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She kept her eyes shut, listening to people walk around her. There weren't many of them and she couldn't figure out what they were saying. One of them had a raspy voice of a woman who had just got done screaming like one of the teachers at her school. Another that she could make out was a man who gave out short remarks. Everyone else in the room she couldn't quite hear, but what she did hear was the snickering and the scoffing that they made whenever someone would walk past her. She tried to move a bit, but remembered what had happened the last time. She had fallen over, thankfully, she was sitting on the ground against the wall. Now, she was up right again, wriggling her hands that were bound by ropes. She didn't dare to open her eyes.

Janie was scared, if that was anyway to put how a five year old girl would feel after being kidnapped. Well, no, she was more than scared. She stifled a whimpering, knowing exactly what would happen if she begun to cry. Being silenced was the last thing that she wanted again. No five year old didn't want to be able to not talk, and Janie most certainly didn't like it.

The woman snickered. "The poor thing is scared," she said walking to one side of the room. Janie felt her hands becoming untied. Once her hands were freed they flew to her eyes, covering them. She didn't dare look around her. The woman laughed at the little girls actions, as if that was going to do her any good. Children were so foolish, she thought. They had their own little world where to them, if they closed their eyes, everything would just disappear. Of course, the woman couldn't remember being a child. She remembered being a young lady.

One of the men in the room cleared his throat, glancing down at the shaking girl. He scoffed. "Then go get her a doll, Bella," he snapped, brushing past the woman forcefully, moving as far away from the blonde child as he could possibly get. He didn't want to be near it when it began to cry. The child was loud. "I trust that you remember what those are, yes?" he asked icily, glancing at the woman, ignoring the girl who let out a small whimper, clutching her hands over her eyes. A sneer curled on his lips. He never could stand children.

"Out in the lonely hours, the little girl has come to play. Out in the lonely hours, she has come to meet her day," the woman, Bella, snickered snidely, glaring at the man. She threw one hand into the air, turning to face the others with open arms. "Oh, truly, these are the lonely hours, and we haven't the time to play." A smiled, she saw, curled on the few other's lips. It wasn't a pleasant smile, it told her that they knew exactly what she was talking about. They had a job to do, and they were going to do it. And the girl was exactly their key. "And he will pay."

Janie stifled a cry and whimpered as quietly as she could, peaking through her fingers. She screwed her eyes shut once more. "I want my Daddy."

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"Moping around like a lost sixteen year old isn't going to do you any good, Potter."

"Right, and I suppose you would know then, yeah?"

"I would reckon I know a lot more about what may be happening than do."

"Fine."

The two men continued to shout at each other, the three others in the room watching bemusedly. Knowing fairly well that this wasn't going to get them anywhere. It had been twenty minutes since they last had a moment of silence before Harry decided he wanted to take a seat on the floor, and Draco saying something along the lines of how he should have been sitting in a chair, or at least on the couch like a civil person would. Neither of the two were acting like any civil person would. In all actuality, they were acting like fifteen year olds, maybe even thirteen year olds. The more they fought, the more immature they had seemed.

Hermione, watched the scene unfold before her with arms crossed over her chest. She couldn't believe the men. With Janie having been kidnapped right out of her own bedroom, the two former lovers (She was unsure if they were patched) were fighting as if they had just come back from a Quidditch game at Hogwarts in their fourth year. She could tell that Ron was highly amused by all of this, and that Kathryn looked as though she'd rather be anywhere than there. "Honestly, sit down," the woman snapped shutting her eyes. Both men had ceased in talking, and Draco stalked over to the nearest chair and took a seat. Harry plopped down on the arm of the sofa. "This is getting us nowhere, and we don't even know why Janie was kidnapped."

"Isn't that how it's supposed to be?" Ron asked, looking up. He shrugged his shoulders, ignoring all the dumbfound looks he was getting. "I mean, people aren't supposed to know why their kids are kidnapped. Harry, maybe someone has a grudge on you."

"Really, Ron? I had had no idea," Harry grumbled crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll be sure to inform the Daily Prophet first thing tomorrow, I'm sure everyone doesn't know already." He paused before placing his head into his hands. He really did sound like some teenager. He groaned into his hands before looking up. Harry glanced to Kathryn; she was the only one of them who had a Death Eater parent that was still alive, and she wasn't at all proud of the fact either. It had forced her into living at the Malfoy Manor with Narcissa, the twins, and Draco. Harry still didn't see how anyone could possibly deem the Malfoy Manor a safe place, he remembered all too well of Lucius Malfoy, and he wished he didn't.

Draco's thoughts were else where than the manor. He was actually trying to think of who would take Janie. If Lucius had been alive, he would have taken the girl and without a second thought, would have killed her right in front of Harry. He winced at the thought. There wasn't many Death Eaters left roaming London, and those that remained traveled in packs. They were probably using the London underground to get around. It seemed logical, that is - if they were traveling by underground. The blonde man crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes in concentration.

"It's my mum," Kathryn said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's got to be. She's still out there, isn't she? What's to say that she didn't find you and Janie, Harry?" She asked turning her attention to the older man. He was the youngest man in the room, but he was still older than she was, by a good year, too.

"Great," Draco said, placing his hands on his lap. "Just what we all need; a barking mad murderous raving lunatic who's one brain cell short of pure insanity."

Hermione just barked out a laugh before covering her mouth. "Bellatrix?" She asked, looking at Kathryn. "Katie, are you sure it's your mother, I mean, yes there aren't many female Death Eaters-" Katie gave her a look "-but how can we be sure that it was her?"

"Because I think I know my mothers brain works." Katie said simply, glancing at Harry sympathetically. "Catch them off guard, and get them where it hurts."

Harry groaned into his hands once more.

The last thing Harry needed was his daughter in the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange.