Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of JKR. The story and Lindsey Roberts is mine. A/N: This is my second Fan Fiction here, please review!

Chapter 5

The ministry seemed to be extra crowed this day. Many people where rushing in and out of the ministers office. Papers floated on the air transporting messages from employee to employer. It seemed as though everyone was on fast forward; everyone except, that is, Harry Potter.

He sat, looking extremely bored, and occasionally taking his glasses off to rub his tired eyes. Harry had been there for at least half of the day, waiting for the minister to see him. Extremely excited about their break in the case Harry was more than eager to get back and find out how everything was.

But as per usual the minister was booked, and seeing Harry seemed to be the last thing on his mind. Finally after it was beginning to become dark outside of the charmed windows, the minister walked out. He was a portly man, with what used to be golden blonde hair. Now, because of age and stress, it was whiter than anything else.

Harry stood up respectfully and smiled, but the minister, instead of a smile, frowned. "Potter, what are you doing here?" He asked obviously seeming a bit confused.

Harry straightened himself and reminded himself that this was his boss, and he had to be courteous. "Minister, sir, we had a meeting today to discuss the case that Herm..." but he was rudely interrupted by the minister "Ah! That's right, completely forgot. Well I was just on my way home. But if you could just give me an over view of how things are working I will let you know if I approve or not."

Taking a deep breath and trying to regain control of his anger, Harry gritted his teeth and forced a pathetic smile onto his face. "Well, sir, there was a new attack today, as I am sure you are well aware of. And we have made a break through in figuring out a link in the cases and we think we might be able to trap Vold..." Harry was saying in a rushed and hurried voice without breathing. "Right fine. It seems to me like you have everything under control. Eh if that will be all?" said the minister looking very agitated.

Again Harry had to regain control of his anger, but instead of answering he just shook his head no. "Good then. Uh well see you tomorrow then Potter. Good night!" He said and patting Harry on the shoulder walked away.

Looking after the minister Harry just shook his head and with a loud POP apparated back into the aurors room; where he saw Lindsey sitting and reading a very large book, while high lighting things.

He grimaced as he walked over to her, "God I am glad that is over! What an ass." he said shaking his head. Lindsey looked up and smiled at him. "So did you figure anything out?" Harry asked her as he sat down across from her.

"Actually I did. The other man in the photograph is named Alex Randolph, Hermione and Ron are supposed to be at his house watching over him right now. Think we should go over and see how they are doing?" She asked eagerly with a glint of light in her eyes.

Harry thought for a moment and then smiled kindly. "No...I think I should go over and see how they are doing. You wait here okay?" he said looking Lindsey in the eyes. She squinted up at him and as her lips became very thin she just nodded.

POP he was gone and Lindsey was all alone in the room again. "What do they think I am just a baby or something? I can handle myself too! I graduated auror training just like they did, I can cope with this!" She said loudly to no one in particular.

Harry found himself in the very same room that Hermione and Ron had been in. He looked around at the disgusting mess, and started look for Ron or Hermione. The good news was it didn't look like Alex was there, the bad news was it didn't look like Hermione or Ron where either.

After searching the rooms, he went back to the living room and looking around on the floor he spotted foot prints in the dust. One large set had to belong to Ron and as Harry inspected them it looked like the feet had been dragged away. His heart beating quickly he looked at the smaller set he assumed was Hermione's and hers had the same markings.

"Ron! Hermione!" He screamed against his better judgment. No answer. "You guys where are you? Are you okay, can you answer me?" He said looking around franticly.

There was another loud pop and a trophy appeared in the middle of the room with a note that fell softly to the floor next to it. Harry marched around it examining it closely. It wasn't an ordinary trophy, this was the triwizards trophy. He reached over and grabbed the envelope.

Bighead Potter,

You have escaped me for the last time! I have your friends, and they are going to die if you don't come to rescue them. But then again we all know how much you love to play the "hero." If you tell anyone else about this they will die without you ever showing up, and if you show up with someone they will be killed right in front of you. I advise you to make sure you understand your priorities, and know that this letter once delivered to you will only save your friends lives for 3 more hours. Though that doesn't mean they haven't been tortured. Trust me, I will dream of their screams of pain forever! Use the port key when you are ready to face me. And Harry don't be late, I would hate for you to miss the murder of your friends as you did your parents!

The Dark Lord

Harry looked back down at the trophy. It reflected his eyes as the tears began to fall down his face. Voldemort had kidnapped his best friends. He was going to kill them unless he, Harry, did something. He wiped his eyes. He knew what he had to do. Not even having to think on it twice. He gripped his wand hard in his hand and reached over to grab the port key.