Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I was really proud of that one. Anyway, I'm going to start getting more in depth into the plot now, so it'll be more interesting to read from now on, I hope! Enjoy~

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The next day everyone at the Ministry was up and about placing wards around the entire building. Adonis entered the office as he did every morning to see Harry and Ron sitting silently on the black leather couch.

"Well aren't we a cheerful bunch this morning?" He said as he hung his coat up and nonchalantly walked over to his desk. Sitting down, he blindly reached for the 'In' box on his desk, but his hand only grasped air. Quirking an eyebrow, he turned his chair back to his two partners. "Where's Hermione? She's normally here before any of us."

The two Aurors shot him looks that could kill. Immediately, he wished he had kept his mouth shut. For several minutes the three men sat in an awkward silence.

"She's gone." Ron finally muttered, running both hands through his violent red hair. Both Harry and Ron looked as though they hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, and Adonis was starting to realize why.

"Gone, what do you mean gone? Did she go on vacation or something?" He asked hesitantly, not wanting to make the two men any more flustered.

"Gone, as in she's no longer here." The redhead answered sarcastically. "According to someone who lives in her building, she was walking up the steps to her apartment and then just vanished into thin air. She hasn't come back yet."

"We don't think she apparated, because it didn't make a noise. Besides, she would have been back right now. She's never left without giving us some type of notice before." Harry added, his normally vivid green eyes looking glazed and tired.

"Has she been the only other person reported missing lately?" He asked, the urgency showing in his voice. If what he thought had happened to her had actually occurred than they might never see her again. There was a possibility that it was already to late to save her.

"No, actually." Harry said skeptically. "There were four other people who vanished yesterday. People by the name of Acetone, Hannot, Brige, and Malfoy."

"Malfoy? Narcissa Malfoy?" Adonis said, immediately shooting up in his chair. The name wound itself around his heart like a snake and constricted itself. Harry reached for the piece of parchment in front of him and skimmed the page quickly.

"Malfoy, Narcissa. Yeah, that's her. Why?" The gray eyed man didn't say anything. He simply shook his head and stared in disbelief at the wooden floor.

Why in the world would He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named want her? She's a pureblooded witch, not one of the muggleborns or muggles he's after.

There was only one thing he could think of that would qualify for her capture, and the name echoed through his head like church bells ringing.

Lucius. Could it be possible that he never forgave my father for what he did? But that was years ago... He would have had to have gotten over it by now, wouldn't he?

"What was that?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at the confused looking black haired man sitting across from him. Adonis snapped out of his daze, looking up at his partner.

"Nothing, just thinking to myself. Sorry." Both Aurors noticed the look of fear and confusion that passed over their newest partners face but said nothing of it. They let him mull over whatever it was he needed to think about. "Where does Hermione live?"

"15 Sparrow Avenue, apartment 3B." Ron answered without thinking. He then looked across the coffee table at Adonis, distrustfully. "Why?"

"I'm going to go check it out, look for clues as to where she might have gone. Doesn't look like we'll have any work today." He stood up from his chair so fast that is rolled back and collided with the wooden desk behind it. Quickly, he strode towards the coat rack and grabbed his jacket.

"Look for clues? You sound like a bloody muggle detective." Harry said, smirking slightly. Ron looked at them both, confused.

"Detective? What's that?" Adonis quickly left the room as Harry attempted to explain what a detective was to Ron using many flamboyant hand gestures.

For ten minutes he anxiously pushed his way through the crowded streets until he arrived outside a small white brick building on Sparrow Avenue. Swinging one of the French doors open, he took the stairs two at a time and jogged the rest of the way down the hall until he arrived at 3B. After muttering 'Alohomora' under his breath, he impatiently opened the door and stepped inside the apartment.

The emptiness of the room surprised him. He had assumed that she was the type of girl who would have bookshelves lining the walls filled with old volumes she'd found at used bookstores or gotten from her grandmother. Her walls were completely empty, and what books she did have were either in the dozens of boxes lining the room's walls or strewn across her few pieces of furniture. It actually reminded him a lot of his own apartment, cold and empty.

One chair in particular caught his eye. It looked more used than the others, and looked as though the seat was about to wear through. Stacked around the chair were multitudes of books. Some of the volumes were thick, others thicker. Scattered amongst the books and across the cushion of the armchair were pieces of crisp new parchment.

As he neared the other side of the room he could recognize Hermione's tiny scrawl covering the papers. He could see her smudged fingerprints along the edges of the paper; it was obvious she had been writing late at night. He picked up one of the documents and began to scan the page.

The reports of missing people have been mainly centered around a small town in the English countryside called *New Point. From what I found out at the library it's a sparsely populated place with lots of flat, open land. It sounds like the perfect place for him to open up one of his camps. No one would ever know it was there. That's my best guess for where all these people are being held. I only hope that we can figure all of this out before any of them are killed¼

"She's been researching without me¼" He muttered to himself, but smiled slightly anyway. "She always was ahead of the game."

His eyes grew wide as he noticed one word written with extreme delicacy in the corner of the parchment. Adonis

Feeling his heart catch in his throat, he sunk down into the armchair, crunching several of her papers in the process. He could only think of one reason that she would have written that down, and he hoped with all his might that he was wrong. If she got attached to him, or vice versa, it could mean horrible things for both of them. Yet, he couldn't help the happy feeling that came over him when he read his name on her paper, meant for only her eyes to see. It gave him a feeling of being wanted, needed. The only other time he had ever felt that way was around his mother, and he didn't know what to think about it.

Snapping out of his daze, he grabbed the piece of parchment and exited her flat, making sure to lock the door behind him. It took him only a few minutes to arrive back at the Ministry building where Harry and Ron still sat side by side on the couch glaring menacingly at the wall opposite from them. He stood in the doorway, catching his breath from sprinting to the office.

"Honestly you two, are you going to just sit around and mope all day or are you going to help me?" He said between large breaths of the air. Both men looked up at him, clearly confused. "I went to Hermione's apartment. I think I know where she and most of these other people are, or she knew. She wrote it on this. Now come on, we need to get some more people to come with us. There's no way we can do it ourselves."

He held out the piece of parchment to Harry, who hesitantly took it from him. He held it out to Ron and they both quickly scanned the paper, their eyes growing larger by the second.

"So this New Point place, that's where Hermione is?" Ron said, looking up from the parchment to the black haired man in the doorway. Adonis took the paper away before either of them realized what else she had written.

"That's her theory, and when have you ever known Hermione's theories to steer you wrong?" Adonis answered and smirked slightly. Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What would you know about Hermione's theories? You've worked here a grand total of a week." The bespeckled man questioned. Adonis could feel some of the color drain from his face, but he kept the same confident smirk. He knew his collected composure was fading fast.

"It's an assumption Potter. She's the smartest witch I've ever met. Now, come on, get up. We have to go; it might already be too late." He hoped his voice came out sounding sure of himself, although he was almost positive he had used his signature drawl. He turned to leave and head the sound of two sets of footsteps following him. "Any ideas on who would be willing to come with us?"

I've got to stop making so many bloody slip-ups. He told himself.

"Anyone in this sector really, but I know who I want to come." Harry said, pulling ahead of Adonis. "Follow me." And so they did. Through a labyrinth of hallways, twisting and turning in every direction imaginable they followed him without speaking a word. By the time Harry stopped Adonis was sure they had walked upside down at least once.

"So where are we Potter?" He asked, looking at the door. It didn't have the nameplates on it like their office did. It was a plain wooden door that had been painted black what looked like several years ago, for it had started to fade and chip around the doorknob.

Harry didn't answer his question, he knocked on the door three times before turning the knob and entering the cluttered office. Inside were two men, huddled over a box of take out Chinese food.

"You got the last piece of beef last time!" One of them shouted at the other. "I'm telling you it's my turn!"

"That's where you're mistaken, my dear Padfoot. I got the last piece of chicken last time. You got the last piece of beef. Therefore it is my turn." And before the man called Padfoot could protest further, the other speared the piece of beef on his fork and ate it.

"Guys, can you stop fighting over food for a minute? We all know that you have five containers of the same thing at home to eat later. We need your help now." Harry said. Both men looked at him and smiled. Adonis recognized them once he saw their faces. One was the notorious Sirius Black, who'd been all over the Daily Prophet during their second year at school, and the other was none other than Remus Lupin, his old professor. It was then that he realized that he was probably gaping at the pair of them and shut his mouth.

"Hey Harry! Haven't seen you in a while. How have you been? Good I hope, haven't been eating any of your own cooking have you?" Sirius said, a smile lighting up his face. He still looked like a man who hadn't seen the light of day in five years, but the color was returning to his cheeks and he had regained most of the wait lost while in Azkaban.

"We can chat later Sirius, we really need to go now. I'll explain on the way." Harry said and motioned to the door. Both men stood up to follow him, and the group of five entered the hallway again. "We have one more person to get. I think it'll be safer if I do it since he still hates you Sirius, no matter how many times I tell him you two are on the same side."

"Oh no, Harry, you don't mean... He's not coming is he? Please tell me you're kidding. You have to be." Sirius looked dumbstruck. The look on the grown man's face was so comical Adonis nearly chuckled but caught himself just in time.

"He has to come, he's one of our most valuable allies, and you know that. Honestly, I don't see why you two can't just get over it. It was a long time ago. I mean, he doesn't hate me anymore. Why should it be different for you?" Harry said, sighing.

"You're one to talk. I don't see you being buddy-buddy with that Malfoy boy." Lupin responded. Harry visibly stiffened but continued walking at the same brisk pace. Adonis felt stomach jump up into his throat when his name was mentioned. Don't say anything, don't screw up again. He willed himself.

"That's different." Harry said shortly. "No one's seen him for months. It's like he's vanished or something. Not that the world's not a better place for it."

You're crossing the line now Potter. If you only knew what I've had to go through because you lived.

"See? You're still talking bad about him. Give him a little break, look at who he had for parents. It's no wonder he turned out the way he did." Lupin said.

He did not just insult my parents. My father would be alright to ridicule, but to include my mother... Before Adonis retorted at him, Sirius spoke up.

"Don't insult the boy's parents. Lucius was the only bad one of the pair. You read about what he did to his wife." He said. Adonis glanced over and saw a fire alive in the man's eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Okay, fine. But my point is Harry, even if he hadn't disappeared would you have tried to make things good between you two?" The ex-professor said, giving Sirius a knowing look. Harry simply mumbled something incoherent and continued leading the pack down the narrow hallway. Once they arrived outside the building he excused himself to go fetch the final member of the party. The remaining four stood silently until he and a rather disgruntled looking Snape returned.

"Potter, you didn't tell me he would be here." He said and looked down his crooked nose at Sirius.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Snivillus. I'm not exactly thrilled to see you either." Sirius said and frowned at the taller man.

"Really, Black. I really had hoped we were over this name calling business. It's rather juvenile don't you think?" The potions master gave him a fake smile before turning his attention to Harry. "Now Potter, would you mind telling us why we're all here?"

"Yeah Harry, you didn't tell us either. What's going on?" Lupin added.

"Well, actually, I'm not really completely sure. Adonis is the one that told me and Ron about it so I'll let him explain it to you." Harry said, scratching his head. He motioned for the other man to step forward.

"Alright, well, how to put this shortly... As you all probably know there have been lots of disappearances lately of muggles and muggleborns. Well, Hermione and I did some research and it turns out that there was a similar instance to this one a few decades ago, so we wondered if they could be linked.

"Last time You-Know-Who kept all of the people in these things called concentration camps where he tortured them and killed them all off. That is, until Dumbledore finally made the Ministry what was happening, and they got some forces together, teamed up with some muggle troops from Europe and the United States, and went after him.

"We think that he's trying to do the same thing again, or one of his followers is since he was defeated several years back." The five men before his murmured their agreement on that.

"Anyway, Hermione was taken last night. I searched her apartment and found that she had been doing some research in her spare time and she narrowed down all the possible places they could be to New Point. So that's where we're going." He said. By the end of his speech all of the men, even the older ones, were shocked speechless. Sirius was the first one to speak up.

"Has anyone else we know been taken?" He asked, raiding his mind for the names of any muggleborns he knew.

"No one else from the Ministry, Hermione is the only one. It's funny that you should mention the Malfoys Lupin, because on our records Narissa Malfoy was the only pureblooded person to be abducted." Harry said and turned to the man on his right.

"Narcissa." Sirius corrected him. He brushed off his robes with his hands before continuing to speak. "Well, what are we waiting for? Time's wasting, let's go."

With a sound like a gunshot all six men apparated to a place called New Point in the English country side, not completely prepared for what awaited them when they arrived.

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*New Point is a town I created myself, not a real place. So don't go looking for it! You might get lost, and I don't want to have to take responsibility for finding you.

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