She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep. The floor was too hard, the room was too cold, and her mind was in a constant state of unrest. Castor would cry, cough, and gurgle throughout the night making her go crazy. She didn't know what was happening to him or who he was with. Maybe he was by himself in a room just like she was. The worse part was when he was silent. When she couldn't hear him terrible imagines would float to the surface of her brain to torment her.

The sun has risen. She knows this because of the one secular window on the other side of the room. She can't reach it but she can see the overcast sky, showing she's somewhere on an upper floor and she can see tree branches, meaning she's somewhere remote… Her stomach growls loudly and she looks at the slop splattered on the ground. It's not only her that's starving right now, it's the baby inside of her too, but she refuses to eat whatever that stuff in the metal bowl is.

Feeling completely happy that she managed to wear warm clothes out before they grabbed her and locked her here, she crosses her arms to hold in warmth. Her sharp eyes take in the room trying to find a way to get out but the chain around her ankle and the wall that it's attached to make it virtually impossible to leave. A thump is heard from the room beside her and Castor screeches like he's in pain.

Panicked she stands up and runs over to the wall where the noise is coming from. There's a vent along the ground and she gets down on her knees to open it. Her fingers barely reach but she stretches out her body as far as it will go and manages to turn the little handle. When the vent opens she can see clearly into the other room through the little window in the adjoining vent.

Castor's red socked feet are seen off to the left as he cries harder, making it difficult to think clearly. She tilts her head to look at him. He's sitting down with his little hands bunched into fists as tears roll down his face. He's been trying to walk recently… he must have fallen. The room is bare, like hers is, and it doesn't seem like he's chained like she is so that is a plus. Beside him is a little bowl full of the same brown slop that they gave her.

"Castor." She whispers through the vent. He's sobbing so loudly that he doesn't hear. "Castor!"

He heard that one and he looks around the room for her voice. "Castor, come here." She taps on the metal vent. "Come here, sweetheart."

She keeps tapping on the vent until he finally catches on and begins crawling towards the noise. "Hey, baby, it's Mommy." She says softly as he sits in front of the vent and looks at her with cool blue eyes full of tears. He must look just like Tom when he was a baby.

His little fingers grip onto the vent as he looks at her with a furrowed brow, totally confused about what's going on. "Ma." He mumbles as he gets closer. "Mama."

She has an idea to remove the vents and pull him over to her but they're screwed on so that's a failed idea. "Why are you crying?" she asks him as she looks him over. He has throw up all over his shirt and he obviously needs to be changed. He'll probably get a rash. A new sense of rage goes through her at these people who are holding her here.

He makes an indistinguishable noise and Isabel can see tears clinging to his dark eyelashes. It breaks her heart. "It's going to be alright." She tells him, trying to sound soothing as he tries to take down the vent. Eventually he gives up trying and just sits there staring at her pitifully. "Your Father will be here soon." She says hopefully as he brings a hand up to wipe his nose, getting snot all over his face. "Don't cry." She tells him, even though she wants to cry herself.

To make him feel better she starts to sing a song, trying to make him laugh. "There once was a lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know she swallowed a fly… perhaps she'll die." He watches her looking all sad and lonely, she wants to hold him and tell him it's alright but since she can't she'll keep singing.

"There once was a lady who swallowed a spider that wiggled and giggled and tickled inside her." she brings her hands up and makes a tickling motion towards the vent and does a silly voice. He laughs. "Do you think that's funny?" she asks despite the situation. He smiles again and she returns it. "She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly…."

"Perhaps she'll die." Isabel snaps her head towards the door way and the slick looking man that took her from the store. "I've always liked that one." He says, walking into the room. Isabel stands up and Castor whines in the other room because he can't see her anymore. "Did you have a good night? It doesn't look like you slept a wink."

"Let me see my son." She says solidly looking into the strangers dark eyes. "Please."

"Mama." Castor's voice filters through the vent. "Mama."

He looks her up and down for a few moments before waving his hand. A moment later a plump woman comes into the room with Castor in her arms. "Oh thank god." Isabel says as she takes the baby from the woman's arms. "It's okay now, sweetheart." She whispers against his hair as he relaxes into her arms.

"This is touching." The man says flatly. She looks back to him and watches him blankly.

"What do you want?" she asks, holding Castor's head against her shoulder.

"How do we kill Lord Voldemort?"

She snorts at the question and the man's eyes flash dangerously. "You can't kill him." she says. She actually has no idea…

"I think you know… you just don't want to tell us." He says, stepping closer to her. "He's a little messy, isn't he?" he says, switching tactics and looking down at the baby. He snaps his fingers and the plump woman is back with a fresh set of clothes, a wash cloth, and a clean diaper. She dumps the stuff on the ground and Isabel watches it suspiciously.

"Go ahead…" he says, nodding towards the pile. "You should clean him up before he has to go back in that room."

She takes off her jumper revealing the thin dark shirt she had on underneath while watching the slick man closely. She lays it on the ground and puts Castor down on his back and kneels over him. She washes off the vomit, snot and tears on his face with the damp wash cloth and then she changes him out of his soiled clothes and diaper. The little boy seems relieved to be rid of the filth that covered his body and when she goes to put him in the clean outfit she realizes it was the one she had picked out from the store. She looks up at the man as he lounges against the dirty wall with his arms crossed before putting it on him.

"I bet he feels better. You know, he looks a lot like our Great Dark Lord." He pushes off the wall when she stands up with the baby. "He must have strong genes in his family… strong disgusting muggle genes."

"He's a Blood Purist." She says. "He's a Purist just like you. Why are you doing this?"

"That half blood is no purist." He says dismissively. Like the darkest wizard in over a century was nothing to write home about. "He's a fraud and the real pure bloods won't stand for it any longer."

"How do I play into this?"

"You know…" he trails off ignoring her question totally as he walks around her, eyeing her up and down. "We did research on you. Isabel Prewett… born January 3rd, 1926. You look awfully good for your age, but then again, you are dead right? 1943 was when you were killed. Isn't that right?" He steps right in front of her. So close that she can smell his aftershave and the mint sent of his breath. "You look very much alive for a dead chick. What's your secret?"

She steps back from him and the chain around her ankle clinks against the wood floor. "I guess he did teach you something." He says reaching out and running his fingers down her jaw line. She flinches back. "He probably doesn't want me touching you, does he?" He closes in on her until she hits the wall. Her pregnant stomach keeps him at a distance and she holds Castor against her side as he shakes in her arms. His wild eyes rove all across her face. "No I don't suppose he does." His long fingers travel to her neck and skim across her collar bone. "Once we get this dirty little spawn out of your stomach I'm sure we could find something worthwhile for you to do with us. You are very attractive for a blood traitor."

He brings his hands up and runs his fingers across her lips. Totally disgusted with this man in front of her she opens her mouth and chomps down on his fingers. "You stupid bitch." he pulls back from her and slaps her across the face. She nearly drops Castor but luckily keeps a hold of him. He starts to cry again and begins shaking in her arms. "I'm going to make you regret that."

"You can't kill him." she hisses, looking him right in the eyes. "You can't kill him but he will kill you and I promise it will be painful."

"If we can't kill him," he sneers at her. "Then we'll dispose of important parts of him until he breaks." He says hatefully, glaring at the crying baby in her arms before leaving the room.

She cuddles Castor to her chest and kisses his face, trying to get him to calm down, and trying not to be afraid. A second later the door opens again and the broad shouldered woman with the beady eyes that spoke to her last night stomps into the room and tries to grab the baby from her.

"Get off." She says, turning her body around, trying to protect Castor. "I'm not giving him to you."

"You have greatly upset our leader." She says in a flat voice. That man was their leader? He's no Tom. "He was going to be nice and allow you to keep your spawn for the night but you have ruined that. Now hand him over."

"Absolutely not!"

Isabel hears the other woman rustle about her robes and then a jolt of heat hits her back and she drops to her knees. She tries to hold onto Castor as the curse takes effect but she can do nothing as she passes out against the floor.

X

"Do we know who did this?" Tom asks as he looks around at the faces of his inner circle. "If it was the Order resistance then they won't hurt them. We can get in there and take them back with out much problem."

"Do you know where they are, My Lord?" Lucius Malfoy asks, but keeps his distance. The look on the Dark Lords face right now is frightening.

"Yes." He says, those spells on her wedding ring were actually there for a reason. He knows where they are. He just doesn't know how to handle this. It took a lot of guts, and stupidity to do this. "Yes, I do."

"Then let's go." Someone says towards the back of the group. Tom looks at him and narrows his eyes. He's trying to think. He's trying to figure out what the best plan is.

"We don't want to make any rash decisions." He says. Isabel can't die but Castor can. He doesn't want to test that. "They have to want something…" he says to himself. He sits down heavily on his chair as his followers watch him closely. He brings his slender fingers up to his temples and tries to fight the headache that's disrupting his mind.

"Dad!" The door opens and Calpurnia runs in, holding a letter out in front of her. "Daddy, look!" Tom snaps his eyes to her. Her sleek hair trails behind her as her excited eyes flash. Madelyn is beside her looking all worried and sad with a stuffed bear in her arms. "An owl just dropped this off in our bedroom."

They were supposed to stay up there; they weren't supposed to come down. He glares at the two women who come running in after them. They were supposed to be watching them. Tom stands up and snatches the red envelope away from his daughter and taps it with his wand to make sure there are no spells or jinxes on it.

"Go back to your room." He tells them, turning his back and walking towards the fireplace so he can see it better.

"But Daddy…." She's calling him Daddy and not father. She must be afraid.

"Go back to your room. I won't say it again." He says, ignoring everyone else around him as he slowly opens the letter. Calpurnia and Madelyn refuse to move and they hold each others hand as the two witches who were watching them try to pull them back to their bedroom.

"Let us stay, Daddy." Calpurnia says pitifully. "We want to be by you."

Tom looks over his shoulder to see his two watery eyed daughters being dragged away from him before taking the smooth paper out and unfolding it.

To our great and wonderful mudblood Dark Lord,

The start of the letter makes Tom's eyes turn scarlet. He's already plotting murder as the letter continues.

If you haven't already noticed we possess something of great value to you now. We were surprised to actually find an opportunity to have your beautiful wife and son in our midst, considering the poor things barely ever see day light due to your over protectiveness but we are extremely delighted to have them as our guests.

Your wife loves sleeping on our cold wooden floors and your son enjoys playing with the broken glass we left in his room. It's really quite charming the way he cries when he's hurt. He does look a lot like you… But we're getting off topic. You're probably wandering what we want… after all... why go to all this trouble for nothing, right? Well, for now we just want you to know that your reign will soon come to a close.

No longer will purebloods bow down to a disgusting fake like you, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You preach of pure blood supremacy but your very name represents everything we despise. You are nothing but a poser, pretending to be something you're not and we will not stand for it any longer. Keep in mind, for I'm sure that your legendary temper is causing you to scrunch up this letter and grip your wand, that you can probably find us easily and kill most of our people but in the time it takes you to get through our wards we could easily snap your son's neck.

So really, it would be your fault that he died. If you actually care about his life. It's been said you don't even have a heart. I guess we'll put that to the test, won't we?

It seems that your wife is on the same no aging, no dying, diet as you are and we are doing our best to get her to tell us how exactly it's done. No beating around the bush here, we want to kill you, but if your little lady behaves we may just keep her around. A few of the men here seem very fond of her. I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you? Before you make any rash decisions about coming and storming into our location remember that if your older son ends up dying then we can always take the second one that's still inside of her. We have a lot of long knives and scissors to help that along. I'm sure your wife won't scream too much.

Everything that happens to them is decided by you in a way. When we want to talk to you, we'll talk to you. When we want to meet you, we'll meet you. When we want to kill you, we'll kill you. We suggest that you don't try to do anything stupid. Unless you want to bury two of your children… if you can find their bodies, that is.

Well, I hope we didn't come off as too forward. We'll be writing back soon to keep in touch and to properly introduce ourselves to you, My Fake Lord.

Until we meet again,

The United Purist Party

What the hell. Tom remains totally calm as he rereads the letter. Fury is rising up inside of him as his wand hand begins to shake. They just wrote to taunt him. That's what that was all about. They did make a good point though. If he did try to just storm in to get his family… they would have plenty of time to kill Castor if they wanted… and they seem to be able to do that with no guilt.

"What is the United Purist Party?" Tom asked, trying not to sound too insane. He won't let the others read this letter. This is personal.

Lestrange steps up and coughs before he answers. "They are a new political party that's starting to gain favor." He says uncomfortably. "They believe virtually the same things we do. Only, they don't think you're the one who should be leading our cause."

"Do any of you know any of the members?" A few Death Eaters raise their hands. "Good." I want a detailed list of all the members you know and any possible leaders… I want to know where they live and about their families." He looks around at his circle with fire in his veins. "Now!" he barks and they scramble to do what he says.

Once alone he sits back down on his chair and holds his head in his hands. It's easier when you have nothing to lose… but you have to be ultra careful when you have everything. The door creaks open after a few silent moments but he doesn't even look. He's trying to figure out the best way to do this. He's not dealing with the noble Order now, who wouldn't hurt a fly, especially not a baby or pregnant woman… no, now he's dealing with people just like himself, with no sympathy for anyone.

"Daddy?" A soft whisper brings him out of his thoughts. "Can we stay now?" Calpurnia asks as she peaks her head into the room. Her pale face is all blotchy and her eyes have fresh tears in them. She must have been crying the whole time. "Have you found Mommy and Castor yet?"

He holds out his hand to her. "Come here." She runs in, with the curly haired Madelyn behind her.

"My Lord, I'm so sorry!" The dark haired witch runs into the room looking all flustered and out of breath. "They tricked us. We thought they were still in the room. Please, forgive me."

"It's alright. You're dismissed." He says solidly and watches as the older witch leaves the room and closes the door. He looks back down to his two children who are looking all sad and pitiful. "You don't need to cry." He says softly. Picking Madelyn up and placing her on his lap. He does the same for Calpurnia and looks at both of them seriously as they wipe away tears. "There's nothing to be worried about." He lies, just because he thinks he should.

"Where are they?" Calpurnia asked with a frown on her face. "Why aren't they back yet? You said they would be back and then all these people had to come and talk about it and then that lady said that Mommy and Castor were probably dead."

"What lady said that?" he asks sharply as Madelyn lays her head against his shoulder and begins sucking on her thumb.

"That Bellatrix lady." She answers. Not surprising, Tom rolls his eyes.

"That's not true. They're fine and we will bring them home soon."

"Where be they?" the younger daughter asks as she takes out her thumb and looks up to him. "I miss them." she repeats and new tears start to fall from her face. "Are they lost?"

Tom has never felt more hopeless in his whole life. What is he suppose to say to them? He's not very good at comforting people, let alone sad little children. "We'll find them. Don't worry."

He rubs her back and kisses her head. "Don't worry." He repeats again because he doesn't know what else to say.

He looks down at Calpurnia as she studies him. She does look a lot like him but her face is so totally Isabel's that it's almost painful to look at. "Can we sleep in your bed tonight if they don't come home?"

He nods his head and leans back in his chair. Letting himself feel a little bit better that the two little girls are here with him and not missing as well. His mind fantasizes about all the different ways he's going to cause pain to these people who dared to do this to him.

X

"How do we kill the Dark Lord!?"

"I told you I don't know!" she yells back as she wipes away blood from her mouth. They can ask that question all they want but she will still give them the same answer. They even gave her truth serum last night and she still told them she didn't know. They assumed she was immune to Vertiserum and tried other methods.

"Fine," the slick man says. He has yet to say his name but she knows he has to be the main person in charge here. Everyone seems to listen to him. "Bring in the kid."

Isabel sits up from the position she was in and watches as Castor is brought in and handed to the tall brown eyed man. He looks clean and he's in a different outfit so that means someone is looking after him. He spots her and reaches out to her and whines when she can't get to him. Isabel is almost relieved to see it.

"I want to know how to kill Lord Voldemort." The man says with a craze to his voice. "If you don't tell us then I will kill your son." He brings his hand up and covers Castor's mouth. With his thumb and forefinger he pinches the baby's nose shut so he can't breath.

"Stop it!" Isabel yells panicked as the man suffocates her son. Castor tries to wiggle away but the man is too strong "Stop it. He doesn't have anything to do with this!" She tries to run and get him away from the man but the chain stops her and she begins cussing and crying as it cuts into her skin. "Let him go. You're hurting him!" The most horrifying thing she has ever seen is happening before her. She's watching her son die.

Castors little hands are flaying around as he tries to get away and breathe but the man keeps his airways cut off. He's starting to turn red. "Tell me and I'll let go." He says, staring at her with wild eyes as her baby fights for air.

"Fine! Fine I'll tell you. I'll tell you, just let him go!"

The slick man removes his hand and Castor takes deep breaths and cries so hard he throws up. Isabel reaches out her arms to take him but the man pulls him back.

"Ah, ah." He says lightly. "Tell me what I want to know or I will do that again."

"Alright, Alright, I'll tell you." She says weakly to stall time. She doesn't know how to kill Tom. She was being honest when she was saying that. "Alright… well… to kill him you have to… you have to make sure he doesn't have his wand."

The man snorts. "That doesn't help us."

"No!" she says as his hand goes back to Castor's mouth. "No," she says softly when he pulls his hand back to watch her. "It's important because if he has a wand close by then he can mend himself."

"Obviously." The man sneers.

She's trying to think quickly of something to say. "Okay, well when you take his wand away then you have to hit him with the killing curse."

"That doesn't kill him, you stupid bitch!" the man yells, throwing Castor, who's crying hard, to the person beside him. "Do you think I'm stupid? He's been hit with that fucking curse so many times and he's still alive."

"I don't think your stupid." She says softly, flicking her eyes to the skinny guy that's now holding her traumatized son. "The curse weakens him… and when he's weakened like that you have to stab him with a stake of silver." It was total and complete bull shit but it was the quickest thing she could come up with. She read it in a werewolf book once. Hopefully they won't notice.

"A stake of silver?" the man says, clearly disbelieving her. "You are lying."

"No, no I'm not." She says desperately. "The silver counteracts the spells and potions that he keeps on his body and it will kill him. I swear."

He watches her closely then. Looking her up and down to see if she's telling the truth. He turns to the plump woman to his left. "Give her the potion." He says. The woman walks over with a vile of dark green liquid and grabs on to Isabel's jaw. She tries to fight her off but two other men come and hold her in place as the dark liquid is poured down her throat. They let her go and she falls to the ground. "After you have the baby we'll put your theory to the test." He says as he leaves the room with the others following behind him.

She opens her eyes and sees that they left Castor in the room. She stands up on shaky legs and picks him up. He holds on to her tightly and his sobs die down.

"It's alright." She lies against his ear. She kisses his cheeks and runs her fingers through her hair. Holding him close, like she'll never be able to do it again. "We're going to be fine. Daddy will come." When he stops crying and sniffling against her she looks out of the far window. "He'll come." She says, hoping that that's the truth.

Suddenly a sharp pain hits her stomach. Then another and another until it's so intense that she has to put Castor down on the ground. He sits there and looks up at her as she tries to get her body under control. She knows what's happening now. That potion is making her have the baby now. Tears sting her eyes as her water breaks and runs down her legs. She's going to have to do this by her self. She wants to scream and cry but she knows that will just scare the one year old who is looking up at her totally confused.

Slowly she takes off her jumper and lays it on the ground by her shoes and then with shaky fingers she takes off the tights and knickers that were under her wool skirt and she lets them fall to the floor. She lays down, breathing heavily and trying to remember what happened the three previous times that she gave birth. Luckily those times she didn't have to control anything and all she had to do was lay back and push… but not this time.

"Here honey," she says, taking one of her black shoes and handing it to Castor. "Play with this." She says, trying to distract him. He is going to be so fucked up when he grows up.

Women have done this by themselves before and turned out alright. She tells her self as her body tells her to push. She closes her eyes and just tries to go with her instincts on this. As she pushes and the pain tears through her she swears to whatever is listening that she will kill these people herself when Tom gets here. She sits up on her elbows and tries to make as little noise as possible as Castor plays with her shoe, every once and a while he sends her nervous glances.

After a while that position isn't working for her any longer because she won't be able to catch the baby when it comes out. With more strength then she thought she possessed she stands up and gets into a squatting position and pushes and pushes with blind determination, for hours it seems, until she catches the small baby in her arms. She cuts the umbilical cord with a jagged piece of glass she found on the floor and doesn't even think about anything else. She just knows she has to get this done. She doesn't even feel pain right now, she just has a task she needs to complete. She doesn't have the luxury to be helpless and after everything is outside of her she starts to work again.

Quickly, ignoring every thing her body is protesting to she cleans the baby off with the white jumper and the pitcher of water that they brought her to drink from last night. She uses her fingers to dig out the mucus in his airways and eyes finally bundling him up with her discarded clothes to keep him warm. She rubs his body to get circulation going and when he turns pink she knows she must have done something right. He starts to cry witch relives her more then anything and when she looks at him she feels so incredibly proud of herself for doing that. With watery eyes she looks to Castor who's sitting not far off from her. Looking at her with wide eyes.

"Come here, Castor." She says with a hoarse voice. He hesitates a moment, losing trust in everything around him the longer they stay here. "Come here, sweetie." she says, reaching out and taking his arm. He crawls towards her and stands himself up holding on to her shoulder. "This is your brother." She says warmly. Looking down at the new little baby in her arms. "This is your baby brother."

Castor watches the little baby and then leans down and kisses him on the head. It was sweet of him to do and Isabel's heart breaks at the sight. Stuck in this filthy room with broken glass and no heat she feeds her newborn and tries to keep her sanity. Out side the room the slick looking man and his team are sharpening silver stakes.

X

Tom's eyes snap open as he lies in bed beside Calpurnia and Madelyn. They both are asleep but he knows he won't sleep until this whole thing is sorted out. He stands up and walks over to the window. Looking out at the night sky. He closes his eyes again and inhales deeply. A feeling is coursing through him… A feeling that tells him that Isabel just gave birth… she just had another one of his children. The baby is still alive. He can feel him. He can feel all of them.

Something must have triggered it, something must have happened because it's a month early. She was alone too, and scared. He hits his hand against his head and then quickly gets dressed. He leaves kisses on top of Calpurnia's and Madelyn's sleeping heads before storming out of the room with his wand gripped in his hands and a piece of paper clutched in the other.

He calls his whole entire army to him and makes a quick decision. If Isabel can protect their two children long enough for him to get inside then his plan will work. He can't sit and wait for another letter from the terrorists. He will get his family back. Quickly he divides his Death Eaters up in teams and hands them the list of names and families that follow this Purist Party bull shit.

"Find these people." He says heatedly. "Find them and kill every single person they're with. No exceptions."

They apparate away to fulfill his orders and he turns back to the remaining section of his army. He lifts his wand and they all follow him to an abandoned farm house out in the middle of no where. From where he's standing he can hear a new baby crying and he knows that it's his son.

"I want them alive." He announces. Wicked plans of revenge flowing through his mind. "I want everyone in this house brought out alive."

They all lift their wands and storm the house.