After killing two more of the two-headed creatures, Harry found the entrance to the Tunnel of Love. A large sign with two swan necks forming the shape of a heart loomed over the building, though whatever else it said was lost in the fog. Harry was willing to bet it was something as lovey-dovey and over-the-top as Madam Puddifoot's, and was pretty certain that Teddy wouldn't have ventured into a place like this. He called through the locked gate just in case but of course there was no answer. He couldn't even get through to the roller coaster and hoped that Teddy wouldn't have been able to either; with all the rides presumably not working he didn't like the thought of the six-year-old attempting to climb onto the rails. Teddy was smarter than that, though. He hoped.

There were two little stands on the other side of the entrance to the Tunnel of Love. The first one was called Flamin' Hot Dogs, and there was another letter that had been placed under the cash register.

Milly,

It's not just you, I've been looking everywhere too. We must've missed each other at the bathrooms, though, I ended up checking the girls' section as well so we can TOTALLY trade stories on weird looks later.

I know you'd be getting really worried so I started asking random people if they'd seen her, and someone did mention seeing someone that matched her description heading into the Tunnel of Love on her own, which we both know is bullshit but I'm gonna check it out anyway. Plan is really to just wait by the entrance till she gets out, if she's there. (People come in AND out of there, right? And yes, I am aware that that's what she said.)

If you want to meet there and help me search, that's fine (No, this is NOT a way to rope you into going into that ride with me, I'm as much of a fan of the idea as you are) but I'm thinking maybe you should stay at the Great Wheel in case she DOES think we'd still be on it somehow.

By the way, no, I don't think you're just paranoid. We all came here today to celebrate HER, because SHE wanted to go before the procedure. You're absolutely right that it makes no sense for her to ditch us like this. Just hang in there, though, we'll find Henrietta and I PROMISE we'll get through this.

Kisses,

Scott

It could be completely innocent. It could be that Scott was seeing Henrietta behind Milly's back, causing her to worry unnecessarily about her sister's safety. But somehow that just didn't add up. Harry almost seriously wanted to investigate further but he knew he had to keep moving.

Cinderella Candy was the next little kiosk, and there were more boxes of handgun ammunition sitting next to the cash register. Harry couldn't help but wonder why all of this ammunition was lying around like this, and at a candy shop of all places. He knew that America was all about gun ownership, but selling guns and ammunition at a children's amusement park? That seemed a little much, even from what he had heard. At the same time, with all the monsters wondering about the place and his own lacking of a wand, Harry couldn't help but be grateful for whoever had done this.

Also at the candy stand was a little box full of tiny pieces of candy in a shape that Harry recognized as being Robbie the Rabbit. Harry had gotten a much bigger stuffed animal version of it for Teddy a few months previously, and he remembered that Teddy had wanted to name it Babbity instead of Robbie. Harry had pointed out that Babbity was a girl's name and that Robbie was a boy rabbit, but Teddy didn't care.

"Aunt Ginny and even Victoire wear boys' clothes all the time," he'd protested, pointing at the rabbit's overalls. "And that rabbit's pink anyway, that's the color Aunt Fleur's always trying to get Victoire to wear."

"But someone's already named it Robbie," Harry had argued, though he'd been grinning.

"That name's boring," Teddy had whined. "They're all named Robbie anyway, this one's mine and I wanna name it Babbity Rabbity."

"Your mummy would've been proud of your originality," said Harry softly.

"What's original-ty mean?" asked Teddy, his face lighting up at the mention of his mother.

"It means there's probably only one rabbit like this in the whole wide world with the name Babbity, and that makes it special," Harry had explained. "Just like how there's only one Teddy Lupin, and that makes him special too." He then picked Teddy up and spun him around in the air, smiling as his godson's laughter had filled his ears.

Harry smiled to himself and put the candy back. He then sighed heavily and looked around at the fog again. He would find Teddy. This amusement park was really his only lead, no matter how flimsy it was. He had to be here.

He had to.

Continuing through, Harry came across the tea cup ride, the gates of which were locked and too high to vault over. Near a place that was weirdly named Crystal's Dreamy if Harry was interpreting the writing correctly, there were two other two-headed monsters and a grim that appeared to be guarding the entrance. Harry's sledgehammer took out the grim and one of the two-headers before they could swipe at him, though he had to duck the second one's swipe before he was able to raise the hammer again. Smashing all five heads for good measure, Harry tried the door to the place they were guarding. It swung open easily.

It looked to be a room full of mirrors, mostly of the kind that made people look larger and smaller all shoved together in one tiny room, creating an incredibly eerie effect. There was one other two-header hiding in the corner; Harry lunged at it and ended up smashing through one of the normal mirrors. Spinning around quickly, Harry yelled out as the real monster cut his arm with a knife. Harry managed to subdue it for real and stepped back, panting and glancing around for any more reflections of monsters. Thankfully, there were none and the radio was silent once more in any case.

Harry glanced down at his latest cut. It wasn't that bad so he let it be for the moment. Looking around more carefully, he was saddened to see that there weren't any reflections of small children anywhere around him either. He caught himself staring at his own reflection within a mirror that was attached to the back wall. It had a gilded frame and the shape of it reminded him sharply of the Mirror of Erised. Only this mirror was showing him weary and bloodstained and holding a butcher's knife that was slowly dripping with blood. If this mirror truly was that mirror, he would've seen himself next to his godson and out of harm's way at the very least, that much he knew…

He stared at the reflection again, then looked down at what was in his hands. He was holding a bloody sledgehammer. The reflection was holding a bloody knife.

He looked up in fright to see his reflection's face contort into a horrifying expression of pure fury, eyes flashing red as he raised the knife and smashed the glass in front of him. The real Harry flung up his arms to protect his face as the glass shattered around him. Shaking off the glass and relieved that he'd escaped with only a few small scratches, he raised the sledgehammer and prepared himself for some kind of encounter with what he'd seen in the mirror.

Except there was no mirror any longer, nor was there some darker version of Harry anywhere to be seen. Through the remaining fragments of broken glass, Harry was able to see through a smaller, closet-like room that the mirror had been hiding. Taking his torch out of his pocket, Harry gingerly stepped through.

There was nothing in it apart from a few cobwebs on the ceiling and a large clump of blankets in one corner. Taking a closer look, the pile of blankets seemed to be rising up and down slowly, as if there was a sleeping figure underneath it. It was too big to be Teddy, that much was sure, though Harry put the sledgehammer away and took out the handgun just in case.

"Hello?" he called out tentatively. There was no response. "Hello?" he said a bit louder, with the same results. Slowly, Harry reached out and tapped the figure on the shoulder.

The entire pile of blankets collapsed and several bones rolled out from beneath them.

Shuddering, Harry sank to his knees for a closer look. He could tell that they were human bones, that much was obvious, and they had clearly been picked clean by something. One of the bones that looked like it had been a femur had a piece of metal jammed into it. On closer inspection, Harry saw that it was a key, and he swiftly pried it out of the bone. This one didn't have a label on it, but with any luck this was the key that would operate the controls of the Ferris Wheel.

Heading back out, Harry took one last look around before heading back to the fake castle. Apart from a couple more two-headed monsters that really weren't as hard to fight as Harry first though once he'd gotten used to them and the sledgehammer, and several broken-down video game arcade machines, there was nothing else of interest, so Harry headed back through the castle, ignoring the woman's sobs for the moment, and into the building that housed the controls for the Ferris Wheel. It took a couple of tries for him to figure out the controls, but soon he was able to have the ride turning slowly and have it stop when he wanted it to. He made it go anti-clockwise at first, but the woman's sobs were growing fainter, so he made it go the other way. Stopping at what he thought was a decent place, he exited the building and took a closer look at the ride. There were no figures in any of the cars that he could see, and calling out to see if anyone was there yielded no results. He crept closer to the first available carriage and could see two boxes of handgun ammunition, two boxes of shotgun ammunition, a Health Drink, and an ampoule, which he snatched up immediately. He went back in, started the ride again, and immediately stopped it so he could check the next carriage, the sobbing now louder than ever. There was nothing but a dark stain on the seat, so he quickly moved on to the next one.

As soon as the ride grinded to a halt once more, the crying sound stopped. Harry quickly ran out and took a look at the latest carriage. There was still no one to be found, but there was a small piece of paper trapped under a small, clear bottle on the floor. Picking up the bottle, Harry saw that it was actually a small, thin vial with a stopper in it, curiously labeled "tears" in fancy writing. He picked up the piece of paper next, and turning it over he realized it was a wizarding photograph of two young women and a young man. The women looked like they could be sisters and one had several bite marks and scratches all over her bare arms. Her sister and the man both had their arms around her and they were all smiling brightly and waving at the camera, and every once in a while the woman in the middle ducked so the other two could kiss and she could make faces at them. He wondered if they were Scott and Milly with their arms around Henrietta, and he wondered what had happened. Flipping over the photo again to see if he could find a date, Harry noticed writing on it that he hadn't seen before.

It simply said "Failure."

As soon as he read it, Harry's scar exploded with pain and he shouted out, dropping to his knees as he clutched his forehead, the photo and the vial slipping from his hands. It seemed like it took ages for the pain to subside, and when he looked around again he was dismayed to see that everything was pitch black again, though at least the fog was gone. The entire tiled floor of the park had been replaced with metal grating. He angled his torch and shouted again when he saw that the Ferris Wheel was now rusty and falling apart, with what looked like claw marks ripping straight through the metal in parts, not to mention that the entire ride was leaning to the side at a very precarious angle. Harry quickly backed away and into the castle, startled at how loud his footsteps suddenly were, wary of attracting the attention of more monsters but not trusting the ride to hold together for very much longer.

Back inside, he received another shock at how much things had changed. The statues of the children dancing in a circle were suddenly all frozen in positions of horror, clinging together and trying to hide behind one another up against the wall with their hands thrown over their faces. The Acromantula was missing over half its legs and had fallen over, the snake was sliced into many different pieces, and the wolf was on its side with its insides strewn about beside it. Harry thought they removed the organs when the animals were stuffed, but apparently not in this case. Nothing much had changed about the clown except that its head had moved to face him; it was almost like it was staring directly at him.

Absolutely nothing had changed about the knight, but the sign beside it had changed dramatically. The dedication that had been bolted to the bottom was now hanging by a single bolt, and the space where it had been now showed three small holes of various shapes. One of the passages from the Fountain of Fair Fortune had been scratched out with what looked like a nail, and carved beneath it was a new message:

Pay me the proof of your life.

Taking her wand, Amata slashed it across her wrist and her crimson blood flowed into the river.

Harry shuddered. He suddenly longed for his assured solitude again; he did not like the new feeling that he wasn't alone in this place any longer. Someone had clearly messed up the exhibits while he was busy with the Ferris Wheel. Someone was playing some kind of sick game with him.

That someone probably had Teddy, and was trying to stop Harry from getting to him.

Harry pulled out his sledgehammer and walked to the entrance. The clown's head turned to follow him. He swung it with all his might and the clown's head came clean off, shattering against the wall in a thousand tiny porcelain pieces. Harry swung again and brought the rest of it down easily, making sure there was nothing left. His scar twinged again as he looked up at the sign of the Deathly Hallows carved into the wall but he barely paid it any mind this time.

With luck, whoever was doing this would get the message if they came back in there again.