A/N: Finally, I've got the long-awaited update. So sorry this has taken two entire months to for me to get around to…oh well. Anyway, now for my responses to the lovely reviewers:

chaeli.meep. :I'm so glad you like it.

SeriousSiriusFan: I know they're stupid perverts…you don't know the half of it. And as for why the DEs want Remus…that's explained in this chapter.

lizbennett: I hate to tell you, but I may not be getting to the part where Remus is safe and everyone is happy for quite a while…

miranda: Thank you so much…I'm glad you think they're good.

Jedi Queen 001: hehe…I love suspense…

Icy Sapphire: You bet the Weasleys are there…

Dark Angel's Blue Fire: Thanks so much for the review.

Faerie Nyx: As I said before, the DE's (or rather, Voldie's) reasons for wanting our dear Moony are explained in this chapter…and it will be a while before the Potters find our young hero.

Jedi Master Moose Ass: A het fic is one about a relationship between a boy and a girl. Think heterosexual.

Jamie88: Thanks for reviewing…I'll try to update more often.

do do dooooocresendo do: I'm glad you like it. I went to Salyerville, Kentucky for about a week. Or is it Salyersville? I always get it mixed up.

Chapter Four

The first thing Remus was aware of when he came to was a dull ringing in his ears. He shook his head, trying to clear it – that only seemed to make it worse. Remus tried to move around, wanting to get some of the feeling back in his arms, but found that he couldn't. He finally noticed that his arms and legs were tightly bound by ropes – ropes, Remus realized, that were reinforced with some sort of spell. The werewolf could practically smell the magic coming off of them. Remus looked around the room he'd been left in, trying to remember how he'd gotten in this situation, and wondering where he was.

Remus could vaguely recall running through Ottery St. Catchpole, trying in vain to avoid the Death Eaters. He knew he'd been hit with something – probably a stunning spell – before blacking out. Remus looked around the room, and felt a nagging sense of recognition. The room was a large living room, full of extravagant furniture and the mantle over the impressive fireplace was covered in ornate carvings. There were two large bay windows against the rear wall, and between them was a mahogany bookshelf full of antique items. Detailed portraits littered the walls, each of them baring a solemn – and more important – moving visage. Everything about this room bespoke a rich – and therefore old – wizarding family. Remus knew he'd been here before, but couldn't seem to remember when. More than likely, the owners of this house (or, more likely, manor) had hosted a dinner party with his family as guests at some point.

Remus couldn't remember his parents being on especially good terms with any of the families who lived near the village, but knew that didn't mean much. He might not be anywhere near the town anymore. The thought that he had no idea where he was or what the Death Eaters wanted with him was not a comforting one. However, at least one of Remus' questions was answered barely a moment later. He heard the door, located somewhere behind him and two sets of footsteps strode across the hardwood floor towards him. Remus stayed where he was, not bothering to see who his captors were – he'd see their faces soon enough. He was right. Seconds later, the two people came striding into view. One was Lucius Malfoy – the owner of the manor. The other, much to Remus' surprise and dismay, was his cousin, Tiberius.

"Hello, cousin," Tiberius said with a smirk on his face. "Surprised? You shouldn't be – how did you think the Death Eaters found you so quickly?"

"You bastard," Remus spit out, his voice dripping with hatred as he tried to lash out with his feet at his cousin.

"Thank you. Now, I imagine you're probably wondering why you're here," Tiberius said, squatting so that he and Remus were on a level – though he made sure that he was out of the range of Remus' feet.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Remus said sarcastically.

"That," sneered Malfoy, openly eying Remus' prone form. "Should be quite obvious. After all, not only are you the son of two of the Ministry's most prominent employees, one of whom is the deputy head of Magical Law Enforcement, but you are also a werewolf. Or so your cousin was kind enough to inform my lord. And the Dark Lord is very interested in dark creatures…especially ones like you."

Remus paled at the mention of Voldemort, but refused to show his fear. "What do you mean, creatures like me?"

"What I mean is that the Dark Lord has a certain...fondness for young, attractive creatures," Malfoy said, his tone of voice and the look in his eyes leaving no doubt as to what he meant. "He will consider you quite the prize, I am sure."

When Mr. Potter and Professor Dumbledore arrived in Ottery St. Catchpole, they were shocked. This had obviously been unlike any Death Eater attack they'd ever witnessed. There had been a great deal of damage done to the buildings near the outskirts of the town, and several blast marks could be seen in the ground where curses had gone awry, but that was it. People were screaming, but there didn't seem to be any real damage done. And even more curiously, there were no casualties. None. Nonetheless, ministry officials were swarming throughout the streets, taking testimonies and changing memories.

"I don't understand it," Henry said, shaking his head in bewilderment. "This doesn't even look like a Death Eater attack – no dead bodies, no Dark Mark – not that I'm complaining. But it's strange. They normally leave some sort of sign beyond mere superficial damage to a few buildings."

"It is quite strange, even for Death Eaters," Dumbledore said in agreement. "Perhaps if we find the person who alerted the Ministry, they might help to shade some light on this."

"I hope so, Albus," Henry said with a nod. Rather than search on their own, the two men approached one of the Junior Aurors who'd been called out to fight. "Kingsley! We're looking for the person who contacted the ministry about the attack. Do you know who that was, and where we might find them?"

Kingsley was in the middle of interviewing a muggle woman with light brown hair who claimed she'd been in the post office sending a letter to her sister in London when the robed figures flooded the main street. He turned to his superior, saying, "Yes sir. It was Arthur Weasley's wife, and she's just down the street being questioned by Alastor Moody."

Dumbledore and Mr. Potter nodded and looked around for Moody and Mrs. Weasley. As soon as they spotted a slightly short, plump red-haired woman with two small boys clinging to each of her hands while she talked to a man with a heavily scarred and pitted face, they made their way over to them. "Hello, Alastor, Molly, boys," Dumbledore said pleasantly. The smallest of the two red-haired boys, who looked to be about three, was apparently already shaken up by the attack (as well as Alastor Moody) tried to hide behind his mother at the arrival of the newcomers.

"Dumbledore, Potter," Moody greeted them. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Actually, we wanted a word with Mrs. Weasley," Henry said. "I understand you told the Ministry that it looked as though the Death Eaters were chasing a boy?"

"Yes, that's right," Mrs. Weasley said with a nod. It was obvious that she wanted to help as much as possible, but also that she wanted to get her sons home. "Bill! Stop that," She scolded her oldest son, who was five, and couldn't seem to stop fidgeting and pulling on her arm.

"I saw the child, though I didn't get a good look at him," She said, turning back to the three men. "But the Death Eaters seemed to be focusing their attacks on him."

"You said you thought it was Remus Lupin," Dumbledore stated gently, smiling down at the two boys.

"I can't be sure," Mrs. Weasley said apologetically. "But he certainly seemed to look like him – we saw his pictures all over the paper this morning. Poor thing. His family must be frantic. I know I would be, if it was one of my boys."

"Do you know what happened to him?" Moody asked. "Did they capture him?"

Just as Mrs. Weasley was about to say she didn't know, Bill spoke up. "Yes. I saw them, mummy. They hit him with a spell, and he fell down. Two of them tied him up, and then they picked him up and carried him off."

"Did you see anything else, Bill?" Dumbledore asked. Mrs. Weasley seemed too surprised to say anything.

Bill nodded. "One of their masks fell off, and I saw their face."

All of the adults' eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even Charlie peeked out from behind his mother to stare at Bill. "You did?" Mr. Potter asked. "Can you tell us what he looked like?"

"Sure," Bill said with all the carelessness of a five year old who had no idea about the importance of what he was saying. "I only saw her cuz I was sitting outside the clothes store eating chocolate when they got here. But it wasn't a man – it was a woman I saw. She was really pretty and had dark hair. And I heard one of the others call her Bell-a-tricks," he said, stumbling over the strange word. "Is that her name?"

"Yes, it is," Mr. Potter said darkly, his face pale. He knew that if Bellatrix Lestrange was involved, things weren't looking good for Remus.

A/N: And so ends another chapter. I'd greatly appreciate some feedback. Just no flames.