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The door swung open and the occupants of the cell glanced over at the Death Eater glaring at them.

Harry's eyes narrowed as the Death Eater stood quite still, his wand hand twitching slightly at his side and Harry could tell that all this person wanted to do was curse them into oblivion.

He inched over towards his Sirius, Remus and Lily who had huddled themselves against the far wall.

His silencing spell had broken and Harry had shuddered to think why. The staring match went on for what seemed like hours before Sirius finally broke the silence.

"What the hell do you want?" he spat angrily.

The Death Eater shrugged and stepped out slightly, bent down and threw a few bowls of soup, it seemed, across the floor.

Harry watched as the bowls skidded to a halt, and although he felt hungry he didn't feel like eating.

"Eat," growled the Death Eater,

"Don't worry there isn't anything added to it," he finished lazily as the small group eyed him dubiously.

With that he slammed the door and clicked the lock.

Harry glanced at Lily and Remus, who shrugged in reply. Sirius sighed loudly.

"I don't think they want to starve us, or kill us in a pathetic way like spiking our food."

Harry agreed with him silently and so, it seemed, did Remus and Lily.

It would be quite pointless to go to all the effort of capturing them just to kill them with poison.

No, Harry though bitterly, if it's going to happen they'll do it personally to enjoy it more.

"Moony, use the wolf in you. Sniff it see what you think," muttered Sirius.

From anyone but his friends Remus would have taken offence at being used like this. He crept forwards and seized one of the clay bowls, sitting back carefully he sniffed at the brown watery concoction. A few more times he did the same, before nodding looking round and saying,

"Onion soup, nothing else."

But he instantly put down the bowl and leant against the wall. Just like Harry nobody felt like eating, all couldn't help but think of what was happening to James right about now.

Back in the present time Remus and his little group had arrived outside Malfoy Manor. The had hidden themselves in the thick undergrowth that surrounded the mansion's iron fence. Remus turned to face them again. All of them had a grim determination etched on their faces and he smiled at them.

"Ok as I said, he will most likely not be here. We need to be stealthy. If possible nobody should know that we're even here. Be careful of alarms and sensors."

The group nodded and pulled out their wands.

"We'll go in the front door and spilt into two. One upstairs, one downstairs." He turned around and shifted slowly out of the bushes.

Harry stared up at the small window of the cell, dusk was falling and stars were starting to pierce the night sky. He shivered and stared at his empty bowel.

Hunger had finally overpowered all of them and they had had to eat. Remus was correct, it was just onion soup. Not a particularly good one, practically all water but sustenance all the same.

He settled himself against the stone wall, and started wondering if the Order were on the alert at all, did they have any idea at all where he could be.

He was jolted from his musings by the lock clicking and he let his gaze fall on it lazily, and felt Remus and Sirius shift at either side of him.

The door creaked open slowly, painfully. Light filtered in from the candles burning outside the doorway, and Harry could make out a black figure struggling.

He craned his neck, but felt Sirius put his hand heavily on his shoulder to stop him getting up. He glanced at Sirius and nodded briefly before turning his attention back. A gruff voice muttered something including,

"throw… leave…don't care," Harry watched as the light outside became brighter as one person walked off and left this other Death Eater straining to do whatever he was trying to do.

After what seemed like an age, and in the time Harry had thought he could have probably nipped past.

Another figure was dragged into the doorway, obviously bound and weak by the way it was standing. Harry felt his face drain of colour as he realised who this person could be.

The rest it seemed had had the same thought as he heard his mum whimper and Remus pulled her close, Sirius was growling under his breath.

There was a brief tussle outside before the Death Eater kicked the other sharply and threw him in roughly.

James landed roughly on the cold hard floor just in front of Harry and Sirius. Sirius rushed forwards and quickly untied James' hands so he could sit upright.

His hazel eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at the figure still stood in the door.

"Piss off," growled James to the figure.

The figure seemed to shift nervously.

"Y..you must under…understand J..James. I had n…no choice," said a small stuttering voice. Harry's memories quickly flooded and he recognised Wormtail's pitiful whining.

"Peter," mumbled Remus sounding oddly calm. The figure shifted again before raising his wand. He flicked his wand and conjured a few candles on to the walls. The glow lit up Peter's rat-like face.

Sirius let out a roar of frustration.

Now Harry and the others could see James condition and it wasn't pleasant. He was incredibly pale, and was sweating slightly. His face was dashed with smears of blood and beginnings of bruises. His shirt had been removed and peppered all over his chest and back were lash marks made by, from what Harry could remember from muggle schooling, whips.

He also seemed to have received a number of punches and other such like to his stomach, which was a light red colour. James was clutching his side and breathing deeply, but his eyes were burning bright full of determination.

"Enjoy that did you," snarled James.

"Jame…" started Peter but Sirius cut across him sharply.

"Course he did, loves a good backstabbing does our Pete," and he fixed Peter with a murderous stare.

Peter glanced around Lily, Remus and finally Harry and his mouth dropped open. He closed his mouth slowly pointed at Harry quickly. Remus cottoned on first.

"This is Harry, James' and Lily's son from the future." Peter stepped inside the cell slightly and started towards Harry, but Harry quickly stood up.

"Don't come near me," he muttered lowly. Peter froze and looked at him pleadingly.

"I hated you in my own time and I really despise you now."

Peter shrunk back, and closed the door behind him, leaving the soft glowing light of the candles.

James let out a loud gasp as he removed his hand from his side, and Lily rushed to him. There wasn't much they could do to help, no magic, no resources, nothing of use. James eventually eased himself into a fairly comfortable position.

"What happened?" wept Lily as she wiped some blood from James' cheek.

"Well, as they said, they took me to the torture room. Continuous torture with wizard and muggle ways. Then for the last part I glanced over at my torturer and it was no other than Peter. The slimy little sneak was torturing me."

Harry felt his blood boil, and his fist clenched up. Sirius was now fluently insulting Peter colourfully, from his parentage to what soap he used.

Remus and his small group were now safely in the lobby of Malfoy Manor, they had encountered no alarms, sensors or magical wards which Remus had expected.

He, Arthur and Tonks took the stairs upstairs towards the bedrooms, whist Bill, Charlie, Moody and Kingsley took off down a long corridor towards the living room and kitchens.

Remus held his hand out behind him as they reached the top and he stared intently down the dark passageway. From what he could see there were four doors coming off it, two at ether side. He turned his head back slightly and whispered.

"Two either side, Tonks with me with these two," he gestured with his hand to the left.

"And Arthur can you manage those on the right?," Arthur nodded quickly and set off quickly, creeping inside the first room, wand drawn.

Remus stepped quietly off towards the first room on the left, Tonks at his heel. Pushing open the white door, it creaked loudly and he winced at the sound.

Nothing happened, no jinxes fired, no alarms. He breathed out and stepped inside. Looking around he took in the magnificent room. It was completely coloured with cream.

A large four poster bed faced him against the far wall, a neat little dressing table was next to that. To his left was a large wardrobe, fit for a king, on the right was a large window overlooking the garden and a quaint pond.

The walls were covered with expensive looking art and pictures, and above his head he found a large crystal chandelier shimmering slightly. He and Tonks set about searching the room for hidden passages and rooms, because it was obvious that Malfoy wasn't there.

After searching fruitlessly for over half an hour they gave up, and moved on to the next room. Once this door was opened they found it to be similarly decorated, the only difference being that the bedcovers seemed more feminine.

Once again no alarms went off, nothing flashed to suggest a silent alarm either. And once again after a quick search no secret passages. Remus sighed loudly, he hadn't expected to find anything but there was always that glimmer of hope.

"Hey," he heard Tonks mutter behind him and he spun round quickly. She was looking at him sympathetically. He groaned slightly and dropped down on to the bed heavily. Tonks came and sat beside him, she was not really good at these sort of situations.

"It's ok," she murmured quietly not quite believing her own ears. They had no clues, no leads, no solid eye witness accounts, no contacts, absolutely nothing.

She swallowed and glanced up at Remus' eyes which were now staring fixedly at the floor. Just determination she thought. She wrapped her arms around him and rest her head lightly on his shoulder, people did this sort of thing to her when she was upset so maybe it was a good thing.

Remus was taking slow, shuddering breaths to calm the annoyance he felt for himself. He'd heard Tonks tell him it was ok, but didn't think she believed it.

Then as he stared unseeingly he felt a warmth around his arms and the lightest pressure on his shoulder. He shook his head and blinked himself out of his trance.

Tonks was hugging him?

Comforting him?

For a while now he had felt feelings towards her, but never acted because of his condition.

Maybe, just maybe she felt similarly?

No this was a friendly comforting hug, he was positive. He put his arms around her slowly and laid his head on top of hers.

Or maybe? he thought.

Fifteen minutes later and Remus' smaller group of the Order had congregated in the main hallway again, the majority of which having found nothing.

The only thing they had got was a small piece of parchment Arthur had found in one of the bedrooms he'd searched. It was tiny to say the least and torn, half of what was written was missing.

Remus lit up his wand and scrutinised the small piece of parchment. From what he could make out it said

'10 O Clock Rid….' This was ripped off, the second line read.

'Magpie In…' again ripped off.

'Whitby,'

Remus breathed in deeply. From what little it said he guessed these were notes Draco had made of his plans.

He passed the paper round and explained what he thought, the general agreement was that Draco Malfoy was in hiding in Whitby.

Being a mainly muggle town they would have to be careful, more than likely need to book into this place at Whitby and stake it out before making a move.

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