Janie Potter quietly closed the door to her room and made way to sit on her bed. With her legs folded under her she closed her eyes tightly. She could hear angry voices past the hall, that wasn't a place that she had wanted to be. Her dad was yelling something awful, and getting yelled at in return by another man. Oh, of course little Janie knew who the other man was; he was the same man that had been coming over for the past few weeks. The blonde one. Each time him and her dad would always start to fight, but this time it was worse, because this time they were yelling at each other. The five year old didn't even understand what they were fighting about this time. Last time they had been fighting about something that had happened during school - when they were still in school.

The girl bit down on her bottom lip and looked around her room. She had just noticed for the first time, since she had come in, that it was dark. A little whimper escaped her and she sucked in a deep breath. She could do this. There was nothing in the dark. She felt around for her bear, Gruffy, and held him close before glancing around the room once more, green eyes darting to the corners of the room. Of all of the things that Janie had to be afraid of, it had to be the dark. With a small 'eep' the little girl closed her eyes once more.

Janie clutched Gruffy tightly. "Mummy said there's nothing to be afraid of," she said into the fur of her bear, her eyes still tightly shut. She could still hear her dad and the man fighting but they weren't yelling anymore. "Daddy will be here soon, and he'll make the monsters go away, Gruffy," she continued matter-of-factly. Finally having been sitting in the dark room for a while, her eyes began to adjust to he darkness, and she was better able to look around the room. Everything looked in place. Her dresser was still where it had always been. Same for her toy chest, and small bookshelf. She couldn't help but to smile faintly to her self before she slipped off her bed and made way for her closet. She tripped twice on her way, over a small rag doll and a plastic teacup.

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In the living room Harry sat down on the couch. Having just slammed the front door shut. Again peace and quiet ruled in the house, and the man wouldn't have it any other way. During the time that he had spent yelling at Draco he had seen Janie go into her room. By now, he figure, she had to have been asleep - granted if her light didn't go out on her again. Every time that little night light went out that girl would always wake up, and scream something awful. He was used to it. Five years of being the father to Janie would do that. Get him used to her late night screaming. Well, it wasn't screaming exactly. It was more of her screaming for him to go and fix her light and to make the monsters go away.

Standing up, Harry yawned, stretching his hands over his head. He began to walk toward the kitchen so that he could put things away from dinner, and clean up a bit. That was when he heard Janie scream. It wasn't one of her screams of 'There are monsters in the room', it was just a regular high pitched scream of a five year old. Harry stopped everything that he was about to do, halting in mid step before Janie screamed again. Now he bolted toward the door, and threw it open. He got there in time to see a figure, clearly female by the looks of it, clutching his daughter before disapparating with her with a loud crack.

"Merlins teeth," Harry hissed to himself. "Holy bugger. Fuck." With that the man turned on his heel, making quick to leave the house, in search of Draco. He'd get Draco, then he would get Kathryn, and then get would get Ron and Hermione.

Janie Potter had just been kidnapped.