Notes: Sorry it's been taking so long. My website has been in trouble and I've had to concentrate on it for a while. I will have this finished before July, I swear.

Harry woke up some time later. It was dark. He got up and headed downstairs. A light was on in the kitchen, and someone was crying.

"It's alright," Ron was saying.

"I know," Ginny said between sobs. "I know it always works out. I – It's just hard."

"Yeah, it is."

"I was trying to be strong for Harry before, but I… Oh, I've never been this upset before. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"They took your child. You have a reason to be upset." He put his hand on her shoulder. "It will be okay. We'll find him. We've gotten out of worse situations than this, and came out relatively intact."

"I know." She straightened herself up a bit and whipped the tears from her face. "I shouldn't be so emotional. It will work out. I know it will."

Harry started walking back upstairs slowly. Well, no pressure at all then… Half way there, he changed his mind and went back to the kitchen. He went up to Ginny and pulled her up into his arms. She cried against his shoulder. Everything in his body hurt. It was bad enough that he had lost James. Now Ginny was extremely upset about it. "I'm sorry Ginny," he whispered to her.

"You couldn't have prevented this. Really, you couldn't. He would have found a way even if you had chained him to the floor." She reached around him and held him as well. She had stopped crying, and they were all quiet. "We will get him back, won't we?" Harry stared across the room and did not respond. Ginny pulled herself back a bit so that she could see his face. "Harry? I know what the answer is, but I want to hear you say it."

Harry kept staring and didn't answer. He knew what his answer would be, but she definitely did not want to hear it. She grabbed his face and pulled it around, forcing him to look at her. He closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to. "Don't do that," she said. "Don't act like that." She was getting upset again, probably thinking that if Harry didn't have any hope, then there was not much left. She pulled on his face again. "Harry!"

"I don't know!" he admitted, feeling like he might get just as emotional as she had. "I don't know… I don't know. I'm sorry, Ginny, but I don't know." She pulled him close, to give him the same support that he had just given her.

"We'll find him," Ron said, standing up from the table. "We will. And we'll find him before Bellatrix does anything to him."

"Where would we look?" Harry asked. "We can't run all around the country before we find him. Bellatix won't take that long to do whatever it is she wants to do."

"We won't have to run anywhere," Hermione said, stepping out of the darkness. She was carrying a stack of newspapers. "Bellatrix has been all over the news. We'll find something in here, so at least we'll have a heading." She set the stack on the table and sat down to begin reading.

"Good," Ron said, also sitting. "I'm not good at running." He looked up at Harry. "If we're going to be running anywhere, give me advanced notification."

"Shut up," Hermione mumbled. "It's not his fault that you're fat."

"Excuse me?" Ron said, giving Hermione a scrutinizing look.

"I had four kids. I have an excuse."

"And I have you. That's all the excuse I need."

"If you're going to argue, go outside," Ginny said, taking a seat as well. "We have enough angst in this house."

Harry was going to sit, when he thought of something. He had all of those memories upstairs. Maybe there was something there… "I'll be back."

James was pushed and dragged around. He was blindfolded, so he wasn't sure where he was. Then, they forced him into a chair. Someone removed the blindfold. He was in a dark room, tied to a chair around his wrists, waist, and ankles.

He could sense people around him. A woman came close to him. He had seen her in the papers… Bellatrix was her name…

"Hello," Bellatrix said, getting very close to his face. James pulled his head back. "Who would have guessed that someone like you would be so difficult to catch." James didn't say anything, but kept staring her in the eye. "But we did catch you, so it all ended okay."

"What do you want with me?" James asked.

Bellatrix moved back. She began tinkering with a large cauldron on the floor. "Have you ever heard of Lord Voldemort, boy?"

"Yeah. But, my dad killed him. He's dead."

She laughed. "No, no, stupid child. He is never dead."

"Yes, he is." James said fiercely. "My dad killed him years ago…"

"He had also, supposedly, killed the Dark Lord when he was only a baby, correct? But he came back, even when no one else thought he would."

"It's different this time."

"You're right, it is. Before we could use your pathetic excuse for a father to bring him back, but now we need something else."

James felt his heart pounding in his head. "You need me."

"I'm amazed. You're catching on. There are no spells to bring someone back from the dead -"

"But you just said he wasn't -"

"Silence, boy, or I'll kill you now. As I said, there are no spells that bring someone back from the dead. But, I developed a potion that can years ago, but haven't been able to use it. The only problem is it needs something from the enemy, something that is from them but not of them. I need offspring."

"So you've been after me."

"For your whole life, boy, and several years before it. You see, after what your father did to my Dark Lord, I wanted to kill him myself. But, then, I saw your poor whimpering mother cowering behind him -"

"My mother is not -"

"And I realized that it would only be a matter of time until I had what I need. I only needed one child, but since your parents wanted to act like rabbits, I have quite a selection now."

"You'll never touch a single one of them."

"I've touched you, haven't I? The others won't be nearly as difficult. But first I'll try you, since you are the largest and strongest. And if you don't make a good host, then I'll take another."

"Host?"

Bellatrix sighed. "Well, I need some body to put him in, don't I?"

James felt his insides get cold. She's going to take me out of my body? Is that possible?

Bellatrix began making the potion. James hoped that someone was on the way.