Well, Heres the next chapter.

Moonfyre and Kilikapele thanks for reiewing.

Jeanne2 - Yes it was Sirius, Voldemort was torturing. And just for you, there's a bit more about the captives in this chapter. : )


"Megan," began Remus.

Megan bowed her head and started sobbing gently.

"Don't start Remus. Please. I'm sorry. We're not supposed to be here. I have no idea where we are."


Voldemort sighed and lowered his wand. He was going to get nothing out of this man. He had too many noble ideas and it seemed that no amount of pain could break him. How unlike his brother. The younger Black had not been able to stick to his commitments and had wanted to back out. The man was weak. Two minutes under the Cruciatus curse and the younger man had been begging for mercy. Lord Voldemort does not give mercy: he rewards and punishes. It was a shame though, because when Black had been initiated he had had so much promise.

"Out! Out!" said Voldemort to his Death Eaters. He had just realised something and did not want his loyal followers to see him uncertain.

The Death Eaters hurried quickly out of the room. They knew their lord wanted to be left alone and nobody was going to argue with that. As the last Death Eater left, the door slammed and Voldemort locked it with a wave of his wand.

Voldemort stood motionless in the middle of the bare room with his eyes closed. He wanted to see the spell that he had used earlier. There had been something strange about the four people he had transported. Voldemort had only just realised now what it was, he had to check to confirm his suspicions though. There it was. Voldemort searched each layer of the spell for the magical signatures of the four people. Leglimency had other uses, not just getting into people's heads. He found them buried deep underneath the main section of the spell. Voldemort's eyes flew open in shock. He had been right. Two people he recognised: that Potter girl who just wouldn't die and the werewolf, the one of the fewwho had not joined his army and the only one still alie. The other two were familiar but Voldemort couldn't place – no, that's not possible, he thought, Potter and Weasley. The signatures were too young to be the two wizards that annoyed him the most. No, they seemed closer in age to the girl. But that couldn't be possible. Potter hadn't had another child, Voldemort knew that from his spy, and Weasley's children were older and only one was the same as the Potter girl. The signatures weren't exactly the same age just similar. This merited an investigation.


"Fred," said Hermione quietly, "Do you think he's okay?"

The redhead rolled over on the floor, trying hard not to cry out and looked Hermione in the eyes, or as much as he could in the dark.

"Hermione, it's probably exactly the same thing as he did to me," answered Fred softly.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione. "You sound worse."

Fred smiled slightly, but Hermione couldn't see.

"Thanks. Makes me feel a lot better."

"You know what I mean."

"I'll be alright. This is nothing new. But what about you? Your leg."

Hermione dragged herself closer to Fred. She couldn't walk on her leg. She needed a doctor or her leg would probably go septic. Hermione knew this and wasn't going to fool herself.

"No problem. It still hurts a bit but I've had worse. Being friends with Harry, it's something I can't avoid, but I won't abandon him."

"Hermione who are you really?" Hermione didn't answer so Fred rephrased his question. "I've never known James, Sirius or that lot to trust someone as quickly as they did you and your friends."

"Didn't they tell you who we were?" asked Hermione, a little surprised.

"No, all I know is mum and dad were really upset after talking to James."

"Umm, well, I suppose it's only fair, since we'll be stuck here until Harry and Ron decide to get off their butts and rescue us."

"Aren't you expecting too much. I mean, your friends don't even know where we are and there's only two of them."

"You don't know my friends very well."

"You're right, I don't."

"Let's just say we're not from around here. We're from a very faraway place and I have no idea how we're going to get home." Hermione lowered her voice to a whisper. "You see we are from a different reality. A place that is totally different to this world."

"Yeah right," scoffed Fred. "I only asked a simple question. No need to treat me like an idiot."

"Don't believe me then. But you'll see I'm telling the truth when Harry and Ron come. I hope Sirius is alright and that he comes back soon."

"Hermione, you know that when Sirius comes back, they'll probably take you," said Fred quietly.

Hermione took a breath and then said, "I know."


"Megan!" shouted Remus, "I thought you knew where we were going."

Megan stepped back slightly. Remus was furious, but strangely, Harry and Ron didn't seem that concerned.

"I did know where that spell was supposed to take us. Somebody hijacked it or something and threw us somewhere else. Don't blame me!" she said slowly.

"Hijacked? How could somebody hijack a spell?" shouted Remus again, although it was not as loud.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's possible."

Remus opened his mouth to continue his tirade when Harry intervened. This argument was getting tiresome and it wasn't going to solve their little problem of being lost.

"Remus, stop it. It's not her fault. Isn't that obvious? Stop shouting at her. If we explore this area we'll probably find out exactly where we are and then we can get back to rescuing Hermione."

Remus glared at him. Harry glared back at the older man. Finally Remus relented and backed down.

"Fine," he huffed. "We'd better pair up–"

"Yeah, Megan, come with me. Ron go with Remus." Harry looked Remus in the eye. "I don't trust you not to start yelling at her again."

Remus shoulders fell but he said nothing. Harry was glad, he didn't want to argue with him. Harry turned and walked off, grabbing Megan's arm as he went.

Harry led Megan off down a weather beaten path and Ron and Remus walked off in the opposite direction. The path weaved to and fro, not once going in a straight line. Harry and Megan said nothing to each and walked in silence for the better part of an hour. Megan wanted to give up and go back. There was nothing that she recognised around here. Harry convinced her to walk just a bit further because they might possibly find something just around the corner.

Harry turned the last corner at the end of the path and stopped so suddenly that Megan bumped straight into him.

"Oof. Harry, what d'you stop for?" asked Megan, rubbing her nose. It had gone straight into her brother's back.

Harry turned and grinned at her.

"Told you we'd find something. Look." Harry pointed vaguely behind him. Megan peered around him and glared playfully at Harry.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Always right aren't you?"

"You know it Megan."

Harry looked around again. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it. This place still had buildings. Buildings that were standing, that hadn't been destroyed, they'd just been abandoned. This place didn't speak Death. In front of Harry was a large derelict building. It was very tall but Harry couldn't make out how many floors it had because he couldn't see any windows. All around the building, paper was scattered over the muddy grass. Some had been trod into the ground but most of it was flying around freely in the wind.

"I'll send up sparks for Ron and Remus." Harry pulled out his wand but Megan grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"No Harry. If you do that anyone can see. The Order developed a spell just for this purpose. It only catches the attention of the person or people it is aimed at. Watch." Megan pulled out her wand and pointed it in the general direction of where she thought Ron and Remus were.

"Abarorium Locatus," said Megan quietly. Harry glanced curiously at her. Nothing happened. Harry opened his mouth to say something when he heard somebody coming quickly done the path. Megan saw him tense up and put her hand on his wand to stop him from doing anything stupid.

"It's Remus and your friend," she said. Harry lowered his wand but didn't put it away. He didn't know how Ron and Remus could have got there so fast but Megan was certain so…

Ron and Remus appeared in front of them. Megan was right.

"What did you find?" asked Remus quickly. Harry was going to ask how they got there so quick but that could wait till later.

Megan knelt down and picked something off the floor. She handed it to Remus to look at. It was and advertising flyer. It advertised things people could do during the day trip to this mountain.

Ron looked at Harry and Megan disbelievingly.

"We're in Wales? How the bloody hell did we get to Wales?"

Harry shrugged.

"We haven't had a chance to look round properly but there's a building that looks like it could have been a hotel," said Harry. The other three looked questioningly at him. "It's a muggle thing. They stay in hotels when they go on holiday or something. They get rooms to stay in and food, entertainment, stuff like that." They nodded, understanding what Harry said. "There's not really much else, but there's loads of paper and stuff on the floor. Ron?"

Ron was staring intently at a spot behind Harry. Ron walked around his friend and over to the place he had been staring at. He knelt down and rubbed his hand over the floor. Ron looked up at Harry.

"I was right. Look. The ground is muddy otherwise they wouldn't still be here."

"What?" asked his friend curiously.

"Footprints. Fresh ones. And they lead off that way." Ron pointed in front of him. "There's a path or something. I can see it from down here." A path that Harry hadn't seen. It had been expertly hidden behind rocks and overgrown plants. It was if somebody had moved the rocks to purposely hide the path. Recently too.

"Looks like we're going that way," said Megan.


"I want to find out whom I sent awry with that spell and I want to know where they went," said Voldemort to the black robed figure in front of him.

"Of course my Lord. Might I ask how you want us to find them?" the person asked slowly. He didn't want to incur the wrath of his Master. He did.

"Idiot! Find them the same way you find anything else. LOOK!" shouted Voldemort. "CAN YOU NOT EVEN THINK OF THAT BY YOURSELF." The Death Eater cowered. "Get out of my sight before I punish you for your idiocy."

"Yes my Lord." The Death Eater hurried out of the door, trying hard not to trip over his robes. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Idiots," muttered Voldemort out loud. "All of them are idiots. Why do they all have to be idiots?"

Voldemort needed that Potter girl, the Werewolf and the other two. There was something strange about the other two. They were a Weasley and Potter and he needed to find out just who they were,


The Death Eater who had just seen Voldemort led the search. He had split the available Death Eaters into groups. He sent them all over the country. He found that it was the best way to find something lost. He just prayed that they found these people. He didn't know why his Master wanted them so badly though.

His eyes roved over his group. Some were wearing masks, some not. Now, the Death Eaters didn't need to hide their identities. There was barely anybody opposing them now and the Death Eaters didn't have to lead normal lives as well as serving their Lord anymore. Some Death Eaters still chose to hide behind the safety of the mask. They had grown accustomed to it and chose to wear them. He chose to wear his mask. He had been a Death Eater since the beginning of Voldemort's rise to power. It was most of the younger followers who chose not to wear masks. He was a stickler for tradition and saw that there was no reason to change.

He was one of Voldemort's trusted Death Eaters. Of course, there had been a time when he was unsure of where his loyalties lay and he had gone to that muggle loving fool for help. After a time though, a few years in fact, he decided that he had much more to gain with Voldemort. It was the Potter boys' death that changed it. The boy was supposed to be able to vanquish the Dark Lord but he had died. There was no one able to destroy his Master. He switched sides again, back to the true power. It had taken a while to gain Voldemort's trust again, but he had done it and was now placed in charge of some of the most important missions.

"We start at the cave that the spell originated. It is vital we find these four people."

The Death Eaters acknowledged this and parted to let him lead the way. There were many wards around the building and an anti-apparition ward was one of them. The Death Eaters had to walk off of the grounds of the castle before they could apparate anywhere.

They walked out of the large ornate doors. For a mass murderer Voldemort lived in luxury. They walked down the stone path through the immaculately presented gardens and out through the gates off of the ground.

"Everyone knows where we are going?" He waited for his group to nod. "Follow me."

The man disappeared with a pop. The other seven Death Eaters quickly followed.


"You know, this didn't look this long from down there," said Ron. He was breathing very heavily.

"Ron, that is not helping. Just walk," said Harry irritably. They had been walking uphill for three hours straight now with no signs of letting up. Ron was right though. From down by the buildings the path had not looked nearly as long at actually was. The path was basically just a heavily used grass track. There were people here, that much was obvious, and they needed to find them. On one side was a mountain, which mountain, none of them were sure, and on the other was a row of overgrown bushes and then a very long drop down to the bottom. Needless to say, the little group stayed very close to the rock face.

"If we don't find something soon," puffed Ron, "I vote we go back."

"Stop whining you two. It's not that bad," said Remus. He was still walking with the same vigour has he had started with. So was Megan. It seemed that they had had a lot more practice walking like this, Harry reasoned. Him and Ron hadn't. Ron said exactly what Harry was thinking.

"You obviously walk a lot more than me and Harry. We don't need to at home. Not this much anyway so leave us alone. We're doing what we can." Ron peered up ahead and said happily, "Look. I think the path stops up there."

Harry followed his gaze and was quick to agree with his friend. The group quickly hurried up the path to the top and were greeted by a sheer piece of mountain wall.

"Oh great," sighed Ron. "All that walking and for what? A mountain wall. I hate this place."

"There's got to be something here," said Megan frantically. "There has to be." She looked around but was dismayed to find there was nothing else. There was the mountain surrounding them on two sides, the path behind them and a sheer drop to the other.

Remus pulled the frantic girl into a hug.

"Don't worry sweetie. We'll go back down and start again."

That was all there was to it. There was nothing up the top of the path. They had done all that walking for nothing. They had to go back to the bottom.

Megan quickly pulled away from Remus and glanced around quickly.

"What was that?" she said quietly.

"What was what?" asked Remus.

"Didn't you hear that?" Megan's eyes darted around.

"What?" asked Remus curiously. He certainly hadn't heard anything. He glanced at the two boys standing in front of him. They shrugged.

"There!" she squeaked, pointing at the bushes that were between them and the very long drop.

Remus looked intently at the bushes for a moment and then turned to look at Megan.

"There's nothing there, Megs. It was probably just the wind."

Megan stared suspiciously at the bushes. She knew that there was something there. She had heard something that definitely wasn't the wind.

The wind dropped and the air started to get even colder than it already was. Harry shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

To Harry, it felt as if the air around him was freezing. A quick glance at his companions showed that they felt the same as well. Instinctively, they moved closer together, afraid of what was happening.

Without warning, a thick, heavy fog descended around the mountaintop. It was so thick that if Harry and his companions hadn't moved closer together, they would have surely lost each other in it, even though they were only metres apart. The silence was deafening. There was no sound, nothing. It was as if these four people were the only people left in the world.

Harry could barely make out his friends on the fog so he stuck out both his hands to ensure that they were still there. He was half expecting the fog to restrict his movements, being as thick as it was. He grabbed hold of the people next to him, Ron and Megan, and moved closer.

"Dispercia," said Remus. He had his wand out and it was pointed at the dense fog. Instead of dispersing the fog, as it was supposed to, the fog appeared to absorb the spell, and, if possible, it seemed to get thicker, blocking out the suns light.

"Well, that was weird," said Ron casually. His voice was very muffled, like he was wearing a scarf that covered his mouth.

"Grab the person next to you," said Remus. "We don't want to lose each other. Or walk off the cliff," he added quietly to himself.

Megan spun around very quickly, breathing sharply. There was definitely something there. She had felt something touch the back of her legs.

"Megs, are you alright?"

"Remus, I just felt something go past my legs."

Remus was about to reply when Megan screamed and stumbled backwards. Harry's seeker instincts saved Megan's life. She had stumbled into the bushes and had nearly gone over the edge when Harry had grabbed her arms and pulled her back.

"Megan what is it?" said Remus anxiously.

"There's something here," she whispered. Megan was now terrified.

"Megan," said Harry quickly, "There's nothing here. I think you're imagining things."

"Harry," pleaded Megan, "There's something here." She was cut off when Ron jumped straight into her and Harry.

"Harry," said Ron slowly, "There is definitely something here."

"Wands out?" said Harry. Harry was more inclined to believe his friend rather than his…sister that he had only just met. If Ron said there was something there then there was definitely something there.

"Wand out," agreed Remus.

"Lumos," muttered Harry to his wand. It lit up and covered Harry in an eerie glow. The others quickly followed suit. Harry could now vaguely make out the shadows of his four friends. Wait a sec, Harry shook his head, there were only three others with him. He squinted and stared at the shadow which he now knew wasn't supposed to be there.

Harry's breath caught in his throat and he struggled to speak.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron had heard Harry. "Harry?"

Harry took several deep breaths and attempted to speak again.

"It's over there," he croaked. "Between you and Remus."

Ron and Remus quickly turned to look next to them. They couldn't see anything. They quickly told Harry so.

"It must be behind then," Harry croaked. Harry could still see it. He was staring straight at it.

Suddenly, without warning, the shadow shrieked and charged forwards straight into Harry, propelling him backwards. Harry couldn't regain his balance and he carried on going…straight off the edge of the cliff.


Okey then. Here's a question for you. It's really easy.

Who's the Death Eater leading the search for our heroes?

Guess what. I finished college until September now. So apart from work I won't have much to do which means I should be updating a bit more often. I'm not making any promises. I am a procrastinator to the very end.

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