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A/N: I lied. Part of this chapter will be in James's P.O.V., part in Hermione's, and the part in Harry's. You'll understand as you read.

NARRATOR

The next day Harry, Ginny, and the the Weasley save Bill and Fluer, and Charlie were moved to Number four Privet Drive. (The dursley's were placed in a safe house at the end of the previous summer.) They were moved before Hermione got up that day and without telling her where. Right now, James had been back from doing his part of the spell for two hours, and was sitting in the Gryiffindor common room with a nervous Hermione. They were both waiting for the call that they were sure would come.

JAMES'S P.O.V.

"Are you alright?" James asked Hermione who was staring intently into the fire.

"Other than the fact that I have no idea where my boyfriend or best friends are. Or if I'm gonna live to see tomorrow. I'm doing great." Hermione answered sarcastically.

"I'll be with you. I won't let him hurt you." James tried to convince her.

"What if he takes me some where you can't go?" she said.

"Hermione, I've from seventeen years in the future." James replied. "I've learned how to magically track magical movements."

"What if he's ready for that?" Hermione answered.

"How can he?" James countered.

"Okay, you win." she smiled.

"I promise everything will be fine."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I came here to stop this from happening and it is exactly what I'm gonna do."

"But even if you save us now, how can you be sure we'll all live to see a bright new future."

"Have you ever heard of the author Alexandre Dumas?"

Hermione nodded.

"Have you read The Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Yes, but you're avoiding my question."

"No, I'm not. Do you remember at the end, with Dantes's letter to Maximilian Morrel and Valentine Villefort, he says "All human wisdom is contained in the words: Wait and Hope."

"So what you're saying is we have to do the best we can to fix this and hope it works." Hermione clarified.

"Yes, because I'll never know what is in store for you guys when this is over, but I just have to hope it'll work out."

He noticed Hermione flinch but before he could ask she said,

"As much as I would like to carry on this conversation, it's show time."

She got up from the couch and headed toward the portrait hole. James threw on the cloak and followed her.

HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

When she arrived in the dungeons, her heart pounding in her chest, she was, as always, pulled into the first classroom, by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Let go of me!" she yelled as they pinned her to the wall. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Well, you never know." Malfoy suddenly appeared in the doorway. "It appears you weren't lying about the Weaslette. It seems, though, I have one small problem, I'm uable to locate her, Potter, or her family. Would you know anything about that?"

He was slowly getting closer to her and she didn't like it.

"N-n-n-no." she stuttered.

"See I find it hard to believe you. There isn't anyone else I can think of whom they would trust with their lives." he responded.

He was right on top of her, his eyes boring into hers. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, but when she did, she put her mental blocks up so hard, Malfoy had to step back.

"Stupid, bitch!" he yelled and backhanded her.

"What did you think just because Harry couldn't master Occlumency, that his friends couldn't, either?" she said with a slightly cocky smile.

"Who taught you?" he asked still seething.

"I taught myself. It wasn't that hard." she stated.

"Believe me, you'll regret it." he said feeling around in his pockets for something.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked scared to death.

"I told you last night, you would be mine whether or not, you were lying to me." he said finally pulling out a gold pocket watch. "Now, you will be."

He grabbed the arm Goyle was holding and forced her to touch the watch. Both, Crabbe and Goyle released her as she felt the pull of her navel.

Don't let us down, James. She thought as they landed on solid ground.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked trembling.

"We are in the dungeons of Malfoy manor." Malfoy replied.

Hermione looked around and found a line of cells, each equipped with their own set of torturing devices.

"Now, I know you know where they are." he whispered, kissing her neck. "So you can either tell me or I can force it out of you."

"I told you, I don't know." she said again scared to death of what he might do.

"Maybe this will help you remember. Crucio!" he yelled.

The pain he every nerve in her body. She couldn't even find her voice to scream, she just wanted it to end. Finally, after a minute that felt like hours, he lifted the spell. She felt pain shoot through her head, as Malfoy grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him.

"Where are they?" he yelled in her ear.

"I don't know." she panted.

"This is gonna get boring real fast." Malfoy said shoving her head back to the ground. "Tell you what, you give me the answer I want to hear and I'll let our baby live."

"Well, in order for you to kill the baby, you'll have to kill me." Hermione said moving to sit up.

"And why is that?" he asked attempting to kick her in the stomach.

A kind of transparent force field appeared around her stomach and knocked Malfoy on his arse.

"I took a potion which will prevent the harm of my child unless I die."

"Damn you!" he yelled, stood up, and kick her in her face instead.

His foot hit her head with such a that she fell backwards into the wall. She had to fight to stay concious. Where was James?

Suddenly, Malfoy had pulled her up by her hair and was standing behind her with a dagger against her throat.

"Then, I guess I'll just have to do what I have to do?" he whispered. "One last time, where are Potter and the Weasleys?"

"I don't know." Hermione cried.

"Dude, she really doesn't know." James's voice came out of nowhere. "But I do."

Then he was standing in front of them.

"And why would they trust you? They've only known you for a week." Malfoy said.

"Some bonds are easy to form. Now, let her go and come get what you want." James said.

Malfoy shoved Hermione to the floor and she crawled to James. He shoved something in her hand.

"Apparate there!" he told her.

She opened up the parchment and read to herself, Number four Privet Drive. It was then that she realized how much he got from his father. She concentrated and on the place and suddenly felt like she was suffocating.

JAMES'S P.O.V.

It had been harder to track Malfoy's portkey than James thought it would be. When he finally did, he had gotten there just in time to save Hermione. Now, that she was gone, he had to face the man, who had made his Anni's life a living hell. He would triumph, for her.

"So, Malfoy, what are you wanting for?" he said. "Come and get what you want?"

"Before we do this, I'm curious about a few things." Malfoy replied.

"Like what?" James asked.

"Like how do you know I brought her here? How did you know I what I was doing to her in the first place? And What I've done to deserve your hate?" Malfoy asked.

"Oh, what the hell, it's not gonna matter in awhile anyway." James answered. "I'm from seventeen years in the future. I found you using tracking magic I learned in my fifth year. I knew you were doing this to Hermione because your daughter is my girlfriend and she told me. And you deserve my hate because after you killed my father and the rest of my family, you forced Hermione to marry you and become an abusive husband and father. Anything else, you wish to ask?"

"How did you get back here?" Malfoy questioned.

"That is my own business." James replied. "Now, are you gonna try to force me to tell you or are we just wasting eachothers time?"

"Oh, I don't think I need you to find them?" Malfoy said.

"And why not?"

"Because if I know the way the mudblood thinks, you just sent their real Secret-Keeper away. Am I right?"

"I guess you'll never know?"

"Okay, why don't I just kill you know and wait for someone else to screw up? I do have nine months, after all." Malfoy smirked.

With that he threw the dagger accross the room. James let out a small gasp as it hit him in the stomach and he fell to his knees. He saw Malfoy's blurred figure standing over him.

"It's just too bad you did all that time travel for nothing." Malfoy smirked.

"Not for nothing." James said.

He pulled the dagger out of his stomach, reached up and rammed it into Malfoy's with all the force he could muster. Malfoy gasped and fell to his knees, the blood soaking his clothes. James laid they basking in his triumph, he had succeeded in his mission. It didn't matter that he was slowly bleeding to death. All the matter was Malfoy was right next to him, doing the same thing. He had won and with that last thought his world faded tp black.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Hermione had arrived inside the living room of Privet Drive at eleven thirty that night and passed out immediately. It was now ten minutes until midnight and she was still out. Harry was worry about her condition but also about what was happening to his son. He had no idea what he and Malfoy were doing at that moment. He wanted so bad to find James and help him but knew it wouldn't be safe for, at least another ten minutes. He prayed James would last that long.

Ron had barely left Hermione's side.

"She'll be alright." Harry heard Ginny telling Ron. "James will too."

"How can you be sure?" Harry asked.

"Because he's your son." Ginny said and cupped Harry's face in her hands.

Hermione's groaning ruined the romantic moment. She opened her eyes and attempted to sit up.

"No, lay down." Ron said as Harry and Ginny went to her.

"Where's James?" Hermione asked.

"He hasn't come back, yet." Ginny answered.

"I'm gonna get you some water." Ron said. "And tell mom, you're awake." He brushed his lips against hers.

"Thanks." she stated. "And what do mean he's not back, yet? What if..." she trailed off.

"We'll go to him after midnight. If he still hasn't come back yet." Ginny said.

Harry could tell she was trying to keep smiling for everyone else. Ron came back with a glass of water.

"I'm sorry." he said to Hermione. "She is insisting that she make you something to eat."

Hermione just nodded and took the water.

"Now, where did you come from?" Harry asked.

"Malfoy manor." Hermione stated.

"Then that's where will go in five minutes." Harry stated.

The five minutes passed in silence and as soon as the clock finished striking midnight, the four apparated back to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. When they arrived the met a grisly sight.

Both, James and Malfoy, were lying in pools of blood. Hermione and Ginny buried their faces in Ron's and Harry's shoulder. Harry could feel Ginny's tears leaking on to his shirt as he let ou t a broken sob himself. Ginny had been right about one thing, James was Harry's son, he was willing to do to save the ones he loved.

Now, Harry had another reason to want Voldemort dead. He had stolen Harry's son, the bravest Gryffindor Harry had ever met.