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List of POVs:

Bella – BPOV

Edward – EPOV

Renesmee – NPOV

Jacob – JPOV

Alice – APOV

Jasper – JasPOV

Emmet – EmPOV

Rosalie – RPOV

Harry – HPOV

Ron – RonPOV

Hermione – HerPOV

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24. Captured

JPOV

This couldn't be happening! I howled and it echoed throughout the entire forest in a haunting sound. I had to get the others! The second I realised this, I was back on my feet and heading back towards the castle, not even bothering to phase back until I was at the steps outside the front doors.

I quickly pulled my clothes back on and sprinted inside, into the crowd of students pouring out of the Great Hall. It looked like their exam was over.

I followed Edward and Bella's scents to Umbridge's office where they were accompanied by their siblings, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and a pile of unconscious Slytherins lying on the floor.

Edward's head shot up when I burst into the room, responding to my panicked thoughts.

"Jake?" asked Bella, "What's wrong? Where's Renesmee?"

"The Volturi are here!" I told them, "Renesmee…"

Before I could see what was happening, I was pinned to the wall, Edward's hands at my throat.

"What happened?" he snarled, baring his teeth at me, "What did you do?"

"The small one…cut off my senses…" I gasped, "They took her…"

"No!" he shouted, "How could you let this happen?"

Bella was at his side. "We trusted you with her!" she yelled, "You were supposed to protect her!"

"Edward! Bella! Stop it!" commanded Alice, her voice shaking, "Yelling at the mutt won't help Renesmee! We need to find her!"

Edward let go of me and punched a hole in the wall. "Where could they have taken her, Alice?" he shouted, "You can't see them!"

His hands were tensed into claws, and I could see pain in his eyes. Alice looked at him, appearing calm but I could see her hands trembling slightly. "Voldemort wants us to go to the Department of Mysteries! That's why he sent Harry that vision! Sirius isn't really there, and he guessed we'd know that! He knew we'd try to stop Harry, so he baits us instead!"

"The Department of Mysteries," Bella repeated.

"We need to go right away, then!" I cried, and for once, everyone agreed with me.

We raced down to the edge of the forest, where Harry and Hermione stumbled out, covered in foul-smelling blood.

"They've got Renesmee," Alice told them, and they looked horrified.

"We need to get to London immediately," said Emmett, his usual sense of humour vanished completely.

"How?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, we were just wondering that ourselves," said Ron.

Alice turned to him, Ginny, Neville and Luna. "I suppose you guys think you're coming along, do you?"

The four of them plus Harry and Hermione nodded fervently.

"You need to understand just how dangerous it will be," Bella told them, "You could get killed."

"How do we get to London?" repeated Harry.

"We'll have to run," said Jasper, "It will be quickest that way."

Neville and Luna looked confused, but were ignored.

I darted into the trees to phase quickly, and returned to find the humans climbing onto the Cullens' backs.

"Doesn't the blood bother you?" asked Hermione from Jasper's back.

He shook his head. "Giant blood," he replied, "It's not at all appealing."

As soon as Ginny was in place on Bella's back, we took off, and were on our way to the Ministry of magic.

BPOV

My baby's in danger. My baby's in danger.

The thought swirled around in my head repeatedly as I ran, and I felt the vampire equivalent to nausea. I choked back the sobs that were threatening to spill from my mouth and quickened my pace so that it was matching Edward's; the fastest in the family.

Renesmee. Nessie. My baby.

Of course, she'd been in danger before - I shuddered at the memory – but at least back then she was with us – with me. I was able to hold her, protect her, say goodbye when I was sure everything was lost…

Something was stuck in my mouth and I opened it to let it out. A harrowing wail, not unlike the sound an injured cat makes, spilled from my chest, making Ginny shiver on my back. Once the sound of my despair and pain was out, I couldn't hold the rest of the sobs back.

EPOV

Bella's shriek echoed my own pain and I clenched my teeth together against the agony. It was as bad as the time I thought Bella was dead, but this time I was also furious.

If they hurt my baby, I would tear them limb from limb and burn them slowly. And I wouldn't even be able to enjoy the sound of their screams.

If they hurt her…

A vicious snarl escaped my throat, and the sound was more feral than any I'd made in my hundred vampire years.

If they hurt her…

BPOV

We ran faster and faster, the humans on our backs barely slowing us down. Our legs blurred beneath us and I could almost feel my muscles burning, which was extremely unusual.

We made it to London within mere hours. Twilight had passed a while earlier, so the streets were lit by bright streetlights.

We let the humans down and Harry directed us to a phone-box. We all managed to squeeze inside, which I vaguely thought was quite an accomplishment what with the size of Emmett and Jacob, and Edward dialled six two double-four two. The telephone box shuddered and started sinking into the ground, like something off Get Smart.

The phone-box jolted to a stop end we rushed out into an empty Atrium. It seemed like all the workers had gone home for the night and it was eerily quiet apart from our rescue party.

"Which way?" I hissed, looking at Harry.

"Over here," he whispered, leading us down the hall in the direction of the lifts.

We all piled into the elevator, and Harry jabbed the number nine. I fidgeted anxiously as the lift descended, much too slowly for my liking. Edward reached behind him and took my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. It would normally have reassured me but he was too tense himself, his posture stiff.

After what felt like a lifetime, the lift slowed to a halt and the doors slid open smoothly.

"Let's go," murmured Harry, exiting the lift and starting down the dark corridor.

"Is this the one from your dreams?" I asked in a whisper.

Harry nodded and kept walking until he was about six feet away from the door at the end. "Listen," he said, "Maybe…maybe a couple of people should stay here as a lookout, and…"

"And how're we going to let you know something's coming?" demanded Ginny, "You could be miles away."

"See," said Emmett, "this is where a cell phone or something would come in handy."

"We're coming with you, Harry," said Neville.

"You have no choice in the matter," Edward told him, gesturing for him to continue down the corridor.

He walked purposefully up to the door and it swung open at his touch. We filed into the next room, which was all black apart from flickering candles, and Neville shut the door. The walls started spinning for a few seconds, so fast that to human eyes the doors would've been reduced to a blur. The spinning didn't last long, before it came to an abrupt stop.

Everyone stood still for a second.

"What was that about?" asked Ron finally.

"I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in through," whispered Ginny.

"That one," said Rosalie confidently, pointing.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry.

"It wasn't all that fast for our eyes," replied Alice.

"Where do we go now, Harry?" I breathed, anxious to get to Renesmee.

"In the dreams," he began, "I went straight ahead through another door into a room that kind of…glitters."

"Well, if you went straight ahead, we should start at the door we came through," said Edward, walking over to the original door.

Harry joined him, and walked to the door now directly in front of him. He pushed it open and we followed him into another room that did, indeed glitter. The room was full of hundreds of clocks of all sizes and types. The glittering, that reminded me a bit of vampire skin, came from a huge bell jar made of crystal that stood at the far end of the room in front of yet another door. Harry headed for the door and we followed him. When he pushed at the door it opened willingly, and everyone pulled their wands out.

"This is it," Harry whispered excitedly.

He entered the next room first, and we trailed after him cautiously, looking around. The room was filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves, all stacked with small glass orbs.

"We need to find row ninety-seven," he told us.

"That's this way," said Jasper, pointing right.

We crept past the rows of shelves…sixty-one…seventy-eight…eighty-four…eighty-five…

I started feeling uneasy, and it took me a second to figure out why. I reached for Edward's arm. "I can't smell anything!"

Edward frowned, his eyes anxious. "No, there's something, but…"

"I can't find Renesmee's scent!" I breathed, my eyes widening.

We stopped and looked at each other. "Harry!" called Edward worriedly.

It was too late by then. Harry had stopped a short way ahead of us, looking around. "He should be here," he said to himself, "Somewhere about…here…"

"Harry," we called again, and he wheeled around wildly to stare at us.

"What?" he growled.

"No one's here," I choked, "Not Sirius…or Renesmee."

Harry was silent, refusing to believe it. He started running down the aisle, and then back.

Edward and I looked at the others. Jacob's face was pale, and Hermione and Ginny were shaking.

"No," said Alice, "She has to be here…somewhere. I still can't see anything!"

Hope flared in my chest like fire. "But…where?"

We turned at the sound of Ron's gasp, and found him staring in shock at one of the glass orbs. "Harry?" he called, "Have you seen this?"

"What?" asked Harry, jogging back. His face fell when he saw nothing of immediate importance.

"It's…it's got your name on it," answered Ron shakily, pointing at the orb.

"My name?' repeated Harry blankly, craning his neck to have a look. He stared at it in surprise for a moment, and then, hesitatingly, stretched out an arm to pick it up.

"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," Hermione told him suddenly, sounding scared.

"Why not?" asked Harry stubbornly, "It's got my name on it."

"Really," said Edward, "Don't touch it."

"Don't, Harry," added Neville, looking pale.

Harry looked at us all for a second, and I thought I saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. Without another moment of hesitation, he reached back up and lifted the orb off the shelf, bringing it down to his chest.

Everyone stared at the glass ball, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did.

There was no sound except for our breathing, and then…

"Edward!" I cried, hearing the sound of a dozen heartbeats suddenly coming from all directions before surrounding us.

"Very good, Potter," said an unfamiliar, drawling voice, "Now, turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me."

My family spun around with a hiss, but the others turned slowly, carefully. Lit wands were pointed directly at our hearts, so the ones whose didn't beat shifted so we were guarding the ones whose did.

"To me, Potter," repeated the man, ignoring the hostile vampires in front of him, and reaching his hand out.

"Where's Sirius?" asked Harry, clutching the orb tighter to him.

The Death Eaters laughed harshly.

"The Dark Lord always knows!" announced a woman to our left.

"Always," agreed the first male, "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

The Death Eater took a step forward, towards Harry, and I slipped into a crouch, the other vampires doing the same.

"Where is Renesmee?" I hissed, baring my teeth at the male.

He didn't pay any attention to me, his eyes focused solely on Harry. "Give me the prophecy, Potter," he repeated, still calm on the surface, but I could tell he was losing his patience, "or we start using wands."

I leaned forward, hissing quietly. Edward took my arm and tugged me back gently. "Let Harry handle this," he breathed in my ear.

"Go on, then," said Harry, sounding indifferent. I didn't turn, but I knew he had raised his wand, as had the others.

"He's starting to realise," Edward told us, his voice lower than a breath, "He's starting to understand Sirius isn't here."

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said the male.

Edward hissed at the lie, and I stiffened in response. Harry managed a sarcastic chuckle.

"Yeah, right," he snorted, "I give you this…prophecy, is it? And you'll let us skip off home, will you?"

And what about Renesmee? I thought to myself, shuddering internally.

The female Death Eater finally lost her patience. "Accio prophe…" she began.

"Protego!" Harry shouted, holding on to the prophecy tightly.

A low growl went around our family when the woman attacked. She stepped forward and pulled the dark hood off her face, revealing herself. I recognised Bellatrix Lestrange, and from everyone's reactions, I figured that they also knew who she was.

"Do you really need more persuasion?" she asked, "Very well." She looked at Ginny, "Watch while we torture the little girl."

Our protective circle around the group tightened.

"You will not attack any of us," growled Edward, narrowing his eyes, "Not lest you wish to smash the prophecy in the process."

"And I don't think your boss would be too happy with you if that were the case," added Harry coolly.

Despite myself, my lips turned up into a smirk when Bellatrix hesitated.

"So," continued Harry casually, "What kind of prophecy is this, anyway?"

"Do not play games with us, Potter," warned the male.

"I'm not playing games."

I realised what he was doing. He was keeping them talking; distracting them. He had a plan.

"Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" asked the male.

It was Harry's turn to be distracted. "I…what? What about my scar?" he asked, breaking away from his calm façade.

The male laughed and continued talking. Harry took the opportunity to whisper instructions to the rest of us.

"Smash shelves when I say now," he whispered.

The male was still talking, a sneer in his voice, oblivious to the game of Chinese Whispers going around the circle.

"So why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?" asked Harry, sounding genuinely curious.

"About both of you, Potter," corrected the Death Eater, "Haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"

I heard Harry's sharp intake of breath and stutter of heart. To my right, Rosalie hissed softly at the reminder of attempted infanticide.

There was a pause, then…

"NOW!" shouted Harry, and we sprang into action.

While the six humans smashed the shelves with the Reductor curse, my family launched themselves forward at the Death Eaters, Jacob phasing mid-leap.

I bee-lined for the male and held him by the throat.

"Where is my daughter?" I spat in his face.

"Oh, that pretty little thing?" he asked, "Don't worry, she's here. For now…"

I was distracted by Rosalie's cry of pain. I turned to find her curled up on the ground, with a Death Eater pointing their wand at her chest. Dropping the male, I barrelled into her attacker, easily prising the wand from their hand and snapping it in half. Rosalie sprang to her feet, looking slightly shaken, and shot me a grateful smile before rejoining the fight.

"RUN!" I heard Harry shout.

I grabbed the person nearest to me – Hermione – and Edward, Alice, Jasper and I sprinted away from the Death Eaters. We ran through the door into the room of clocks and slammed the door behind us.

Edward and Alice dropped Harry and Neville (I hadn't realised they'd carried them along) and I put Hermione down.

"Where are the others?" gasped Harry.

"They went the other way," replied Edward, "Rose, Emmett and Jacob are with them."

"Listen!" hissed Alice, nodding at the door.

We went silent and heard hurried footsteps and shouting following us.

"Leave Nott, leave him, I say – his injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing that prophecy." The male was the speaker.

"Lucius Malfoy," whispered Harry.

"Draco's father?" I breathed back, and he nodded.

"We'll split into pairs and search," Malfoy continued, "and don't forget, be gentle with Potter until we've got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary, but watch out for the vampires – Bellatrix, Rodolphus, you take the left; Crabbe, Rabastan, go right – Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead – Macnair and Avery, through here – Rookwood, over there – Mulciber, come with me!"

"What do we do?" whispered Hermione shakily.

Edward, Alice, Jasper and I slipped into crouches facing the door.

"Get behind us," we told them, "Hide."

The three ducked under a few desks, and from behind the door, we heard someone shout, "Alohomora!"

We tensed, leaning forward, and the door swung open with a bang. Two Death Eaters hurried inside, and stopped, wands drawn, when they saw us.

We growled warningly, and they pointed their wands at me and Alice – the weak looking ones. I quickly tried spreading my shield over the others, but I didn't get far before it snapped back into place. I gasped with the effort, and the Death Eaters took aim.

"Crucio!" they shouted together, and two jets of light shot towards us. The shield over my mind made the one that hit me bounce off my chest without harming me, but Alice squeaked in surprise and pain.

The attack on Alice was enough for Jasper, who launched himself at the two Death Eaters, knocking one of them to the floor. The Cruciatus Curse on Alice broke off, and she gasped, joining her husband and hitting the other Death Eater over the head with enough force to knock him unconscious. Jasper delivered a similar blow to the first Death Eater, and the two men slumped to the floor.

"Let's get out of here," muttered Alice.

Harry, Hermione and Neville crept out from their hiding spots, trembling on their feet. We started heading through the next door into the spinning room.

"What happened, Bella?" asked Edward urgently, and I shook my head, dazed.

"I tried shielding everyone, I swear!" I told him, "I don't know why it didn't work!"

"You're under too much stress, I expect," said Jasper, sounding worried, "It's too much for your mind to shield others."

"Well that's convenient to know," said a small, sweet voice from behind us, and we spun to face two more Death Eaters and a vampire with a smug smile on her angelic face.