Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

Nicky: I suppose what children call their adoptive parents depends on their relationship with them. For example, Harry with Sirius and Remus: Harry hasn't had family who loved him since Lily and James died. Then come two people who love him more than anything and adopt him, treat him like their own real son, and he loves them as well. I think that he'd like to have someone to call 'Daddy' or whatever. I don't think it really matters what age they are. But hey, it's just fiction. Anything's possible. *smile* Thanks for the review. Oh, and about "Changes," I'm kind of stuck on that one. I'm mainly focusing on this story now, but as soon as I get over my "Changes" writer's block, I'll try to update as soon as I can!

Now, off to Chapter 2.

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Harry cringed as he was thrown to the cold, concrete floor of the dungeon cell. The door was pulled shut, and Harry collapsed on the floor. Blood and lacerations covered his body, and he was in so much pain. Draco crawled over to him, pulling the beaten boy into his lap and cradling him in his arms.

"Shh, love, relax," Draco whispered. He frowned when he heard Harry's shallow breathing. "I'll take care of you." Harry picked his head up and looked at his boyfriend with dull green eyes.

"They're not going to come for us," Harry mumbled with a tone of defeat. "We're going to die here, Draco, they're not coming¼" He broke down in tears, and Draco hugged him to his chest.

"They'll come," Draco murmured. "I know they will."

"They should have found us by now¼ It's been so long. Why are they taking so long?"

"I don't know, honey," Draco sighed, gently running his fingers through Harry's raven-black hair. "But we'll get out of here. I know it." Harry didn't hear anymore as darkness claimed him again.

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Fred, George, Ginny, and Hermione entered the quarters that Dumbledore had set aside in the castle for the Lupin-Black family. Remus led them into the living room, where Sirius was sitting on the floor, playing with Muggle Legos with the kids. Both older men were pale and sickly-looking. Sirius closely resembled the man that he'd been after escaping from Azkaban. He had lost a lot of weight, he hadn't shaved, and his eyes were empty.

"Fred, George!" Kayla squealed, jumping up and hugging the twins, whom she had quickly come to like.

"Hey, you," George said, tickling her. She giggled and slapped his hands away.

"What brings you lot here?" Sirius wondered.

"We figured you and Moony could use a break," Fred replied. "Go relax, sleep for a few hours. You need it. We'll watch the little ones." Sirius's eyes narrowed.

"No pranks while we're sleeping?"

"Of course not!" George exclaimed. "What on Earth do you take us for? Just go on. We'll be fine in here. We won't leave the room, and if we do, we'll leave a note or something. All right?"

"Come on, Padfoot," Remus said, pulling on Sirius's hand. "Even if Fred and George turn out to be incompetent baby-sitters, at least Hermione and Ginny are here as well. They'll be fine for a few hours." Sirius gave in, and the two went into their bedroom. The Weasleys and Hermione sat on the floor with Sean and Kayla.

"What are you playing with?" Ginny wondered, picking up one of the blocks and examining it.

"Legos, but they're boring," Sean sighed. "They don't move or anything." George pointed his wand at the Legos and muttered a few words, and blocks arranged themselves into buildings, while the little Lego people and vehicles began to move on their own. "Wow, cool!" Fred sat on the sofa, with Kayla in his lap, while everyone else played with the Legos.

"That silver?" Kayla asked, pointing at Fred's necklace and backing away a little. Fred glanced down.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, sweetheart," he said. He took the necklace off and shoved it into his pocket, and Kayla relaxed in his lap again.

"Daddy and Dad don't keep anything silver in our house," she told him. "'Cause it hurts me and Sean and Daddy. But Harry fixes it for us if we get hurted. I can't get hurted now, though, 'cause Harry's not here to fix it for me." She looked up at Fred. "How long's Harry been gone?"

"Almost three weeks," Fred sighed.

"That's a long time. Is he ever gonna' come home? I miss him."

"I sure hope so, Kayla. We miss him, too."

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"Harry?"

Draco looked up from the floor and saw his boyfriend, huddled in a corner and shivering. Draco crawled over to him, ignoring the searing pain throughout his body, and hugged Harry, trying to warm him up.

"Harry, I know where we are," Draco said, quietly.

"What does it matter?" Harry whispered, his voice strained. "We can't tell anyone else where we are... Not that they'd come and get us, anyway..."

"They're going to come," Draco said, as firmly as he could, considering how weak he felt. "They love us. They won't let us die like this."

"Where are we, then?" Harry sighed.

"Malfoy Manor," Draco murmured. "He changed it around a bit, but there's...words written on the floor... Words I wrote all the times I was kept down here."

"I-I'll try to talk to them again," Harry whispered, closing his eyes. His body suddenly went limp in Draco's arms as he passed out.

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"Harry?"

The voice seemed to be shouting into his ear, but he ignored it. Instead, he took comfort in the darkness surrounding him. The voice spoke again.

"Harry, love?"

Turning his head a little, he let out a moan of pain. He still did not open his eyes. He felt light pressure on his forehead.

"I hope you wake up soon..."

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"Draco? Draco, where are you?"

A strangled scream made Harry snap his eyes open. Draco had been making it a point for the past several days--weeks?--not to scream during torture. Something was wrong.

The dungeon was lit up, and Harry looked around. In the middle of an open space was a group of Death Eaters in robes. Draco lay on the floor, in front of them. The remains of his torn, thin clothes had been ripped from his body, and he was now being beaten by the Dark Lord himself. The Death Eaters cackled and laughed sinisterly as they watched Voldemort hitting Draco and touching him all over his body.

Seeing the look of fear and vulnerability on Draco's face caused Harry to seethe in anger. He brought himself to his feet, standing on shaky legs and clenching his fists at his sides. He glared menacingly at the group, and especially at Voldemort. Nobody had noticed that he'd awoken.

Summoning all of his adrenaline and natural energy, Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused his energy and opened his eyes again, still glaring at the wizard who was torturing his lover. Harry let out a growl and began to rapidly mutter a rhyme. His voice was quiet with anger at first, but it grew louder as he repeated the words.

"Enemies of mine, those whom I hate, fall down now and accept thy fate." He repeated this rhyme over and over again, not even knowing where it had come from. "Enemies of mine, those whom I hate, fall down now and accept thy fate. Enemies of mine, those whom I hate, fall down now and accept they fate. ENEMIES OF MINE, THOSE WHOM I HATE, FALL DOWN NOW AND ACCEPT THY FATE!"

By now, Harry was shouting as loudly as he could, and everyone had turned to watch him. No one dared to brandish a wand; even Voldemort looked frightened by the boy. Suddenly, Harry stepped through the cell wall, right past the bars. He stepped up until he was five feet away from the group and began to speak in a calm, yet menacing voice.

"Your fate is death," he hissed. "May you never return. May you regret your lives for all of eternity."

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Don't ask about that rhyme thing. It was just something that popped up into my head. I wanted to make it, like, a different language or something, but then it wouldn't have rhymed. I kinda' like it, even if it is really cheesy. *grin* So leave reviews, you know how much I love them!