AN: Thank you for all the support and all the reviews on this. It really means a lot to hear encouragement.

Thanks for everyone who has waited for this chapter, I know it has taken a while. I had writers block and had no inspiration. I am pretty happy with how this had turned out.

Albus Potter was in the hospital bed, it was now night time, and it has been an hour since his family and friends had left. Albus was going to have to stay another night before he could leave St. Mungo's. The healers insisted that he was not yet ready to leave.

"Are you going home?" Albus asked his parents.

"No sweet heart, we are staying here again tonight," Ginny said to him.

"You don't have to stay here for me," Albus said, he would feel guilty knowing that if his parents did not get enough sleep, it would be his fault.

"We want to Albus," Harry said with a smile. "We don't want you to be here alone."

"I'll be fine, I can take care of myself," Albus told them. Harry and Ginny looked at each other, they did need rest and both of them knew it. But they didn't want to leave Albus here by himself. Especially now with his kidnappers still on the loose, neither of them wanted to see him go missing again.

"I don't know about leaving him by himself Harry, look what happened the last time we did that," Ginny said looking at Harry, keeping her voice low so Harry could hear her.

"I know Ginny," Harry whispered. "I don't want to take that chance either. Especially with the Lestranges and Avery still out on the loose."

"Exactly," Ginny said. "And we can't have Aurors hanging around outside his door. I am sure he is nervous enough as it is."

"I am sure he is, he has been though what no one should go through, maybe your parents or Hermione and Ron can watch him tomorrow night," Harry said, Ginny had no idea what to think on that idea. She loved her family, but Ginny wanted to be here for him all day and night, rather she slept or not.

"I want to stay here Harry, I can work while I am with him, the Prophet won't mind as long as I am writing the column on time," Ginny said.

"I will stay with you and Albus tonight and as often as I can, tomorrow will be a busy day for me," Harry said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter," said the medi-wizard, who walked inside the room.

"Yes?" Harry and Ginny said at the same time, looking at the man in front of them.

"I am here to give Albus his medicine for the evening," the medi-wizard said. Harry and Ginny looked at each other; neither remembered the head Healer saying anything about a second dosage of medicine for Albus. Just once a day at breakfast was strong enough. The medicine was the anti-bacteria medicine and it was strong, It made Albus groggy when it was given to him that morning, and the healer told them both that he didn't need to take it again until tomorrow morning after he eats breakfast.

"Albus has already taken his medicine," Harry said firmly, all of his father and Auror instincts were on fire, he was alert, and he could tell Ginny was too. "The head healer said nothing about a second dosage, or any other medicine."

"The head healer said he wants to give your son this," the medi-wizard held up a small blue vial that was full of liquid inside. Harry didn't trust the man, and there was something weird about him that made Harry feel uneasy. "It will make him sleep peacefully."

"No," Harry said firmly. The medi-wizard looked at them both, his eyes moved to where Albus was. His eyes looked at the three adults full of confusion. "Now get out of here."

The medi-wizard turned to leave the room, grabbing something from his pocket. Harry noticed this action, and he found himself charging at the medi-wizard, pushing him towards the wall, knocking the wand out of the man's hand.

Ginny rushed towards Albus's side, as Harry pinned the man on the wall. The man's front was pressed up against the white creamy colored wall.

"Not my son you bastard," Harry said through gritted teeth, no one messed with his children.

"Mr. Potter… Please… I… I can't breathe," the medi-wizard said, Harry noticed the man had a glossy eyed stare. His grip didn't lighten up.

"Who the bloody hell sent you?" Harry asked as the door opened again, and two healers walked in. One was the Head healer, and the other was his assistant, both looked furious at the two men.

"This is a hospital gentlemen, not a playground," the Head healer said in a stern voice. "As for you Jeffrey what are you doing in this room?"

The medi-wizard named Jeffrey looked at Albus Potter, ignoring the three men near him.

"…Kill Albus Potter," Jeffrey said as he pointed a wand towards Albus. Harry looked at Jeffrey the medi-wizard, and Harry noticed that he had the symptoms of the Imperious Curse. The glossy eyed expression was a giveaway to Harry. The Head healer had his wand out, pointing at Jeffrey. "Put the wand down Jeffrey, this isn't you." The Head healer said, all three men had their wands pointed toward Jeffrey.

"Avada—"

"Potrificus Totalus" Harry said, pointing his wand at Jeffrey who suddenly froze, his arms shot by his side. Harry and Head healer caught him before he fell to the floor from the spell.

"Go check young Mr. Potter," the Head healer said towards the assistant. Albus felt his heart race as he looked t the scene in front of him. His past experience played over and over in his head. The Lestranges have performed that same spell countless times, and Albus knew why the man named Jeffrey did it. The Imperious Curse. Albus knew all about the three Unforgivable curses. His former parents performed them all the time.

"…I am fine," Albus said as the healer and his mother looked down at him.

"Are you sure?" the healer asked him.

"Yes I am positive," Albus said.

"Are you sure sweetheart?" Ginny asked her voice and expression full of concern as she looked down at her son.

"I am fine… can you all please stop asking me," Albus said, he was getting fed up with everyone asking him if he was ok.

"He sounds like you already Harry" Ginny said.

…

Bellatrix Lestrange was ready to kill as she flew to the hiding place. She hadn't made an actual kill in days and it was starting to get to her. She knew that Albus Potter would probably not die, and that was fine by her. All she cared about was fear, putting fear in others. Her animagi form; the raven, landed on the ground, and she turned into her human form. She walked inside the abandoned house. The house was small, and it smelled like cats. In the middle of the large den, four chairs were seated aound a make shift floating blue flame fire.

"Is he dead?" Robastan Lestrange asked.

"No," Bellatrix replied. "I did place the Imperius one of the healers, stupid mudblood had no idea what hit him." Bellatrix cackled at the thought of that healer that she placed the Imperius Curse on. "He should be dead by midknight if Potter does not interfere."

"Excellent," Rodolphus said who was seated in a tall black chair. Rosemerta was seated in between Rodolphus and Robastan. Bellatrix took her seat.

"Bellatrix, you did tell him to use the whole vial?" Rosemerta asked as she leaned forward in her seat.

"Of course I did," Bellatrix said, she acted like the chair was a high throne. Her husband was seated the same way. "Even a small dosage should kill him."

"The more that is used, the less time he has of life," Rosemerta told her.

"Yes I told the mudblood that, with the Imperious Curse on him, he should remember that," Bellatrix said. Bellatrix stared out in front of her, her breathing was shallow. Bellatrix was surprised that she could still remember when she first kidnapped the Potter boy many years ago.

… Flashback…

"… Do you want revenge on Potter or not?" Bellatrix asked, looking at her husband. Bellatrix had fallen out of love with him years ago. When she met the Dark Lord, her love for Rodolphus faltered as time passed until nothing but hatred was left. The Dark Lord was head strong and he knew what he wanted, while Rodolphus was all over the place, he could never please her. After her miscarriage of her pregnancy, she hated Rodolphus more and more, and it was after that when she first met the Dark Lord.

"Yes I want revenge on them, but a baby? That is ridiculous," Rodolphus said.

"Which is why it will work" she replied. "We can turn the baby against them, and maybe make him to become the next Dark Lord."

A light rose in Rodolpus eyes. He had to admit that was a good idea, but would it work?

"By the time the boy turns sixteen, he will have his first kill of a muggle… He will be feared like the Dark Lord, who will be better to teach him the Dark Arts than us?" Bellatrix said, she had a wild glint in her eyes. A look that Rodolphus had not seen in years.

"How will you take him from the Potters?" Rodolphus asked. "How will we take care of him? We never had children Bellatrix, may I remind you of that!"

"I will take him when they are sleeping," Bellatrix said in a matter of fact tone. "… I am aware that we never had children, we will manage it. How hard can it be?"

Rodolphus wondered if that was a good idea, it will be years before the child turns sixteen, and he had no idea if he could wait that long for a new Dark Lord to rise. "Fine… we will take him to Lestrange Manner; no one will suspect us over there."

…

It has been a week since Bellatrix took the Potter baby from the Potters, and all they heard was crying. Neither had a good night sleep since she kidnapped the baby, and Bellatrix was beginning to regreat her decision of kidnapping the boy. She heard the baby wailing from another room, her eyes shot open and her eyes were blood shot. She sat up in bed and pulled the covers back off her body. She got out of bed, and her feet felt the cool floor. She stumbled towards the baby's room.

"SHUTUP!" Bellatrix yelled as she opened the door. "SHUTUP ALREADY!"

The baby wailed louder, it began to hurt her ears. She wanted to reach her wand and just end the baby's life, but Bellatrix resisted it. She walked towards the crib, the baby's crying hurt her ears as she reached closer to him.

"Shut up you little runt," Bellatrix said looking down at the baby. "Dark Lords do not cry."

The baby's shiny emerald green eyes looked up at her. She had no idea why, but Bellatrix wanted to pick the baby up and hold him close. But Bellatrix resisted the urge, and put that feeling back inside her more.

"…Stop crying runt," she said, still hearing the baby cry.

…

"Perseus Lestrange!" Bellatrix bellowed. The two year old little boy was no where in sight. Her cold eyes looked around the large circular Great Room. "Perseus come here now!"

She had no time for games with the boy this evening, that was when she heard a small giggle behond her. She turned around quick and saw the black haired boy looking up at her.

"There you are!" she said, as she grabbed his hand.

"What wrong mummy?" the two year old asked, Bellatrix hated that name; mummy. It sounded so much unlike her that it made her want to vomit.

"It is time for you to go to bed," Bellatrix said, not looking at him, nor was she noticing that he was struggling to follow her.

"Slow down mummy," he said under his breath. But Bellatrix ignored him. The two year old was struggling as her long strides.

"Hurry up then boy!" she snapped as she walked towards the boy's room. As she reached the door, Bellatrix stopped walking and opened the door for him to enter. The two year old looked up at her. He still had energy inside his body.

"Do I has to?" he asked, he still did understand the concept of speech that both she and Rodolphus have been teaching him.

"Yes you have to," she said looking down at him. She saw his lip quiver.

"but… but I don't want to…" he said, stomping his foot down. Bellatrix bent down so she looked at him in the eye.

"Get in to bed before I will have to beat your little ass," she said, ignoring his still quivering lip, she could see the tears in his eyes.

"Mummy said a bad word," the two year old said. Bellatrix ignored his comment, she didn't care if she cursed or not.

"Get into bed, NOW!" she barked, as she watched the boy jump.

…

Perseus Lestrange sat in the common room at Durmstrange Institute, he looked at the newspaper article, showing his parents faces. They were arrested at Lestrange Manner for breaking out of Azkaban years before. Perseus could not believe it; his parents were arrested two months ago. After two months of being arrested, they didn't even have the nerve to write a letter to let him know. Perseus shook his head and threw the paper in the fire place. He had a feeling that they laughing about this too, laughing about his reaction on the news of their arrest.

"Hey Percy, what was that you threw in the fire?" His friend asked.

"… I just found out my parents were arrested today," Percy said, sitting on the comfortable chair.

"Oh, they didn't send you letter or anything?" he asked. Percy shook his head in response. "Damn, that must suck— are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Percy replied. "I might actually have a normal summer for once now." Percy told his friend about his parents. How they acted like they never cared about him, and there strange ways of doing things. He even told his friend how they actually practice real Dark Magic in their house. Magic that included the Imperiuds and Cruciatus Curse, which a lot of the students were familiar of. What he didn't tell his friend was that they also practiced the killing curse more than a few times.

"Are you sure you're ok? You look pale?"

"I'm fine, I'm more than fine actually," Percy said. He looked over at his friend, reassuring him that he is ok.

"Well if your sure," he said looking at Percy.

"I am sure," Percy said. "… I just don't know who I will be staying with."

"You can stay with me, I am sure my parents won't mind at all."

"Thanks" Percy said, grinning at his friend.

…

Albus woke up in a start, he was all sweaty, the hospital clothes stuck to his body. He looked over at his parents, he saw his dad was awake, but his mother was nowhere in sight. Harry looked up, seeing that Albus looked distressed.

"Dad," Albus said. Harry got up from his spot and took a seat on the bed. Albus was sitting up in the bed.

"Are you ok Albus?" Harry asked with concern.

"I—I had a—a nightmare," Albus said. Harry took Albus's hand in his own, Albus's palm was sweaty.

"It is ok Albus, I am here, everything will be ok," Harry said to his son.

"Don't let them take me again dad-please!" Albus said, Harry could hear how frightened Albus was, and it tore Harry's insides apart. He did not like knowing that his child was upset. He wanted to assure him that everything will be ok, but Harry could not promise that, no matter how much he wanted. He could not give a promise when he knew that he may not be able to keep it.

"I—I will do my best Albus to make sure that they will not hurt you again," Harry said, he was looking into Albus's eyes. Albus laid back on the bed, he felt his father's warm hand on his own. "I can not promise that everything will be ok, but I will promise that I will do my best to recapture them."

"I know dad," Albus said. "I know you will catch them."

Harry noticed how exhausted Albus looked. If it was possible to look paler than before, Albus achieved that.

"You need to rest Albus," Harry said. "You have been through what no one should go through." Albus nodded, he did feel tired, but he expected it to be from having that nightmare. Harry watched his son drift back asleep. His hand clammy against his own, and Harry felt like all of his father instincts were going haywire. Harry stood up and he walked out of the room. He looked around for a healer, better yet the Head healer. Harry looked around again and saw a healer down the hall. Harry waved his arm, and the healer noticed.

"Yes Mr. Potter?" the healer asked, looking up at Harry, ignoring the scar that was still on his forehead.

"Can you take a look at my son please, he doesn't look so well," Harry said in a concern voice. The healer nodded and followed Harry inside.

"What seems to be the problem?" the healer asked peering down at Albus as the youngster slept.

"He looks paler than he did earlier today and he feels clammy, I don't know if his nightmare has something to do with it," Harry said. The healer looked at the clipboard that was clipped to the bed.

"He took a calming draught Mr. Potter, it is impossible for one to have a nightmare if they take a calming draught." The healer said. "At least, not without the potion being tampered with or if he was givin something else instead."

"What?" Harry asked, he could not believe what he just heard. Who would want to tamper with Albus's calming draught?

"Mr. Potter, stay with your son, wait until I get back here with more Healers," the healer said, and Harry watched him walk out of the room. Harry felt like his heart was being torn from his chest, he just got his son back from the Lestranges and it appears that they were not finished yet. Harry knew he had to stop them before they eventually kill him. Three healers came inside the room, waking Albus up, checking his pupils and his temperature. Harry felt worried, not knowing what to do.

"Mr. Potter, we are looking at possibilities at what caused this," a female healer said.

"Will Albus be ok?" Harry asked, when Harry saw Albus began to shake violently. His arms and legs thrashing. It was like he had no control of his movement.

"Outside now Mr. Potter," the healer said, Harry tried running to the bed side, but the healer began shoving him out the room, until Harry was outside the room. Harry tried wriggling the door handle but it was locked. He saw through the door window that the healers were having to restrain him down to the bed, and he could hear Albus yelling for him. Harry wanted to go inside the room, but Harry knew he couldn't go in. The healers were more trained at this then he was.

…

Harry sent a patronus to his house where Ginny was. Telling the patronus what to say. As the silver stag left, a healer walked up to him.

"Mr. Potter?" the healer asked.

"How is he?" Harry asked.

"We… we had to… to restart his heart twice," the healer said. Harry felt like he was made of jelly, he held on to a chair to keep himself from falling over. He could not be hearing this. "We were able to revive him, but he lost consciousness."

"Lost… Lost consciousness?…" Harry shook his head.

"He had a seizure, a severe one at that. We were able to revive him," the healer said.

"What caused it?" Harry asked before the healer could say a word.

"A poison, it is fatal if not treated," the healer said. "We were lucky to catch it in time."

"A poison? Are you sure?" Harry asked, the healer nodded his head.

"Yes we are sure," the healer said. "We are clearing it out of his system now, it will be slow, but it should be out of his system by tomorrow evening."

Harry felt relief hearing that.

"We believe the one who did it was under the imperious curse,"

"Who was it?" Harry asked, he was really curious on who did this.

"It was Jeffrey," the healer said. "He must have snuck in while no one was looking."

"Damn it," Harry said slamming his fist on the table. He bet he knew who put that imperious curse on Jeffrey. The Lestrange's. It was a long hunch but he had a feeling it was them who did it.

…

Ginny sat by Albus's bed, and he was still unconscious, his color was coming back slowly. James and Lily were in the room, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Will he be ok mum?" Lily asked.

"Yes he will be just fine," Ginny said hopefully.

James looked at his younger brother; he couldn't stand seeing him in the hospital, lying in the bed wearing hospital clothes. An IV was hooked up to him, sticking in his arm, and Albus still wore his restraints.

"Dad has to catch those bastards," James said out loud.

"James watch your language," Ginny said, but she had to agree with her eldest. She hoped Harry would catch the Lestrange.

"Come on Albus," James said. "You can pull through this buddy."