Severus remembered it clearly. He was reading in the library when his hands turned numb, the book dropping to the ground. He had to move back into the stool, sitting himself down as the emptiness filled him. He held his chest trying to breathe, seemingly having forgotten.

"Harry…" he whispered. He forced himself up, supporting himself on the bookshelves as he ran. He had to get to him. Everything seemed to be a blur. He made it to the room, only to see signs of a small struggle in the centre of the room. He rushed to the room and didn't see him there.

He was hardly out of the room when Krum crashed into him. "Headmaster Snape! It's Harry!" Krum exclaimed. Severus's eyes widened slightly and he grabbed onto the other's arms shaking him by them.

"What happened to him?" he shouted.

"A man, I don't know his name! But he's one of zose deatheaters… he looked like you, zen he turned into zat man in ze newspaper… He took him…" Krum whispered the last part. Snape appeared frozen on the spot, but in fact thousands of facts were crossing through his mind at the same moment. If they took him then they must have sealed his powers. It must have been Lestrange… he always liked to collect the darker treasures from his wife's family.

"Harry…" He whispered passing his fingers through his hair. Where was he supposed to look for him? What was he supposed to do? Would they kill him? Torture him first? Would they ask for a ransom, he seriously doubted it. For a second he thought about the war, had he not been a spy he would have gone insane. He could hardly cope now with all the questions, all the variables, and none of them seeming any better than the first. "Krum…" He whispered turning to the other pointing a finger at him. "You know a lot about soulmates…" He whispered.

Krum nodded. "I do… it's in our curriculum…" he whispered. Snape nodded.

-o-O-o-

Harry struggled as they appeared before the rundown looking house, Lestrange dragging him by his arm, the door opening as they passed the wards and the house revealed its true appearance. Passing through the doors the other threw him to the centre of the room. He tripped and dropped to the ground groaning as he looked up. He stood up shakily, his body not used to the lack of power. He saw their sadistic expressions and malicious chuckles.

Harry had this strange feeling that this was the end. All that he was thinking about was that now, he would have left Severus alone. Abandoned him. And that made Harry's heart clench painfully. He heard a malicious chuckle and felt large clawed hands on his arms. Harry froze, Greyback's scent filling his senses.

"Look at you, Potter… defenceless, like a child." Greyback whispered in the other's ear from behind. Harry clenched his jaw tightly, shuddering in disgust.

"I defeated Voldemort once as a child… what makes you think you'll all be any different?" He said boldly. If he was to go down, he would go down fighting, anyway that he could, be that verbally if that was all he had left.

Greyback laughed whilst the other deatheaters glared at him. Lestrange was smirking but still glared hatefully at the other's words. He took his time however, going to sit down. He turned the armchair away from the fire so it was facing the centre of the room.

"Don't be afraid, Potter, we're not going to kill you." Lestrange said in mock kindness. Harry felt sick the moment he felt Greyback's hands slowly trailing down his arms, one returned to its starting position and the other went down to the side of his body. He remained firm, refusing to let them see how this was affecting him, but he just couldn't. Lestrange smirked maliciously as Harry flinched and tried to pull away the moment that hand sneaked under his shirt.

"No…" Harry whispered. They were all going to watch? No… this couldn't be happening, he was still in Durmstrang this was just a nightmare! That hand tore at his shirt leaving large claw marks on it. "NO!" He screamed struggling, trying to wrench away from the wolf. He could feel his powers wildly trying to push out of him. Anger, fear and rage coursed through Harry's body.

"Hahaha! You're mine now, Potter… I have Snape's most prized possession." He hissed. The other threw him down and Harry turned to push himself back up. The deatheaters laughed and the other's weight was on him.

"NO! Get off me!" He screamed. He clawed at the other, trying to tear him off, but he was too weak. "Severus!" He cried out. He faintly recalled seeing the only one not laughing to be Amycus Carrow who wasn't even looking his way.

"Haha… struggle all you want…" He hissed, digging his claws into Harry's back, tearing at his skin. Harry screamed, arching his back, feeling as if it was suddenly on fire. He saw a flash and the smell of sulfur filled the room. Alecto was taking pictures.

"Snape will love these." She said cooing as Harry kicked and screamed to get the other off.

Greyback turned to Lestrange with a blood thirsty smirk. "Go ahead…" Lestrange drawled, taking a cup of tea and sipping it, whilst the show began.

-o-O-o-

Snape was hurriedly talking to Minerva, Dumbledore's portrait trying to calm him down so they could think about the situation ahead. Krum was also there, sitting quietly in one of the armchairs, the fast English confusing him slightly.

Severus was getting more and more anxious, he could feel it, he could feel Harry's fear, his anger. It was affecting him. "We have to get him now!" He shouted throwing the nearest object on his table against the wall.

"Calm yourself Severus." Minerva whispered. "The ministry has been alerted, Kingsley assured me he would inform the muggle government. No authority in this country will rest until Harry Potter is found."

"This is all my fault." He whispered sitting himself down on the headmaster's chair, his head in his hands lowered down to his knees. "I should have kept him by my side. That was the whole point of taking him with me. Now he is in danger and all because I left them alone." He whispered almost to himself. Minerva came to comfort him, rubbing his back gently.

"It's not your fault Severus." Severus appreciated the sentiment, but it did little to comfort him.

"No, I can't just sit here and do nothing." he said as he stood up and went to the fireplace. With a well-spoken direction, the fireplace glowed bright green and Severus floed directly to the minister for magic's office.

-o-O-o-

The second level of the ministry was a buzz. Kingsley was there shouting orders from side to side when Snape walked in, the mayhem managing to continue while parting for him like the red sea for Moses. The moment Kingsley caught sight of him he wasn't happy. Not because it was Snape, but because he knew what questions were coming and he had no answers.

"Kingsley, tell me what's known." Snape ordered and turned to glare at Gawain Robards, head auror, expecting answers. "You've been chasing the deatheaters down for six months, you must have some idea where they are." Severus hissed when the other didn't reply.

"Tell him Robards, tell him the leads." Kingsley said, daring the other to talk. Gawain Robards cleared his throat.

"Well, headmaster, we did pursue the convicts the first month, but following their silence… we figured they wouldn't dare to attack Mister Harry Potter…" He said. Severus narrowed his eyes as he began registering what the other was trying to tell him. "So the case was closed and the aurors assigned to other case—" Severus barely registered his reaction as he punched the head auror in the face, breaking his nose and sending him back into his chair holding his face in pain, his face quickly getting covered in blood.

Everyone in the office stopped and turned in silence wondering what to do. Normally such an assault to the head auror guaranteed an arrest, but considering the circumstances and the fact that Kingsley wasn't doing anything, they carried on with their work. Snape turned to Kingsley very slowly, ignoring the groaning and whimpering auror.

"Are you telling me…" he whispered. "… that we have no clue where they may be hiding?"

"I've assigned the best aurors on the case, and everyone else is on alert." Kingsley assured him. "This time I'll personally make sure of it." Snape didn't answer, trying to figure out what to do next.

"They… couldn't have chosen a wizard house… if I know them they bought a muggle home… but not a plain one, it's probably a mansion or manor of some kind… you should start there, see if there were any muggle properties purchased in the last year… and they probably have thick wards guarding it…" He mumbled, trying to get into their heads, trying to figure out what they had been thinking. No doubt they are disgusted being in a muggle home but would be confident under the assumption that they would not be looked for there.

"We will find him Severus, I assure you." Kingsley said. Severus scoffed turning away. He wasn't going to leave it to them at this point. He stormed out of there, his robes billowing as usual behind him, the crowd yet again parting to let him pass.