A/N: Holy Sugar Honey Ice Tea. ;-; First off, I'm terribly sorry for my absence, I reaally need to work out of my writer's block. I haven't written anything good and I've practically been writing drafts on a note book, then erasing it. And then, I figured out, that my mistake was that I said Harry was at work on Friday, and got Draco's letter about the party that happened on FRIDAY and so I was facepalming all along, because the review I got on the last chapter was right. I will now change ALL the dates on the chapters, along with the dates used in this chapter. ;-; I'm such an idiot.
Anyway, enjoy this short chapter, it's mostly Draco's POV and a bit of Harry's, but this happens on Saturday morning. :D I'll explain everything that changed in the other chapters as well, don't you worry loves.
*additional note* The chapters have been updated and I fixed any mistakes/dates that I had and I'm so glad I noticed it. Again, thanks to that reader, who pointed it out. :D

Disclaimer(s): I do not own any of the original characters/places. I only own the keyboard this is written on, along with the OC's and any additional places. :D

Warning(s): A bit of strong language again, a kind of creepy/scary image at the beginning, and I think just because it's mostly Drarry in here, you'll enjoy it. Nothing too much. :P

Have fun reading, read and review, and I hope you have a great weekend!

P.S.: I've decided to update the chapters each week, somewhere around Tuesday/Wednesday, depends if I have any tests. That way you can have some fun during the week. :D

Taken By Flames

Chapter 4

Fire.
All Draco could see around him was red and orange flames surrounding him dangerously, ready to swallow him up in their terrifying heat. Draco knew he'd seen that before.

"Breathe, Draco. Breathe, it's just a dream." he told himself strongly.

He heard a hearttearing scream and his head turned around faster than an owl's.

"Scorpius!" he cried out as he saw his son tied on a wooden chair, his clothes already burnt up and torn apart across his chest.

Draco swore he could also see blood on his son and this terrified him. "Scorpius, listen to me! I'm here, I'll save-" he said but his words were cut off as Scorpius let out another strangled cry and his eyes turned to his father. Scorpius's hair was damp and burnt at the ends, his body was broken and tinier than before. But what was the most shocking part could make anyone want to vomit their insides. Draco jumped backwards in instinct; Scorpius eyes were hollow and blood was on the holes where his gorgeous pale grey to blue eyes used to be.

"Help me daddy."

Draco shook his head as his son's voice cracked and came out as a broken whisper, combined with a creepy stare from those blood-covered holes. He covered his head with his arms and crawled at the floor. The only thing he could feel was a cold river of sweat running down his spine; it was extremely cold compared to his enviroment. Way too cold. He screamed and tried backing away as the flames began enveloping him, a pile of stacked things falling towards him, feeling the ground thrash from underneath him. He felt himself falling and screamed once more, the image of his son haunting him as he fell through the darkness and the burning piles crashed his body.

Heavy breathing and quiet sobs had replaced the screams and Draco's unsettleness in the bed as his eyes opened widely. "Fucking hell..." he whimpered and clutched his stomach, about to be sick any minute now.

He checked the time on his cellphone. It was 5 AM on Saturday. He had only slept two hours, and he cursed under his breath. The party had finished around 12:30, and the others didn't have a clue about Scorpius leaving. After sobbing in Blaise's arms and trying to reach Scorpius's friends by their phones and even searching the area, Blaise had taken him home around 1 AM but Draco begged him to stay and help him figure what else he could do. Blaise had eventually crashed on the couch and Draco had stayed up and read every summoning spell he could find. But Scorpius could not be reached.

Finally getting tired of sitting around, Draco had taken the car and drove around the area again but didn't find a thing and decided to give up after almost crashing into a store. He got in bed at 3 AM but even then, he couldn't sleep. And now that he'd finally fallen asleep, and after barely two hours of sleep he'd woken up with a terrible nightmare.

Draco slowly got up from his bed and walked over to the living room, seeing Blaise snorring drunkenly on the couch. Draco was much more used to drinking, and so he got himself some more alcochol, sitting on the couch and whimpering silently. He then remembered something. He had access to Scorpius's emails. So if he could find any email from his friends and figure out the place Scorpius was at, he could go and find his son! That was it!

He got off the couch happily and ran into Scorpius's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and went over to Scorpius's desk, looking at his laptop. Draco hadn't allowed his son to get something expensive with the new technologies, and Scorpius always complained about his computer being too slow for the techonology's data. Draco would simply say no and deny further talks about it.

As Draco entered the password to the email account of his son, he wondered if he would figure anything out. And then he remembered his letter to Saint-Potter. Had he even seen it? Was he that much of an arse to not have responded until now? It'd been hours since he sent it, and it was now Saturday, he had no excuse whatsoever to ignore him.

Or well, maybe the fact that they hadn't talked in years.

And the fact that Draco had been hating his guts ever since he denied his friendship. That was another story though.

Draco sighed as the email opened and he gasped when an error page came up. He tried finding a way to fix it but was always too distant with the muggle devices, so he had no idea how that thing worked. He groaned and closed the computer, giving up. He decided to find Harry's number and call him. He searched all over in his phone and then remembered he didn't have Harry's phone. He cursed loudly and gave up. It was best to wait.

Harry had gone home on Friday night, not really knowing what to do with the letter he got from Draco. He had no clue how to contact him, besides owling him, but that could take days and Harry didn't want Draco's son to be in more danger if the letter got delayed. He asked for Miranda to find some information on Malfoy's background and he found his phone but it was not the safest way to communicate with the blond.

He also found out that the person who had had the largest grudge against him was someone who used to be his friend.

"Miranda, check if you can contact Gregory Goyle, I'd like to have a chat with him. And please find a way to get Draco Malfoy here as well." He told his secretary as he kept searching through the internet for any kind of information. He'd gotten himself a computer only for his work so he could look up old filed Auror cases, even if Miranda suggested the papers were still necessary.

After hours of searching, Miranda had gotten Harry an appointment with the man but still no sight of Malfoy.

"Potter."

Harry's head turned up and he stood when he saw the man before him. "Goyle." He acknowledged him and nodded for him to sit down.

"I was curious of this sudden call." Goyle responded.

"I'd like to ask if you've visited Malfoy and his son lately." Harry said in careful tone.

Goyle thought for a second. "Hmm, no, I haven't actually. What's up with that prat?" he snapped.

Harry sat down on his chair and sighed. "His son's missing." he announced.

Goyle looked at him. "So you think I kidnapped the boy?" he acused.

"No, I was just curious, I've no way of speaking with Malfoy, so I was hoping you could help me." Harry said, glancing at him.

Goyle nodded. "Still don't get what you want from me, Potter."

"It's Auror Potter."

"I don't give a damn." Goyle hissed.

"You may as well leave my office now, since I do not tolerate disrespect in my work place." Harry growled.

Goyle got up, dimsissing himself and leaving.

"Not a smart move, Mr Potter." A voice said as soon as Goyle was gone.

"Miranda, not now." Harry sighed.

"Try searching for his background. Maybe that'll help." Miranda huffed and walked out of Harry's office.

Harry leaned back to his chair and closed his eyes. "Why do I always have to be the main target..." he sighed.

A/N: I know this is really short, and I'm so sorry, but I had aweful writer's block, and stuff are happening. I promise to update sooner, and I promise to be more descriptive on the next chapters, I'm taking a trip to Athens tomorrow night, so I'll be getting creative and write a chapter at least. :D

Thanks for all the reviews, favorites and follows, it really means a lot to me! Love you all, sorry for the aweful dellay, bbai!

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~Venustus