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Chapter 2

"How could you let this happen?!" Harry yelled. Already white faced and sobbing, Andromeda put her head in her hands.

"Harry..." Ginny said softly, putting her hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Andromeda. I didn't mean that." Harry sat down on the sofa, ran his hands through his hair.

"Harry's, it's OK. We'll find him." Seamus Finnigan, now a part of the magical law enforcement department, was sat on a chair at the other side of the room.

"How? Are you even looking?" Harry snapped. He was swinging between desperate worry and uncontrollable rage so fast his head hurt.

"We've got people scanning the area for signs of magic, getting descriptions from the muggles, and modifying their memories, when we have the description, we can compare it to ministry files, and if we do find signs of magic, we might be able to track them."

"And what, I'm supposed to just sit here and wait?" Harry cried.

"Yes." Seamus replied simply. "There's nothing you can do Harry."

"Well, what about you? Why are you just sitting here?"

"Because I came to get a statement from Andromeda and now I've just been explaining the process to you." Seamus replied calmly. "I'm going out to help when I've finished up here."

"Right. Sorry." Harry sighed. Because he couldn't sit anymore, he walked over to the fireplace, which was a mistake. On the mantle were several framed photos of his godson, and each one tore at him.

"I can't sit here and do nothing." Harry said, his tone now pleading.

"You have to." Seamus said. "And...Harry...Teddy's been kidnapped."

"I knew that." Harry siad, confused, turning to face his old school friend.

"I know, I mean, whoever took him is likely to contact you or Andromeda. Most likely you."

"Why...you mean like a ransom?"

"Well, could be. But you have to consider that this is a way to get at you."

"What? Why?" Harry couldn't stand now, and sat back down on the sofa, when Ginny put her arm around his back.

"There's still a few people out there who think Voldemort had the right idea." Seamus said. Most wizards, now, were happy to say Voldemort's name if they had to - after all, there was no doubt that he was dead. "Teddy's your godson, and with him being a kid, it makes him the easiest way to get to you."

"So it's my fault." Harry murmured tonelessly. He'd thought that the days of people getting hurt because of him was over.

"It's not." Hermione said sharply.

"The only person you can blame is the nutter who took him." Ginny agreed. Harry nodded, to end the conversation, but his guilt didn't lessen.

"There's really nothing I can do?" He asked desperately.

"No. You can only wait and see if an owl turns up. I better go now. Send an owl if you have any questions, OK?"

"Sure. Yeah. Thanks." Harry muttered.

As Seamus left, Harry felt smothered by his own guilt and helplessness. Teddy had been taken to get at him - to hurt him, or to lure him somewhere, or just to torment him? And Harry could do nothing other than sit here and wait.

He wasn't the kind of person to sit around and wait. Hermione had once said he had a "saving people thing". Maybe she was right.

But Teddy wasn't just a person.

Teddy was his godson, a small, energetic, funny child that Harry loved, that Harry had always swore to protect. Teddy was product of two people who had been important to Harry, two of the greatest people Harry knew. Teddy was one of the people Harry would do anything for, anything.

How could Harry just sit around waiting?

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Teddy was scared. The room was dark, and while Teddy didn't usually mind the dark, this was different. Teddy didn't know where he was, or who the man in the room with him was.

"I want my grandma." Teddy said bravely.

"Tough." The man snapped. He had conjured thick cords that had tied up Teddy's arms and legs so tightly they hurt. The man was sat at the dirty little table, writing a letter.

"I want Harry." Teddy tried again.

"Tough." The man said, louder.

"I want -"

"I don't care what you want, you whiny little brat. Shut up or I'll curse you."

Teddy closed his mouth. He didn't cry, even though he was really scared. He couldn't waste time crying, he had to try and figure out a way to escape.

Teddy tried to untie the ropes binding him, but he couldn't even touch them properly, as his hands were tied so tight it was hard to move his wrists.

"Why did you bring me here?" Teddy asked. He was a little annoyed now, because he knew his grandma and Harry and everyone would be worried.

"I told you to stay quiet." The man yelled.

"I wanna go home!" Teddy yelled back. The man looked at him, pointed his wand at him.

"Tough. You're going to stay here." The man finished his letter, sealed it and held it out to an owl who took it in her beak but glared at him before flying out of the open window. Her tail had barley left the room before the man made the window slam shut with his wand.

"Do you think your dear godfather will come to safe you, child?" The man sneered. "Do you think he'll come running for you?"

Teddy stared at him blankly, not understanding. Why did the man want Harry to come for him?

"Do you?" The man repeated, louder, angrier, and Teddy nodded.

"Good." The man smiled, a smile that showed no humour, but, to Teddy, showed craziness.

And that really scared him.

Aw now I feel guilty for doing that to Teddy...is it pathetic that I feel guilty?