A/N - I didn't like the format of the last chapter so I'm trying something different this time, I hope it turns out all right. I am gonna get so many flames for this. Also there was a mistake in the last chapter; Harry and Alex have been missing for 5 years, not 3, all right? Got it? On with the story!

Disclaimer - I believe the idea of Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Draco being Heirs of the Founders belongs to Cassandra Claire, but I'm not sure how that works out, sorry if I did something wrong, and everything else is J.K.R.'s.

Harry Lives - But is it a life?

Harry ran down the hall, almost tripping over his short feet in the darkness, but he was used to the darkness. He had lived in what he and his friends called "The Maze" since he could remember. Angrily he brought out his wand, one that Daddy had made for him long ago, waved it, and said "Lumos!"

A narrow beam of light shone down on the dirty, grimy, floor showing cracks and a cockroach. Harry smiled, and slammed his foot down on the little bug.

Finally he came to his room. He and his friends shared the room. It wasn't as dark as any other place in the Maze and they could play there until Daddy came for their lessons.

"Hello Draco, Hermione, Ginny," said Harry, sitting down and picking up a rock to play with.

"Hello Harry," said Hermione, scooting closer to him.

"Oohh! Harry and Hermione, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" said Draco, clapping his pudgy hands together and smiling evilly.

"Shush up Draco!" said Hermione, throwing Harry's rock at him.

"I was playing with that!" said Harry. "Give it back!"

"No!" said Draco.

Harry swung his wand through the air and screamed in his five-year-old yell "CRUCIO!"

Draco screamed and withered in pain, twitching on the floor. His grip released on the rock and Harry stopped, happily grabbing his rock again.

"Good little children, playing nicely?" asked their Daddy from behind them. Draco ran to go cry in the corner.

"Draco's being a wimp." Said Ginny, running over and hugging her "daddy".

"Yes he is. Don't worry, he'll be taught not to cry." Said Voldemort, smiling at the trusting children.

"Daddy! Do we get to do more magic today?" asked Hermione, running up to him.

"Perhaps Hermione. For a Mudblood you really are quite good at it. I trust you all have your wands?"

They nodded, and pulled out identical sticks. Voldemort hadn't cared whether or not the wand was compatible with them; he had just made them. Each was 7 inches long, ebony, with the plume of a basilisk core. He brought out his own wand and twirled it between his pale, spider like fingers.

"The Anima Charm is what we'll start today. Normally the Charm takes up to three years to learn, but I expect each of you to learn it within three months. UNDERSTOOD?" he thundered.

The five-year-olds nodded meekly. Daddy could get mad very easily sometimes.

"Now then, I'm going to go attend to Draco, you all prepare to learn the Charm." He smiled down at them but when he turned his face was contorted into an evil sneer. He grabbed Draco by the arm, and marched down the hall.

His screams were heard minutes later.



Lily and Petunia

A week after the sisters had left their home, they were exhausted. Tree branches clung to their hair, bags were under their eyes, and their steps were slow and dragged.

"Lily, where is it?"

Lily held up the newspaper, one of the few tabloids in the Wizard world, called the Wizard Weekly.

"This says that Voldemort was spotted last in Romania. We are in Romania; we just have to find his hide out. He was seen lest then twenty feet from here." Lily said. "Let's take a break."

Petunia slumped onto a fallen log. "Lily, I don't know if I have the strength to go on. What if it's all for nothing? What if Voldemort's already…"

"Don't say it." Said Lily. "Just don't, that won't get us anywhere. Now, Voldemort is not stupid, he would have made his hide out hard to find. The fact that we haven't found it means we're on the right track. Come on, let's get going again."

And the Evan Sisters stumbled out into the woods again.

Meanwhile, James and Cornelius…

"They're gone Professor! Just gone!"

James paced the office very quickly. Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk, and Cornelius sat twiddling his thumbs over his round belly.

"James, my dear man, sit down, you're making us all restless." Said Cornelius, beads of sweat across his fore head.

"Yes James, please take a seat." Dumbledore said. "The fact that your wives have left is almost a good thing."

"WHAT?" blundered James.

"It shows that the prophecy is coming to a close. I know that Narcissa never got the prophecy wavered. She too is part of the prophecy. Not mentioned, but controlled by it when her path crosses with it. Lily and Petunia are the ones who have to retrieve your sons. Not to mention Ms. Hermione Granger and Virginia Weasley. Then there's the fact that Lucious Malfoy gave his son willingly to Voldemort as the heir of Slytherin. It's all very complicated. And within a year it will all have come to a close."

Cornelius sat sputtering. "I…Petunia…what?"

James, who was not the sputtering type, began a string of cuss words that could have made a drunken sailor blush. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"James, I must ask you not to use that language."

"Sorry Professor. So I take it that this Harmony Gunger is Heir of Ravenclaw?"

"Hermione Granger, and yes. Weasleys are of Hufflepuff, you are of Gryffindor."

James sat down and rubbed his temples. Then looked up.

"Will my family be okay?"

And Dumbledore, with a sad face, shrugged his shoulders.


A/N - All right, Sami I know is gonna flame me for that one! If I borrowed something of yours in this story, sorry, tell me about it and I'll give you credit I guess. Anyway, here's the next part, and I know it's moving pretty quickly but I don't want to turn this into a huge story like I know one of my others is gonna be, sighs tiredly oh well, please review!