I watched Alexander intensely, waiting for him to wake up. I didn't move a muscle; in fact, I wasn't sure I could. My muscles ached horribly and I could feel bruises blossoming all over my body. I gritted my teeth against the pain, trying to forget how much pain crippled me more than others. But I would be awake and I would reassure Alexander when he awoke.
I wasn't sure how long I sat there. A minute? An hour? A day? Time seemed to melt away as me eyes glazed over watching Alexander. At some point, I didn't even see him, so focused was my mind on other things.
How long had it been since we were kidnapped? Who kidnapped us? Were there people looking for us, would they find us? What did these people want? What did they know?
And the most important of all questions. What would happen to us?
After a while of my brain chasing its own thoughts in circles, it became apparent to me that I was ravenous for food. My other animalistic senses emerged as well, demanding water, clean clothes, and a toilet. No sooner had I thought all of this, a table appeared out of nowhere that held clothes, bottles of water and a plate of sandwiches.
"The toilet would be nice too," I mumbled under my breath as I quickly changed into the clothes. After folding my dirty clothes from earlier and shoving them under the table, I looked up to find a toilet in the corner as well. After making use of this new amenity, I opened a bottle of water and guzzled it down, drinking every last drop like a dying man, although I was far from death as it was. I devoured a couple sandwiches, satiating my appetite and the baby's I was carrying when I heard a small voice behind me.
"Mum?" Alexander asked timidly. I turned slowly to look at him, swallowing the last bit of sandwich that was in my mouth. He looked at me plaintively and glanced at the metal walls before asking in a voice that shook so slightly even I almost didn't hear it, "Where are we?"
I descended upon him immediately and held him close, not wanting him to fear anything, let alone the scumbags who had kidnapped us. "I'm not sure darling, but we'll find out soon." I put a small smile on my face and said, "There're sandwiches if you want them."
He looked at them and said, "No, I'd rather go back to sleep."
I smiled softly and said, "Do you want me to sing you your lullaby?"
He sniffed in an obnoxiously imperious way and said, "I'm not a child to be coddled."
I made a point of faux shrugging and said, "Fine with me." I disentangled myself from him and sat a distance away. Within a minute, he was in my lap and I was smoothing his hair away from his face. He may have been the most mature child I knew, but he was still my little boy who needed comforting every once in a while.
After some time, Alexander fell asleep and my stomach grumbled, but I was loath to get up for more food in case I woke him. I pondered once more the implications of our kidnapping. What if Alexander and I died? I wouldn't be able to make up with Severus, the man I loved more than life itself. And our baby, the one I carried inside me, wouldn't be given a chance at life. And Alexander, so full of life and love, would never see Hogwarts. And the twins and Tobias would have to go through the pains of life with only one parent to support them.
I shivered at this last thought. I had made up my mind long ago where my family was concerned that I was willing to beg and plead for the way life was now. I did it once, and I sure as hell wasn't too proud to do it again.
I waited for the kidnappers.
Author's Note: Ugh, I know I suck guys. I really do. Even with school last year I was able to update, like, once a night with CITM. But now I go months, and I hate it. THERE IS NO EXCUSE. I WILL TRY HARDER. My love to all of you that have stuck, even if there's only a handful after the long months of waiting, Storyseamstress95
