In another realm, two children had looked at their captors with fear. Emilia had been able to set her shield up for a few minutes. However, she wasn't able to sustained it; it was too taxing for a little girl.
"Keep your energy child, you will need it," a mocking voice sounded. One of the captors casted a sleeping spell on Thomas, leaving Emilia to confront the leader alone.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked crying. "My name is Gaelel, and as for what we want. It is simple – you. You were supposed to be the great ambassador for the realms. They had treat you as a princess, had given you gifts. They had done everything for you to be able to bring peace and prosperity. Blah, blah, blah. Believe me, child, that would never happen."
Gaelel came closer to her, "You see; peace and prosperity is not good for my business. Only war and chaos can keep us happy. It's nothing personal, really."
"You are a demon," she said.
"My, oh my, you are an intelligent little thing, aren't you?" chuckled the captor.
"Where are we?"
"We are in a house located between realms, not here and not there, somewhere in between. Isn't it convenient, dear. Most people call it the underworld, hell or limbo, depending on the religion. They all wrong, though, because what it truly is – a place of separation with the universe. Enough of this, put them in the dungeons."
Two people grabbed them roughly. Once they put them in a cell, Emilia noticed that Thomas was still unconscious. She had never been so frighten in her short life. But she knew, she needed to focus, to concentrate. She needed to find a way to escape. Suddenly the thought about her father bolted through her mind.
He was injured or even dead, she thought. No, the girls told to herself, no, I cannot think like that. Papa is fine, and he is worrying.
She needed to think of something. What her father always told her? Constant vigilance. Now, she needed to find the way to send a message to her protectors, or maybe, open a portal. Though, with all these demons around, a portal probably won't work.
Emilia glanced at Thomas. She felt responsible for him as well. The disappointing part was, that her training wasn't anywhere near of dealing with demons. If Ael was there, what would be the first thing he would look for? Emilia turned around, looking for windows and listening to sounds. She tried to pay attention to vaguely heard conversations. When that didn't work, she tried to relax and let her magic to transcend.
But, she was tired, cold and hungry. So, she decided to get some sleep.
Three days later….
Harry could hear voices around him. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt too heavy.
"We have to tell him," he recognized Ron's voice.
"He is in a very delicate state," contradicted a melodic voice. Ahh, Hermione, Harry thought.
"What do you need to tell me?" he rasped with difficulties.
"Harry, you are awake!" that was Luna. He tried to sit down but everything hurted quite badly.
"Where's Emilia?"
"Ah, well…"
"Where is my daughter?"
"Harry you need to calm down; you were hit with a Sectumsempra. You are not completely healed yet."
"This is me being calm Hermione. However, hell will break loose if you do not answer me. So, for the last time, WHERE…IS…MY…DAUGTHER?" he shouted, the waves of his magic shook everything around him.
His friends looked at each other before answering. Then, Hermione, as the bravest one said, "Harry, Emilia was taken." He looked from one to the other, hoping that they were joking. Before neither of them could do anything, they felt Harry's magic first crackling and then, a minute later, they all were thrown to an opposite wall by immense force.
Harry stood up from the bed, leaning against the reel of the bed, his eyes full of anger. "How many days have I been unconscious?" The response came from Ael, "Three days, Harry."
"Ah, now you showed up. I will ask you then, where is my daughter, Ael? "Harry's patience was growing thinner by the minute; his magic were totally out of control.
"We don't know. She is surrounded by something that blocks everything else. We suspect that she is in another realm, or there is too much evil around her."
"So let me get this straight. My daughter had been missing for three days, AND YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING!" as he spoke the windows of the room shattered. Everyone ducked to avoid the flying glass pieces. Harry walked slowly to the door, transfiguring his hospital gown in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers using wandless magic.
"I consider myself released from care, Hermione. I have to look for my daughter." And with that he stormed out of the door; nobody dared to stop him. Luna recovered first and followed him. In his condition, more than one could get hurt if they would have the audacity to confront him.
As soon as she was out of the building, he saw him getting ready to Apparate.
"Where are you going?"
"Luna, this is a very stupid question?"
Slowly, she came closer to him, her movements guarded, the magic around him was still crackling. "And where exactly are you going without a plan of action or a location?"
That seemed to do it. For a minute, Harry froze and then he slumped down on the floor, sobbing.
"Why me? Why did I return? Why did I expose her to danger? Why? I should have bind her powers and never introduce her to magic. She would've been safer," he cried in desperation.
"Harry, don't say that. That could have been disastrous. She is too powerful. Emilia was destined to do a wonderful job, and you are her only mediator, her primary guide and protector. If you stayed, eventually her powers would have shown, and then what? You could not change who you are or who she is. This could have happened anywhere. She had been targeted since her birth, for being your daughter and for being a Princess. We had been searching for her since she had been taken. The only thing that we know that she had not been taken alone. There was another child, Pansy Parkinson's son, Thomas Burke. She is very strong Harry. I promise; she will come back to us. But we need the Harry Potter, the strategist and the warrior to stand with us."
"Luna you are asking too much of me, she is my daughter, for God's sake."
"We know that, Mr. Potter, but there are evil forces combined from both realms. They want to destroy the future that your daughter represents, a future with peace and prosperity to all realms."
"I just want my daughter back with me, which is where she belongs. She is just a child. Why were you unable to protect her?" he demanded.
"Once we followed her to the alley, a dark force blocked our sight."
"Can you feel her Harry?" Luna asked.
"I only feel her emotions" Sinora interrupted.
"Good, that signified that we haven't lost all connections with her. There is still hope then."
"Let's get to work," Luna said.
Defeated he followed them down stairs.
The place was cold.
They had been in and out of it for the past three days. She paced through the cell, coughing every so often. Emilia couldn't find the solution. 'What do they want from me? I'm only a kid'. The constant Thomas' whining didn't help either. She felt weaker each day and her chest began to hurt. She knew that once the coughing started, an asthma attack was imminent. She needed to get out, and soon.
At that moment, the door opened and she recognized the person as a wizard, Avery. She recognized the name from the books of JK Rowling about her father. He was a Death Eater, but what he wanted to gain from an alliance with a demon, that was something she didn't not find out yet. But, she kept her ears on alert, ready to pick up any information.
It was the time when the captors took them to the bathroom. 'At least something is civilized around here' she thought distracted. "Think, Emilia, think, ok here goes nothing'.
"Mr. Avery, what you are going to do to us?" Avery snorted.
"If it were for me, you would be dead by now. But the boss is waiting for a star formation or something, so he will be able to take your powers and your life force."
"That would be her fate, But what about me, I didn't do anything," whined Thomas.
"Boy, you are a coward. At least the girl is not whining all the time, and not asking for her mummy like you."
Emilia took the opportunity to look around. She did it every time that they took them out of the cell. She watched, listened and kept mental notes of everything she saw. She also tried to sense any dark magic. Up until now she didn't try to open the portal. They were never alone.
"Mr. Avery, did any of you perform any dark magic here?"
He sounded annoyed, "You ask to many questions, girl. Are you sure you are Potter's daughter; you sound more like that mudblood."
"Don't call my godmother a mudblood, you, big fat bully. She got more magic in her little finger than you, you jerk!"
"You should be careful, little girl, or you will find out what is a Crucio faster than you can say Quidditch."
Emilia kept quiet from that moment on. She knew that her time was running out, and if she wanted to see another day, she needed to start using her brain. She certainly knew that her father is looking for her right at this moment. And that he will find her, eventually. She needed to help him somehow.
Once back in the cell, there was a moment when they finally were left alone. Usually those moments didn't last long, so she set her plan in motion. She knew that she won't be able to open a portal to escape, but she might be able to open a portal and send a message.
"Thomas, I need you to watch the door, while I'll do something."
"What is in it for me?"
"You are really an arse you know," she coughed.
"Do you want to get out of here or not?" He nodded.
"Ok, so keep an eye on the door and if you hear anything let me know."
He nodded again.
"Oscailte tairseach (open portal)," The moment Emilia saw a little hole, she ripped a piece of her clothes sent it through the portal.
"How did you do that?" Thomas asked.
"That is not important. I hope that my Papa will see it."
They all felt the ripple of magic in the house. Franticly, they tried to identify from where it came. Jacob and Scorpius were the first in her room. They found Mino, playing with a piece of fabric. They didn't think it was too important until Harry came in.
"Mino, what do you got here? Oh my God, this is Emilia's!"
Ael touched the piece of fabric and smelled it. "She is with a demon."
Looking at Harry, he continued. "If my suppositions are correct, she is in the place in between." He gave the piece of fabric to Sirona. "She had sent this through a portal. She is getting weaker."
"What? What do you mean weaker?"
"What I meant was that she wasn't able to open a bigger portal to escape. It could be the dark magic surrounding her or she is getting sick."
"She can use her healing powers, right?"
Sirona shook her head no. "Her powers are to heal other people and not to be used on her."
"So, what are we waiting for?" asked Harry.
"Can we reverse the portal using the fabric?"
"It could be done. Only two persons who love Emilia can go. Once you are there, grab the children and get in the portal as quickly as possible; in the portal you will be safe. Stay in one of the cities until you receive a signal from me."
"I am the logical choice I'm her father."
Hermione stepped forward and said, "I will go, she is my goddaughter".
"Hermione, I'm grateful for the gesture but you have a family to think about, we don't know how messy this will turn out, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
"But Harry…," he put a finger in her mouth to stop her.
"I'll go," came Luna's voice from the hallway. "She was in my charge and I feel responsible. Besides, who can not to love the little rascal, once you get to know her," she smiled.
"Ok, the portal would take you close to where she is. Once you are there, you will have about an hour until the second portal can be open. The second portal will be open with the combine magic from Emilia and you Harry. A bit of advice, if you encounter any evil being do not turn your back on them," said Sucellos.
Harry took his invisibility cloak and his wand, looked at Luna and nodded. "We are ready; open the portal."
"Good luck. Oscailte tairseach(open portal)." A hole opens in midair, before the astonished eyes of those who were present.
Before Harry crossed the portal, he looked at his friends: Ron, Hermione, Draco and Neville.
"We'll be waiting; bring her home Harry," Ron said.
Draco went to look for Pansy, to explain to her what had happened and to bring her there to wait for her son.