Salt in our Wounds

Disclaimer: See previous chapters. Parkinson Manor and Angus Mayfair belong to me.

A/N: Thanks for the reviewies! ::happy tears:: And keep in mind that these chapter titles are song titles.

Chapter 5 (Endless Dark)

Two days later Harry was standing in front of Parkinson Manor, looking at his Portkey. It had been Moody's idea to use a Muggle-style lighter; when you lit it it transported you to the living room in Parkinson Manor. He wondered how Pansy would react if he just appeared in her living room. She had never liked Harry and she wasn't his favourite person either, but she was his last hope. He lit the lighter and the Portkey immediately took him inside, past all the spells Pansy had cast. Gracefully he landed in front of a huge armchair in which Pansy Parkinson sat; Harry sneered: The years hadn't made Pansy prettier.

"What are you doing her?" the ex-Slytherin shrieked. "You are not supposed to be in here and ..."

"I'm an Auror," Harry said firmly. "It is my duty to come here and interrogate you. Trust me, I don't enjoy this either, but if you just tell me everything now I'll be out before you can say 'Quidditch'."

Pansy grinned. "They have the Weasel. That's why you're here, aren't you?" She started singing 'Weasley is our King' and Harry felt like he would have to slap her if she didn't stop soon.

"That's right, Pansy. What do you know about this?"

"Nothing. Just what Angus told me."

"Angus?"

"My husband! Mr Mayfair," Pansy replied irritably. "And in case you were going to ask me WHO performed the Cruciatus spell on me and kidnapped the Weasel: I don't know! That person had a masc. Whoever it was did the same to Draco, why don't you go and ask him?"

Harry thought for a moment.

Potter ...

Potter ...

Potter ...

"Why would anyone do that to Draco? His blood is as pure as a wizard's blood can be."

Pansy shrugged. "I don't care. I mean, all I want is that this won't happen to **me** again."

"I thought he was your fiance once?"

"Right, he **was**. That was before I met Angus. Then I dropped him."

"**You** dropped **HIM**?"

"I know about the little rumours he spread, that he dropped me for Goyle's cousin, but it's not true. Poor girl ... died during the war."

A painful expression got a hold of Harry's face. Goyle's cousin had been to an all girl's school for witches and so he had never really met her before, but Rita Skeeter had written a few articles about the 'handsome Malfoy heir' and the 'beautiful Lady Goyle'. To Harry she had always looked like a fawn with her huge brown eyes.

"All right then, Pansy." He lit the lighter yet again and it took him back to his and Ron's apartment.

In the afternoon Mad Eye Moody and Dobby visited Harry once again. After Harry had told them about his visit at Parkinson Manor Mad Eye didn't say anything for quite some time until he finally decided to share his thoughts with Harry.

"I'm not sure about that one, my lad. I'm sure that she said the truth about not knowing who did this to her, but she ... supposes something. And we have to find out what it is."

"I could ask Angus Mayfair," Harry suggested.

"Better not. But I will have that House Elf talk to some other House Elves. Maybe we can find out something that way."

That night Harry went to bed early, lonely as every night since Ron had been torn away from him. Without his sweet angel in his arms the darkness seemed to much to bear and again and again he had to mutter: "Lumos." After two hours he had enough, got up and dressed and Apparated to the twins' apartment in Diagon Alley. They were not very surprised when they saw Harry in their living room.

"We thought you would never come," Fred said and cast a spell on a toy broomstick.

"Are there any news?" George asked.

Worry was written in his face and his hands were shaking slightly.

"No ... Pansy says she doesn't know anything, but Malfoy has been attacked, too."

Fred raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy? Why would any Muggle-hater want to attack HIM? He's a Pureblood! That's weird." Harry nodded. "I know. But why would she lie about that?"

Harry and the twins kept discussing the matters, before the twins led Harry to their guest bedroom and went to sleep in their own.

Meanwhile Ron was shivering in the cold cellar where his kidnappers had taken him. He cursed his fate and most of all the person who done this to him. There was no light to guide him ... no Harry. How would he get out of this? Would he get out of this at all? Or would this be his last adventure ...?

A/N: Muahahahahahahaha, you STILL don't know who it is!!!