"WHAT IN MERLIN'S FUCKING NAME ARE YOU SAYING POTTER?" I screamed, hard breaths being dragged through my long hooked nose as I did so.
I could see Potter literally cower the way he used to when he was at school. I knew he had seen me as a cold, merciless asshole when I was his teacher, but he had never seen me lose control like this. And I couldn't help myself.
I felt myself being ripped in two. Katherine, kidnapped? Along with our son whom we loved dearly? Where in Merlin's name could they be by now, and why had they been taken? Hundreds of questions reeled through my mind at lightning speed and nothing made sense.
"She was kidnapped Snape," said the redhead gently. As gently as you could be being a Weasley. Well, unless you married into it. I looked over at Granger and saw that she had her face in her hands, weeping quietly as the twins comforted her. Tobias had been sent to his room with the Weasley children.
"I want to know by whom!" I demanded from no one in particular. I was panicking. What if Katherine died and the last thing she knew I had done was finding a hotel room and spending the night away from her because I believed she was acting like a cold, vengeful woman? It wasn't to be borne!
"We have only one lead," said Potter miserably. "That terrorist group; we think they're the likely people to have taken Katherine and Alexander. The problem is though; we have no idea where they're hiding out."
"WELL FIND IT." I threatened menacingly. "OR I'M GOING TO-"
"Snape!" Weasley cut me off. He glanced over at my daughters who seemed on the brink of tears themselves as they watched my breakdown. I swallowed my grief and anger and said sternly, "Melanie. Posy. Go back to your room."
They looked at each other for a split second, seemingly debating whether to obey me or not. They chose the smart thing to do and left the room, leaving me with Potter and the Weasleys.
"Snape, we swear, we're going to do everything we can to find them. But-", and Potter faltered at this point, "we can't make any promises."
I felt ready to slap someone, to chuck a book across the room, to find the people who had kidnapped my wife and son myself and kill each and every one of them in a slow, agonizing death. The hatred and anger seeped through my heart and bones, taking over every nook and cranny of my body. It filled me up until I was nothing but those two emotions. And then, the unsullied part of my body, my brain clicked into gear and told me this was irrational behavior. I took in a deep breath and counted slowly to ten. After I regained composure, I said quietly, "Thank you. Please. Go."
My former pupils not needing any more encouragement to flee my presence, they high-tailed it out of my house, taking with them the Weasley children and shut the door quickly behind them. I sat down in my chair and buried my face in my hands. My sweet wife. Kidnapped. My brilliant son. Kidnapped as well.
I would probably never see them again.
Author's Note: Sorry for the crappy writing. :/ But I hope you guys enjoyed it! :)