Sorry this one took so long. But with my trip to Rhode Island and then OOTP coming out, you know, it takes time.

By the way, OOTP was awesome, except for one little detail that really, really set me off. But in case some of you haven't read it I'll keep my mouth shut on that issue. By the way, as of right now there are no OOTP spoilers, but I can't guarantee it'll stay that way.

Thank you to all who reviewed, and especially to those who gave me a "Happy Birthday" or a "Have fun in Rhode Island" Both were very successful thanks. Rhode Island was gorgeous and the weather was nice. I highly recommend everyone go there. It's my new favorite place! And for my birthday I ditched going to the movies with my buds to play Bingo with the 'rents. I didn't want to, but the movie, Hollywood Homicide apparently sucked, so I didn't miss much! And now I'm rambling and I'm sure no one cares.

Enjoy the chapter!

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"Rem-Remus?!" Sirius whispered as his old friend approached him slowly, wand raised in front of him. He shot a quick glance at Emily and saw tears of fear streaming down her face. "Where's Harry?"

"Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. Where do you think he is? Wormtail's got him. They're already back in England I suppose. He asked me if I'd be willing enough to stay here, kindly greet you and keep you up to date."

"Wormtail took Harry...and you let him?! What the Hell is going on?"

"Ah, Sirius, you trusted me did you? Thought Wormtail was the only one to turn against you and James? Looks like you were wrong, huh?"

Sirius backed slowly to the wall, absolutely terrified. He slowly inched to the left hoping to reach the drawer that held his wand as discretely as possible. Remus followed every movement he made. He really had no idea what to do, or what Remus's plan would be.

"Where do you think you're going Sirius?" Remus asked maliciously.

"Nowhere...Remus. Why are you doing this? I can see why Peter went over to the dark side, but you? How-how could you?"

"I don't really feel like getting into that right now, but I suggest that you STOP moving towards that drawer! Crucio!"

Sirius fell to the floor and started screaming in pain. White-hot heat was surging through his body, causing him to convulse. Only one other time in his life had Sirius been under the Cruciatus curse. It was during a deatheater attack in Hogsmead when he was still in school. Despite the terrible pain he was in, he realized that it was nowhere near as bad as it had been back then. In fact as the curse was held on him the pain lessened and lessened until it was an almost tolerable tingling sensation.

At that point Sirius looked up at Remus with an odd expression and then came a look of understanding.

"Fight it Rem! Block out the voices!"

For a few seconds the curse got more powerful and then more weak. It wobbled like that for a while until the curse stopped all together.

Remus stared at him with a terrified expression. He let his wand drop to the floor and then fell to his knees. Sirius crawled towards him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Imperious?"

Remus half nodded, "I'm so sorry...I'm so, so sorry."

Sirius nodded in response and gave a hint of a smile to his old best friend. He then rose from the floor and went to untie Emily.

"Who the Hell is that?! Why aren't you doing something?! How could Harry be in England?!"

"Shhh, Emily, calm down. This is my friend Remus...a few minutes ago he was under what we like to call the imperious curse, meaning somebody else was controlling his actions. He fought it and is now his normal self, I think. I haven't seen him in three, long, years."

"Sirius! Are you nuts? He helped kidnap Harry, he's the one who tied me up, and there are no such thing as curses!" Emily shrieked.

"You're wrong there, Emily. I don't have a lot of time to explain though because I have to go find Harry...please just take my word for it."

Emily nodded, reluctantly.

Sirius turned from her and went back over to Remus. "What are they planning on doing with Harry?" he asked urgently.

"I-I don't remember, hold on, and let me think."

Sirius let him think for nearly five seconds and then repeated his questions.

"I'm not sure Sirius, they really messed with my head. I just know that they planned to take him back to England. They think having him may help bring the Dark Lord back...I just don't know where they planned to take him."

Looking stricken, Sirius nodded. "Well," he said, "I have to go back to England then. I'll search every house, every forest, everywhere, until I find him."

"Sirius, you can't go back to England! Everyone still thinks that you gave away James and Lily's location. They're going to take you to Azkaban for that!"

"Azkaban? Even if I did give away their location it wasn't murder...and they'll probably give me a trial anyways and I'll explain everything. They'll have no choice to believe me. Now how shall we get there? Apparate or portkey?"

"Sirius you can't go! You can't, I'll go back, I'll find Harry and I'll bring him back to you. After all, it's my fault they took him."

"No it's not Rem, you couldn't help being under the imperious...don't put this on yourself."

"It was my fault, if it weren't for me they'd have never found you here...if I hadn't done a search for you."

"They made you!"

"No, they didn't," Remus said, rather ashamedly. "I looked it up over a year ago...I had to know where you were to make sure the ministry wasn't too close. They had crazy theories that you were in China, Australia, Mexico...I had to be sure, so I could warn you if they got too close."

Sirius looked down. "I told you not to try to find us."

"I know, that's why I feel so guilty about this."

"It's still not your fault, Remus...but we can't waste time on this now, lets get going."

"Sirius, I mean it, you can't go. What good will it do for Harry if you go there and are instantly thrown into Azkaban? What'll he do then?!"

"I won't get caught. Who over there doesn't think I did it?"

"Just me."

"What?! I thought there were...a few others."

"Well there's Wormtail and various deatheaters, but no one who can really help us out."

Sirius ran a hand through his hair. He then rushed to the drawer he had been inching towards earlier and ripped it open. He withdrew his wand and spoke quickly, "Are you still at the same flat?"

Remus nodded.

"Good, follow me there."

"Sirius what are you doing?!" Emily shrieked.

"I'm going to go find Harry."

"With a stick?"

"It's a wand."

She smirked through her worry.

"It is! I'll explain everything to you when I get back, okay...and please keep this all under wraps. If anyone asks where we are, say that we had a sudden emergency...and can you also tell the store that I won't be in for a while...they'll probably fire me, but I can deal with that."

She nodded and tears filled her eyes. "It seems like you'll never be back...and Harry..."

"It'll be okay, I swear. You'll see us both again, soon. That's a promise."

Again she nodded and then very unexpectedly she ran forward and through her arms around Sirius. He patted her back awkwardly as she sobbed into his chest.

Sirius gently pried her away and put a hand on both of her shoulders. "I have to go now, before they can hurt him."

She nodded with a terrified expression.

"Go on home, try to forget about us for now. I'll make sure you're the first to know when we're back."

She wiped her eyes and nodded again. "Take care of yourself, Sirius."

"I will. Bye, Em."

"Bye," she said and then walked out the door.

Sirius shut the door behind him and sighed. He looked at Remus and said, "Are you ready?"

Remus looked like he was ready to fight some more about Sirius returning, but didn't. He simply nodded.

"Good," Sirius said and then with a pop apparated out of the apartment. He arrived seconds later in the place he used to call home. Briefly he looked over it and found that nearly everything was as it as it used to be. This was with the exception that anything that Peter Pettigrew once owned or was a large part of was gone.

A few minutes later Remus apparated into the room. He found Sirius sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

"I don't even know where to begin looking," he moaned helplessly. Remus sat next to him and put a supportive hand on his shoulder. Sirius looked up and sighed, "I've missed you so much Rem."

"I missed you too Sirius...I honestly didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I had doubts on that too."

"Why'd it have to be like this?" Sirius asked sadly. "Of all the reasons to see you again why'd it have to be because Harry was kidnapped?"

Remus noticed that his eyes were slightly glazed over.

"What if we don't find him?"

"We will, we will," Remus said.

Sirius nodded gently and tried to compose himself but found it extremely hard to do.

Remus just rubbed his back gently.

"Where do we begin?" Sirius asked after a few minutes.

"I think, we should try some tracking spells. It'll probably work best from you, as you seek him most desperately. Have you been doing a lot of magic lately?"

"Barely ever," Sirius muttered, "I couldn't let any of the neighbors see, and Emily was over most of the time..."

"That muggle girl? She looked just like-"

"Lily, I know, that's why we kept her," Sirius said with a short laugh. He stopped when he realized he was really in no mood to be laughing. There was no time to laugh, nor was there time to catch up with his old friend.

"Well, the fact that you haven't done magic much could hinder the effects a bit. But, it's worth a shot. We should both try...do you remember the different tracking spells?"

Sirius nodded seriously and went through them several times in his head.

"Ready?" Remus asked.

"You bet."

"Okay, lets go." Remus held his wand in front of him and began muttering incantations. Sirius did the same. Both men had their eyes firmly shut.

After nearly five minutes Remus sighed and opened his eyes back up. He had not found any sign of Harry. Yet when he glanced at Sirius he saw that his friend was still going. Plastered on Sirius's face was the most desperate expression Remus had ever seen. His heart almost broke for his friend.

After nearly ten minutes more of trying Sirius let out a strangled sob and opened his eyes. He shot to his feet and started kicking the chair by the fireplace with all his might. "Why?! Why? WHY!!!!!" he screamed and gave the chair one final kick and successfully knocked it backwards.

"Sirius...we can try again. It took me a while to locate you when I tried. These kinds of things take time," Remus said calmly.

"Time? TIME! I don't have time! Every minute that Harry is wherever he is, is a minute too long! Who knows what they're doing to him now! He could be-he could be dead!"

"He's not dead, Sirius, don't say that. You'll find him, I know it."

Sirius just settled himself roughly on the floor and shook his head. He brought his knees to his chest and buried his head in them, wrapping his arms firmly around the top of his skull.

Remus kneeled down next to him. "Everything will be alright, Sirius, trust me."

Sirius just shook his head again.

"We'll find him Padfoot."

Slowly Sirius lifted his head from his knees and looked up at Remus. His lip was trembling as he tried to hold back his emotions. Remus put an arm over his shoulder, which was like opening a floodgate. Sirius completely lost control. He sobbed into his best friend's shoulder for well near fifteen minutes before regaining composure.

"I'm sorry, Rem."

"It's highly understandable Padfoot. You love Harry like he's your own, right?"

Sirius nodded, frowning.

"And now he's gone...but we WILL find him. Right now, I think what we both need is a little sleep. First thing tomorrow we'll start looking for him again, okay?"

"I can't sleep, Remus...there's no way."

"Trying couldn't hurt. You'll take your old room. You remember where everything is of course?"

Sirius nodded but didn't move.

"I think you should go now," Remus said in a kind yet firm tone.

After looking malevolently at Remus he stood and trudged out of the living room and down the hall to his old room. He was stunned to see that it was exactly as he had left it. It actually appeared as though no one had ever been in it, except for one thing.

On his wall above his bed Sirius kept pictures of himself with all of his friends. Still hanging were the one with him and James, him and Lily, him and Remus, and him and James, but there was a spot missing in the middle, the picture of him and Peter. Had Remus been there when he noticed it, Sirius would have thanked him for it.

Trying not to look at any of the pictures still left on the wall Sirius sat down on his old bed. He lounged back and breathed in the smell of his pillows. He noticed they still held the smell of the cologne he wore those years before James and Lily's death. The memories that came with that smell overwhelmed him. Yet, Sirius couldn't stand thinking of anything but Harry.

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Harry was absolutely terrified. One minute he had been happily watching TV, curled against Emily, and the next he was being carried away by two of the black ghosts from his dreams.

He had since learned that they were not ghosts. Rather, they were men dressed in black who carried wands much like Sirius's. Much to his displeasure, there aim was to do exactly what he had dreamed of. Already he had been taken from the warmth and comfort of his home, and when he asked about Sirius, he was told that he would be killed shortly.

Currently, Harry was on the hard dirty floor of a cave with his back against the cold wall. Where this cave was, Harry did not know. All he knew was that in all his life the only place he had seen a cave was on TV. In those caves there were always scary things like bats, bears, and monsters. He hadn't seen anything like that yet, but his fear was just as intense as it would have been if he had.

All Harry knew was that he wanted Sirius, and Sirius was nowhere to be found. He wanted to be out of the cave, but there were black ghosts all around him. There was no way he could get out.

He watched in complete terror as the deatheaters milled around him. Occasionally they stopped and threw him menacing looks, but mostly they left him to his own devices. Not a single one touched him or hurt him in any way, but Harry's dreams of the men who were now his captors reminded him of how dangerous they could be.

That night Harry fell asleep against the cold stone wall of the cave with tear stained eyes. Before drifting off he had, like a mantra, been repeating, "Sirius, Sirius, I need you," over and over in his head.

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As he told Remus he wouldn't, Sirius was unable to sleep. He lay awake all night staring at the ceiling. Several more times that night he tried the tracking spells but saw nothing but fog.

Around 3:00 in the morning he gave up on sleep all together and wandered out of his room to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table contemplating things.

Never in his life had Sirius felt like more of a failure. His duty was to watch out for Harry, and there he goes letting him get kidnapped.

Sirius could have kicked himself for not listening to Harry. He should have listened more closely to the dreams Harry had been having. He should have realized that those visions of deatheaters were far too accurate to be dreams. But he didn't realize, and now he didn't know where Harry was.

He leaned back in his chair sulkily and sighed, trying to wipe the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"You okay?" he heard and nearly fell backwards in his chair. Sirius caught himself on the edge of the table and straightened up. Remus had just walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of striped pajamas.

Sirius just shook his head. Remus sat down opposite him and stared expectantly at his best friend.

"What?" Sirius asked moodily.

Remus just shrugged and leaned back. It was quite an awkward moment. "I just thought you'd-like to talk."

Biting his lip Sirius thought about this and then said, "I wouldn't mind talking, but what's there to say? Harry's gone, neither of us know how to get him back...that's all there is to it."

"You're right...so you haven't thought of any other possible ways to get him back?"

"I tried...but everything I can think of needs more people. Where are we going to get more people?"

"Well," Remus started cautiously. "You're not going to like this, but I was thinking I could enlist Dumbledore's help."

"Dumbledore?! You told me he thought I was guilty of betraying Lily and James, of being a deatheater. How could he possibly help?"

"He may want to throw you into Azkaban the second he sees you, but ever since that night when you took Harry, he's been worried sick about him. I tried to convince him that as long as he was with you he was in safe hands, but that, of course, didn't work. So now if I tell him that you've told me he's been kidnapped he'll help search for him. He just can't know that you're here as well."

"But if he finds him he won't give him back!" Sirius yelled.

"We'll find a way, Sirius. You can take Veritaserum, we can still possibly find Wormtail, you know?"

"You can't tell Dumbledore."

"Sirius, would you rather have Harry taken away from you or Harry dead? That's what this may very well come down to."

Shaking his head Sirius got up from his chair and kneeled in front of Remus. He put his arms firmly, almost painfully around Remus's arms. He talked in a painstakingly slow, hard voice, "You can't tell him...we'll give it two days, okay? If we don't find him in two days you can do what you want."

Remus stared at him, contemplating, and then nodded his head. He saw Sirius's lip tremble as it had earlier and patted his shoulder. "It's going to be okay," he whispered.

Sirius nodded and choked back his tears.

"I'm such a fucking failure," he muttered darkly, sitting down, right there on the kitchen floor.

"You are not, Sirius. You've raised Harry for three straight years, and from what I saw turned him into a wonderful kid. It's not your fault that Harry got taken away. Hell, it's more my fault than it is yours."

"It IS my fault! I didn't listen. Harry knew this was going to happen! He had dreams about the 'Black Ghosts' coming. I told him it would be alright, and for two nights in a row I just left him there with a muggle girl who knew absolutely nothing about the situation! How does that not constitute me being at fault?!"

"Harry had dreams about it?"

Sirius nodded ruggedly. "And I told him it couldn't happen, that they couldn't find us."

Remus looked down, "And that's where it becomes my fault."

"No-no it doesn't. This is all me. I should have known that they could find us. I bet they could have even if you hadn't looked for us. And you had good reason to do what you did, Rem. You probably could have saved us by doing what you did. I'm sure someday somebody else could have found us."

"Well it doesn't matter whose fault it is...it's really the fault of the deatheaters, isn't it? They're the ones to blame here."

Sirius nodded. "How the Hell are we going to do this?"

"I guess there has to be a way. But I imagine we can't find that way until we get some sleep."

"Remus, I can't sleep. I tried. My mind keeps wandering to Harry and where he could be and if he's hurt. Poor kid."

"Well you need some sort of rest why don't you go lay down on the couch and watch some TV?"

Sirius just shrugged and got up off the floor. He walked slowly into the living room and flopped onto the couch. He reached for the remote and flicked it on. He didn't bother trying to find anything interesting. Rather he left it where it was and ended up watching bass fishing. He wasn't really paying attention to it. In fact he was completely zoning out.

Remus came out with a pillow and blanket for him and he didn't even notice. He just lay there on the couch staring at the TV, but not really seeing it at all.

He was more looking past the TV, searching with his mind for Harry. At first all he saw were old memories of Harry. He almost laughed when Harry popped up in his head dressed as a big orange pumpkin for his first muggle Halloween.

Yet, Sirius pushed through those memories and tried to focus on the present. It took a while, but eventually a new image of Harry came into his mind. There he was wearing the clothes Sirius had helped him put on that morning. Tears were streaming down his face and he was trembling. Sirius reached his arms up as if to pull him towards him. When he grabbed nothing but air, Sirius snapped out of it. His vision of Harry was gone.

Sirius clapped a hand to his head and groaned quietly. Tears of frustration were looming behind his eyes. He tried with all his might to get the vision back again, but there was nothing he could do to bring it back.

Sirius let the tears stream down his face as he stared up at the ceiling, feeling like more of a failure than ever. He then tried to gain control of himself. He knew it would do himself nor Harry any good to sit here crying.

After composing himself, he sat straight up and concentrated again. He pictured the vision he had earlier and it eventually came back to him.

He took in every last detail of where Harry was, and what was around him. Harry was in a cave. There were small plants growing inside it, so it must have been close to an opening. Deatheaters were milling around all the time, there were at least twenty of them. Sirius made sure he engraved these facts deeply in his mind and was about to stop watching and tell Remus, when he heard something.

"Sirius, Sirius, I need you," in Harry's voice echoed through his mind.

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Do you like? I originally had a slightly different vision of this chapter, but overall, I think I like the way it turned out. Please tell me what YOU think!

Next chapter should be out shortly as I have no big plans for the fourth of July weekend.