisively. The actions confused more then soothed Harry. "Do you know why you're here?"

He shook his head. No. He really had no idea what he had done to warrant such treatment. He couldn't sense any dark magic around him. The atmosphere wasn't sinister it was frightened.

"You are with child Mr. Potter, a werewolf's child to be precise," Jennifer said analytically as if this was an everyday occurrence. "If you really need further information, it is Remus J. Lupin's child."

Harry spluttered, momentarily forgetting he couldn't get up without considerable pain. And when the pain hit it momentarily made him black out. When he came to again, he saw Jennifer leaning over him worry very evident in her bright blue eyes.

"Are you all right?" she asked, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. "It's just…most people who are here already knew about their pregnancy and were half expecting this."

Harry nodded slowly. "But why would they be expecting this sort of treatment."

Jennifer held his head down, to keep him still. "You must hold still I'll explain everything after. If I don't get the time to I'll write, but Mr. Potter, Harry, may I call you Harry?"

"Sure," he said uncertainly, not liking the fact that she was restraining him.

"I'm so sorry about this," Jennifer apologized sincerely, "but I have to make this look as believable as possible. Do you have something in your pockets? Anything will do."

He looked at the brunette like she was insane but slowly reached into his pocket. He felt a candy wrapper and moved to pull it out, but before he could Jennifer was restraining his hand.

"Don't," she said, buckling the restraint as Harry twisted a bit playing along. Although, he wasn't sure why he had to. Jennifer shot him a faintly amused look, before finishing off his feet. Surreptitiously, she reached in his pocket and pulled out the candy wrapper, making it look like she was checking the restraints one last time. "I'm going to have to give you the anesthesia, it'll hurt like hell for a few moments before your stomach goes numb.

Harry gulped, his body tensing in fearful anticipation. He wasn't a stranger to pain especially not today, but he still didn't think he was going to enjoy the experience. He looked at the rather large needle in the young woman's hands and briefly muddled over the fact that most things expect perhaps the silencing charm had all been muggle.

"Sorry," she said again, sticking it in his stomach carefully. She had been right; Harry felt the potion whiz through his body setting his veins a flame. It hurt, his body arched off the bed the restraints holding him in place. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to Harry, the pain began to recede leaving him feeling pleasantly tingly.

He stared up at Jennifer as she lifted her wand pointing it at Harry's stomach. "I'm going to use a minor cutting hex to draw some blood," she explained, a split second before sending the cutting hex his way. He couldn't feel it's affects but he certainly could see them. A steady trickle of blood was welling up over his stomach.

Harry couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw Jennifer turn and nod towards the far off wall. "Why do you keep doing that?" he asked, distracting him from the bloody mess he was becoming.

"There's a camera watching everything I'm doing," she told him, turning around to face him again, blocking his midsection from view of the camera she set the crinkled candy wrapper on top of his stomach and in a soft quaky voice said a spell. Harry looked at his stomach in horror as the candy wrapper turned into a bloody fetus. It's flesh had a blue hue to it indicating a lack of oxygen and it smelled horrible. The fetus was just too life like; even knowing that it had once been a candy wrapper couldn't settle him. Turning his head to the side, for that was all he could, raven-hair glued to his forehead by sweat, he vomited up stomach fluid and air. When the dry heaves stopped, he began to cry. Tears fell thick and heavy down his cheeks.

A glass was forced into his hand and he realized he'd been released from the restraints sometime since he had started throwing up, and she had removed the dead fetus. He heard Jennifer say the cleansing charm over him and immediately felt less grimy but the gruesome image of the dead child still hung in front of his eyes as if someone was dangling it in front of him, teasing him. Trembling still, he brought the glass to his lips and sighed as cold water trickled down his throat.

Jennifer sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed, gently she ran her hand down his back. "Harry, I hope you can forgive me."

Harry forced himself to look at her, not really ready to face the woman who had however good her original intentions had been scarred him. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice cracking.

She hung her head in quiet resignation. "I'm sure you have more questions," she whispered, biting her lip waiting for his reaction.

He nodded, "Where am I?"

"The ministry," she replied, sounding a bit bitter about it.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, "The ministry? Why?"

"There have been a few new laws passed in the past few weeks. Surely you have read about it in the Daily Prophet?"

He shook his head, "No, why would they take innocent people off the street and do this?"

She shrugged, pushing her brown hair over her shoulder. "I don't know. One day Fudge just came into our offices saying there was to be new werewolf legislation and that was that."

"How long have you been doing this?" he asked, feeling anger slowly building within, but there were a few things he needed to know first.

"About a week," she responded, true disgust with herself showing through her crystal clear blue eyes. "You're the third person I've seen. And I can only hope you are the last."

He nodded, feeling satisfied with that answer, despite the fact that it meant three other people had been ripped from their peaceful lives to go through this. "Are you the only one doing this?"

"No there's about five of us total. As far as I know though, I'm the only one opposed to this and the only one who won't take the child from the parent."

"What is your last name?" he asked, wanting to get as much information about her as he could before she had to send him back.

She seemed surprised by the question, but she did answer. "O'May."

"That's not a pureblood name," he commented. It didn't really surprise him, but in a way it did.

Jennifer shook her head, "No it's not. My grandmother on my father's side was a witch. I'm muggleborn."

He nodded thoughtfully. His head ached and he felt tired. Now that the immediate danger was over he just wanted to sleep. But there was something niggling at the back of his head. Quite unexplainably he felt like he wanted to cry out in anguish, but the pain wasn't his own. Or maybe it was. The anesthetic was wearing off and it felt like someone was pulling hard on his innards, twisting them, attempting to pull them out.

"You must get going, before they get suspicious," Jennifer said, sounding urgent, but Harry only dimly heard her as pain engulfed his midsection. He screamed out in agony even as he felt a portkey activate, hooking beneath his navel and pulling him away.

A/N: Well then, I honestly have no idea where that came from. Did you like it? I hope you did, because that was quite possibly the most angst ridden/adventure-y thing I have ever written.

Next chapter: Harry figures out why after the anesthetic wore off he was in so much agony and before you say it was because of the cut it wasn't. It was healed over, but Harry was a bit out of it at the end there to notice something like that. Also Remus' reaction to the little bundle of joy Harry is carrying and they finally come clean about their relationship to certain people.