Warnings: Kidnapping, leftover Death Eaters, non-explicit torture. Mentions of Ginny/Kyouya

I can remember my mother's last words to me, and the last words to the man who killed her.

She told me 'Never forget how to love, never forget you are loved. Always follow your heart, your heart and your gut. Your instincts will never lead you wrong. Be strong, baby. Be very strong. Never let anyone break you down.'

To Voldemort, she said 'You will regret this! You will never kill her, you will never win.' And she died.

Since everything, since beating him, moving to Japan, changing my name, meeting the Vongola…I've always lived by her words. That's why I didn't fight it when Takeshi chased after me, my I agreed to become Tsuna's Mage and Moon Guardian. Why I've never regretted fighting for my Famiglia.

This is also why most would call me a fool. Especially now. I'm sure Voldemort is laughing at me from his special pit in Hell.

I can't help it, though. None of us saw it coming, none of us expected it. To have my little Kai snatched off the Hogwarts Express. I had thought- was so sure- that the Death Eaters were all gone, that even if they weren't, they wouldn't try anything because they had no backing. I was wrong.

Even as I sit here on the cold, dirty stone floor, hands bound wishing for all the world that my baby wasn't having to watch me writhe in pain. I won't scream, I won't let him hear me scream, I won't add more tears to the ones already streaming down his terrified face.

Evan Rosier stops that damn torturing curse, scowling at me. "Scream you bloody bitch!"

I can feel my lips stretch in a shaky smile, eyes turning back to my son. "Hold on baby, P-Papa's gonna come find us, ok?" He only whimpers, eyes a green that mirrors my own as they flicker to the unnamed man gripping his shoulder harshly.

Rosier laughed, "You think filthy muggles will save you? They won't, they stand no chance against we higher beings!" I can see him smirking down at me, "Now, I want you to scream. If you do, maybe I'll me merciful and kill you both swiftly."

I look up at him and spit on his dragon hide boots. "Fuck. You." And then my mouth clamps shut because the pain is back.

Maybe it was minutes later, hours, days, months, years, I don't know, I'm far too focused on not crying out. But I can faintly hear explosions and shouts over the roaring in my ears.

And then it stops. It stops, and I can open my eyes- when had they closed?- and I can see Takeshi staring back at me in worry, cradling me to his chest as Kai rushes over and leans over me too, gripping my hand tightly.

I want to move now that my hands are free, but my limbs won't respond. My nerves are damaged…but they'll heal, under Ginny's watchful eyes.

"I-I'm okay."

"Takeshi." Kyouya's trying to pull him away, Ginny standing next to him at the ready.

"No!" His tone is desperate, honey eyes full of worry, pain, and even guilt. He has nothing to be guilty of. I'm the one who ran off without telling them, ran off without waiting for them to come with me. I whimper, it still hurts, and the tight grip on my body isn't helping.

"Takeshi stop, your hurting her." Tsuna tried, slipping his hand around to slowly pry his hands off of my arm and waist. "You have to let go so Ginny can help her, alright?"

A week later, I'm mostly normal. I still get tired a bit easier, but that won't stop for another few days. Kai's returned to school, and Sora is staying with Ron. Takeshi won't leave me alone, but he's so afraid to touch me.

It reminds me of before we came here, of that man that taunted Takeshi about me. About our fight, and how we both lost our tempers, of how sorry he was, how self loathing he was when he hurt me.

I smile at him, when he sets some coffee on the table next to my chair. "Be still." I say, marking the page of my book and closing it sharply, setting it aside.

I reach inside his suit and pull at the blue tie he's wearing, yanking him down. "You. You haven't even kissed me since I got home." I growl, "You won't even touch me."

"I-"

"Am afraid your going to hurt me?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm not made of glass, idiot. So shut the hell up, quiet acting like a pussy, and freaking kiss me."

His lips curl in a smile. "Love you too." He whispers, moving much closer.

I live by my Mother's last words. They've never steered me wrong- In fact, I think they steered me right where I need to be.