AN: First I would like to apologize to all my readers about the wait for the chapter. RL is kicking my butt right now (I'm working three jobs, not to mention being one of the official caretakers of a teen with autism) and I don't have much time to write. Secondly, for those of you who read my other stories, I am trying to work on those as well. Lastly, in this chapter we're going back to Jasmine's point of view with some Teddy and others thrown in. Now, on to the, sadly short, chapter.
Jasmine was not reassured when the men in the cells informed her of just who had her imprisoned. The problem was that Moreau had too many issues with her, Draco, and Eliot for her to determine just what was in store for her and Teddy and that sent her mind whirling with a whole mix of scenarios that scared the shit out of her. It was times like this that she wished she hadn't had to sacrifice her magic to defeat Voldemort. The only magical recourse she had was the Hollows, but they were too dangerous to use unless the situation turned dire. If Teddy's life was endangered, she would use the Hollows, damn the consequences, and explain everything to Eliot later.
Draco Malfoy was not happy at all when he hung up the phone after talking to Eliot Spencer. He had never really liked the man, how could he when the man had met Jasmine while working with Damien Moreau, and now his work had dragged Jasmine and Teddy into a life threatening situation.
This put Draco into a very difficult position because he could not risk exposing magic to save a person deemed 'muggle' by the magical governments in Europe. Technically Jasmine Potter no longer had any rights assigned to magical humans, save the few allowed for her as the guardian of a magical child, so he had to operate carefully in order to avoid getting into a mess with the international magical community. Britain may write the incident off due to Jasmine's almost mythical status, but the other countries in the would not be so forgiving of a breach in the secrecy laws. For now, he would have to handle the case as a muggle and, if the need arose, put his own life in danger to excuse the use of magic.
He picked up the phone with a sigh and began making calls, starting with Kingsley Shacklebolt, the British Minister of Magic, in order to give him fair warning over what might happen.
Eliot winced as the bright sunlight assaulted his eyes as the team made their way out of the San Lorenzo airport. He still thought that Nate's plan was an extremely bad idea, but Nate would not listen to any of his protests. Nate had a few good points about Moreau not being able to kill them while the election was going on, yet Moreau still held most of the cards in his hands.
They hadn't even arrived at their hotel before Eliot's phone went off, "Spencer, a little birdie told me that you had arrived in San Lorenzo. I, of course, told the birdie he was wrong, after all Eliot Spencer wouldn't risk the life of his child and his partner, would he?"
Eliot gulped and then lied through his teeth, "I don't know what you are talking about Moreau. I'm staying far away from San Lorenzo, just like you asked."
Moreau's voice took on a dark undertone, "Save your lies Spencer. You have 24 hours to vacate my country and get rid of the Interpol dog that you brought with you, or my next phone call won't be as…pleasant," with a click Moreau hung up.
Eliot turned to Nate, "See Nate, I told this was a bad idea. Your Italian friend did nothing to help us. You should have given me time to handle it. We have to leave and we have to leave now."
Yet Nate refused to back down. He was absolutely certain that his plan would work and that Moreau would be too nervous to try anything with the presence of election officials, UN inspectors, and Interpol present in San Lorenzo. When the call came from Moreau 24 hours later, it was worse than any of them, expect Eliot, were expecting.
"Moreau," Jasmine heard the man in the cell to her right state, "what are you doing here?"
"Don't worry, General, I'm not here for you. I'm here for Jasmine," he finished as he arrived in front of her cell.
"My dear, look at what a mess you are in. Spencer really screwed up this time. He just can't leave well-enough alone, now can he? And you are going to suffer for his arrogance and his refusal to listen."
"What do you mean? Where's Teddy?" Jasmine's voice shook with fear for her son.
Moreau answering smile was anything but comforting, "Don't you worry you're pretty little head about that. Soon you won't have the presence of mind to worry about anyone or anything but yourself."
Oh, that's not good at all, Jasmine thought to herself, keeping her face clear of emotion. She suppressed a whimper as one of Moreau's 'security guards' grabbed her broken arm and dragged her out of the cell.
Moreau was right, Jasmine thought to herself an hour later, she was suffering. He hadn't wasted any time in taking his displeasure in the out of control situation out on her. If she had never experienced the pain of Voldemort's anger then Jasmine was sure she would have broken already. It boggled her mind that non-magical means of torture could hurt just as much as magical ones.