A/N: I'm so sorry I couldn't update anything, I was busy as hell. Anywho, there's a new, slightly longer chapter here! :D 1300 words, I'm proud of myself! Sorry for the constant change of POV's that you'll see in this chapter, I felt better writing that way. I'm super duper happy this time, and there are plenty of reasons for that but I won't elaborate ;)

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Taken By Flames - Chapter Five

Harry was buried under a pile of paperwork by the time night fell on Friday. He hadn't found anything on the Malfoy's; as if they never existed.

He thought things over in his head, scratching the back of his head. "Better leave…" he muttered to himself and got up, cleaning the papers and everything he had about the Wizarding World. He sighed and went home, sleeping and leaving it for the next day.

Scorpius came into consciousness on Saturday morning. He made a small muffled noise when he lifted his head dizzily, trying to look around. His eyes were covered with something that felt like a blindfold and he couldn't speak since someone had covered his mouth with muggle duck tape. Well, fuck.

"Ah, you woke up." The same voice from yesterday greeted him as soon as he started moving.

Scorpius struggled to move; but he couldn't. He was sat on a wooden chair that smelled oddly much like gasoline and he could barely feel his hands that were tied behind his back. He felt ropes around his chest and legs and started fighting them. The more he moved, the more the ropes cut into his skin. He stopped struggling when a hand pressed on his chin and took away the tape.

"See if you can speak for yourself now."

"What do you want from me?!" Scorpius croaked in fear and tried pulling away from the firm hand on his chin.

"You are of no use to me, kid. But if it will get your family to pay for what he did to me, then you will stay here." The voice hissed and let go of Scorpius's chin.

"H-How did you find me?" the blond whispered.

"I trapped your email. And then I made it impossible for your family to find you before I could send out my terms. I believe that by now he must've gotten them, what do'ya say?" he said and laughed smugly.

"You'll get arrested for this…" Scorpius whispered.

"Aw, the itchy bitchy baby grew up. Well done, Scorpy" the voice trailed again.

Scorpius could've sworn the person holding him hostage was a man. He wasn't so sure of that anymore.

Draco woke up with a throbbing headache the morning after the party, dark bags taking their place under his eyes. He walked sleepily into the kitchen to make coffee before two owls came flying in through his window.

One of them left a big box on the kitchen and then proceeded to leave quickly, but the other sat confused on the windowsill, waiting for the blond to pick up the letter from its foot.

Draco walked carefully towards the owl that had stayed and took the letter from it, opening it carefully.

"Dear Mr Malfoy,

You may not know me, and nor do I. My name is Miranda Waters; I am Harry Potter's personal assistant and helper. I noticed that your letter remained unanswered and since Mr. Potter left the office, I did my research and decided to reply to your letter.

I'm really sorry to hear about your son. Mr. Potter did a full research on your background to find any sort of evidence but couldn't find anything related to this sudden kidnap. But, I did a research of my own and since Mr. Potter called into his office a man called Gregory Goyle, I thought I'd do a little research on that man. It turns out that he has some sort of grudge against you?

Let me know if you know that man, and I will try and help as best as I can on Mr. Potter's behalf.

Have a good day,
Miranda Waters."

Draco sighed and left the letter on the counter. He should've guessed that Saint-Potter wouldn't respond himself. He huffed and moved to open the box on the table. It seemed heavy and really carefully taped.

He cast wandless magic on it to open it and jumped backwards when a large beam of fire sprung out and started threatening him. "B-Blaise! Blaise, help!" Draco stammered and grabbed his wand, trying to fight it back.

"Aguamenti!" he croaked, but the water went flying through the fire instead of putting it out. "Blaise god damn it!" he yelled and tried getting away from the fire, tripping on the kitchen carpet and landing squarely on the floor. The fire beam followed him threateningly and kept coming towards him.

Blaise ran into the kitchen. "What the fuck Draco, what's the matter?!" he yelled; he only saw the blond wailing on the floor.

"There's a bloody fire in here!" Draco yelled back.

"No, there isn't…" Blaise mumbled, thinking Draco had gone insane.

"It's from the fucking box!" Draco cried out and curled on a ball to protect himself.

Blaise rushed to the box and cast a spell detecting charm before muttering "Finite Incantantem."
Only then Draco calmed down and resolved into loud sobs, hiding his face. Blaise fell to his knees and pulled the blond against his chest. "Shh, it's gone now. No one's threatening you." He promised to his best friend.

"Who told you to send him a letter without my permission?!" Harry yelled infuriated as he was called into work on that Saturday morning.

"You weren't going to do anything to help the poor man! His son is gone, what do you think he wanted, to sit around and wait for you to respond to his letter?!" Miranda yelled back.

"Since when do you take decisions, Miranda?" Harry mumbled and stormed into his office, followed by an infuriated Miranda who slammed the door behind her.

"Mr. Potter, the man asked for your help! Step off of your high horse for once and do what they asked you to do! Help them!" Miranda bellowed.

Harry was now fuming. "Do you know… for how many years I've been doing just that? For how many years I listened to what others told me, did what the community expected from me? Do you know how many times I saved lives and put mine into risk?" he said, trying to steady his voice.

Miranda looked at him and blinked. "Yes, but-"

"No, Miranda. He'll get help as soon as I figure out who's holding hostage his son, or where the fuck to search for him. Now, bring me my coffee, and find me his phone number." Harry told her.

She left without another word, returning a while later with a piece of paper and a mug with coffee.

"Thanks." Harry said calmly and took the phone number, picking up his phone and calling the blond.

"Can you get the phone, Blaise?" Draco said softly, holding his mug of tea. He was finally sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around him as Blaise had calmed him down from the shock.

"Sure." Blaise smiled and got up, getting the phone. "Hello?" he said as he answered.

"Is Malfoy there?" a voice asked from the phone.

"Who is this?" Blaise asked.

"Harry Potter." Came the reply.

As soon as Blaise Zabini picked up the phone, Harry knew that his guesses were wrong. It couldn't be him.

"Potter?" he heard Malfoy croak on the phone.

"Sorry for not responding to your letter earlier. I need to know, have you received anything related to the kidnap yet? A threat, a payment for your son's release?" he asked.

He could hear Malfoy's breath hitching. "Yes…" the blond responded after a bit.

"When did it get there, Malfoy?" Harry asked as calmly as he could, not wanting to scare him off.

"A few minutes ago."

"Can you give me your address so I can see the letter? Or is it possible for you to visit my office?" Harry asked again.

"Come over my place." Draco said.

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