A screaming baby Andrew sputtered milk out of his mouth. He took little gasps of air as he writhed and twisted in his crib. His big blue eyes were scrunched and his flaming red hair matted against his soft forehead. Nick's dark brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he leaned over the crib. He was barely just tall enough to reach down and stick the bottle in the baby's mouth. He tried to feed Andrew the bottle but he refused and turned his head, the milk spilling out the corners of his mouth.

"Come on Andrew…you must eat something," Nick said consolingly. Andrew hadn't been drinking his milk properly for the last few days and incessantly crying. This had no doubt been instigated by the absence of his mother. Andrew cried helplessly and Nick felt a pulling at his heart strings. He would never want to hurt the baby, but he couldn't help it…he had orders.

He talked to the baby as if he were listening, "You know, you have to eat—your sister is very worried about you and won't even talk to me because she's angry with me!" he cried. Nick frowned as his steel-grey eyes filled to the brim with tears. He had tried to speak to Victoria but she refused to talk to him, as she blamed him for the loss of her brother.

"You took baby Andrew away from my mummy and daddy and they're very upset, Nick! I can't talk to you!" Victoria had said earlier when Nick tried to talk to her. She then ran away in tears. Now he had no friend, a domineering boss and a baby that he feared would become ill if it wasn't reunited with its mother. His grief oddly took a turn that wasn't expected—it turned to rage. Absolute and sweltering rage. He hated his master for what he was doing to him, and the Weasleys. He decided right this instant, that he would go and stand up to his master. He left the bottle in Andrew's crib and walked into the next room, where his master was pacing the floor in front of the fire.

Upon seeing Nick enter, he spoke, "Well? Did he drink the milk? Did he stop his ceaseless crying?" he asked, in a voice that made Nick shudder.

"No, he needs his mother," Nick answered shortly.

His master rolled his eyes in disgust, "You idiot of a child!" he boomed, "You still cannot get it through your thick, insolent skull that we cannot give him his mother!" he said viciously, spit emitting from the ends of his mouth. His face became red and his nostrils flared. Nick uncontrollably shrank in the fear of the temper that he already knew was very sudden. He still had marks across his back from the last time he disobeyed his master.

"Go back and feed him till he STOPS crying! You understand that? STOPS! Now go, be gone—and don't come back till he's silent!" he demanded, huffing.

Nick gathered up every ounce of courage he could muster, the little he had was fading fast, and said, "No."

His master looked at him incredulously, "What?" he said, in a bit of a shock.

"No," Nick repeated, a little stronger this time, "I won't feed him until you say that he can go back to his mother," he said quietly but firmly.

"WHAT?" the master shouted, "YOU THINK YOU CAN ORDER ME AROUND! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget as long as you live! Which might not be for long…" he finished in a hiss. He drew his wand out of his back pocket and pointed it at Nick ominously.

Nick cowered in terror, "No, master, please—noooooo!" he screamed in agony as a spell hit him and made him crash through the window and fly into the wounded tree. He landed in a crumpled heap, motionless at the trunk of the withered tree.

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Victoria awoke with a bone-chilling scream. She sat up on the couch and panted heavily, her eyes darting back and forth. Harry and Ron were sitting nearby and they saw her wake suddenly. They rushed to her and Ron held her face.

"What is it darling, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" he asked softly. Harry watched closely, his pulse quickening.

"No," Victoria whispered, still breathing hard.

"Okay love, just calm down and tell us what's wrong," Harry said soothingly.

Tears were now streaming down Victoria's face, "Oh daddy, it's Nick—he's in trouble! We have to go find him!" She yelped, scrambling off of the sofa. Ron grabbed her around the waist and picked her up.

"What? Nick's in trouble? Oh honey, you must have had a bad dream, that's all," Ron told her comfortingly. Victoria squirmed and tried to free herself.

She furiously shook her head, "NO! He's hurt and we need to help him! It wasn't a dream! Uncle Harry—you believe me right?" she asked sweetly.

Harry looked from her to Ron, not saying anything.

"Uncle Harry…" she said, her face fearful and innocent. Harry couldn't stand it, he decided that he may as well see what he could do, even if it turned out to be nothing.

"Alright love, what should we do? How can we find him?" he asked, looking into her brown eyes. She writhed free of Ron and grabbed Harry's hand.

"Follow me," she said and Harry obliged and exchanged glances with Ron. He followed her up the stairs, down the hall and to her bedroom. Victoria twisted the handle but it was locked previously by Harry.

She frowned, "Can you open it?" she asked, itching to get in the door. Harry contemplated whether or not he should open the door. He didn't know what to expect. He looked at his wristwatch. It was almost midnight—the twenty-seventh. He swallowed hard and glanced at Victoria below him before he pulled out his wand and unlocked the door. He took a deep breath and opened it slowly…

A/N: What do you think? Scary huh? What will Harry find? Who is Nick's master? What happened to Nick? And what will happen to Andrew? Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out! (Sorry I posted so late in the day, I was out all day at the Toronto Film Festival! I got to see tons of stars and famous people and had a blast! Best thing to do before my first day of school, oh well--gotta get some sleep---see ya next time!Oh and please review! lol.)