When Harry opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. The only thing he could see in the total darkness were Draco's boots, which he'd "accidentally" made glow in the dark a few days earlier. "I never thought that would come in handy, Harry," he muttered sarcastically.

"Where are we?" Harry brushed spiders off of his head. Well, he fervently hoped that they were only spiders.

"I haven't the slightest idea. We could be anywhere, but I assume we're at an underused family property…there are several of those. A few in Canada, Switzerland, Belgium, I think there's one in Australia or New Zealand, but judging by the amount of spiders in here, I'd say it's somewhere cold."Draco rubbed his forehead. "Why don't you try to make some light in here? I can't find my wand."

"I can't either. We're either going to have to risk turning into our Animagus forms to set fire to wherever this is, or risk there being wards against wandless magic. We're good enough at it; we've been using only wandless magic at school since before we took our OWLs." Harry tried to conjure some illumination. Within seconds, a bright blue flame, the kind that was Hermione's specialty, appeared in his hand. It allowed them to get a better look at the room. "Looks like some sort of prison cell."

"Indeed. This cell was originally built to hold Malfoy debtors, but it's quite obviously fallen into disrepair. I'm not going to fix it…I rather like the atmosphere."

If Harry and Draco hadn't been so angry at the sight of their grandfather, they would have laughed at the large spider that had fallen onto the older Malfoy's shiny silver hair. "Where are our wands?"Draco snarled.

"You'll get them back when I'm finished training you. I've come to feed you, as you haven't eaten in over a week."

Harry's heart sank. That meant that yesterday had probably been September 1. Hermione would have had to handle Head duties by herself and explain where Harry and Draco were to Ginny, the only person that would even care, other than some of the Quidditch team. " 'Mione…are you at Hogwarts yet?"

"Harry! Are you all right? Where are you? I've been so worried! Our location-bond isn't active right now. I thought you were dead."

"Draco and I are fine for now and we'll have to work on the spells later. It shouldn't be too much trouble, after all, we came up with the present version first year."

"We haven't got the slightest clue where we are. We've been unconscious in some sort of cell for over a week. Try looking up the Malfoy properties in colder regions. Have Sev or Sirius go to Gringotts for you. They're authorized to enter the Malfoy vaults."

"I will. Thank you, Dragon. I'm so glad you both are okay. I thought for sure he'd try to kill you."

"That's not completely out of his list of options, love. Don't worry about us." Harry knew she was probably crying right now. That's what Hermione did when she was really worried and stressed. "Do you think Draco could do the Harmony Spell with me? We've never tried it wandless, and Gramps has our wands."

"Maybe. Try it. I've got to go now, your sisters are demanding our attention. I love you, Harry."

"Love you too, Dearest."

"I assure you of my deepest bond of brotherly love for you, Hermione." Despite the situation, Draco grinned at Harry.

"What just happened to you two? It was like you went into a trance. You aren't a seer are you?"Abraxas asked the last question with a bit too much glee. Harry looked at Draco. He couldn't lie, it was impossible for him, but if his brother answered it would be suspicious.

"Neither of us have any useful Seer talent." Draco answered angrily.

Abraxas opened the door that was keeping them inside and prodded them up the crumbling stone steps. "I find that impossible to believe, considering the fact that Aurelia McGonagall would have been a very powerful Seer had my dear friend Albus not properly quelled it. She was your grandmother, was she not, Harry? My wife also had some talent in the area. It would be nearly impossible for you not to have a degree of it." Harry remained silent as they walked toward a large banquet hall and were ordered to sit down at one end of the very long table. "If I'm going to mold the two of you into my minions, I might as well know more about you. What are your best school subjects?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. It was quite obvious that this was an attempt to lull them into a false sense of security, and the two had been around Voldemort and Dark wizards enough to be aware of it. "We don't follow the traditional school curriculum any longer. We haven't for a few years now."

"Oh?" Abraxas was intrigued. "I wasn't aware that there were special classes for those who were above average."

"There aren't. We do much of our studying independently."That told him a lot, but they weren't by any means going to tell him about any of the spells they'd invented. Severus had gone over a plan with them about what to tell if they were captured. Dragon and Snitch were going to make their Marauder relatives proud.

"Who instructs you?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and did his best impression of his godfather. "If we told you all of our secrets, that would put us at a severe disadvantage since we know none of yours."

Draco snickered. He almost felt bad about feeling a bit of happiness when the man who'd become his father and his mother were both dead, but he knew they'd want him to enjoy life. Both of them had known the risks of Gawain being an Auror and being members of Abraxas' family. Harry seemed to be thinking the same thing. "Draco, when we get home, we're putting Uncle Sev and Uncle Sirius in our bond. It won't be super difficult, and I think they'd like it if we did."

"Good idea. We're freaking Abraxas out again."

"I prefer to keep it that way."

They could see the wheels turning in "Gramps" mind. He was formulating some plan…they could only hope it wasn't going to be detrimental to their lives.

A/n: I'll try to get a few more chapters out in the next two weeks before I go back to school...then, I can't promise I'll update nearly as much.