They rounded a corner in the alleyway, still not getting narrow so that was good. But alas, Ron could not keep running. His fear for his son was the only thing that kept him running for life. He needed to protect him at all costs.

Oh, God help me!

They stopped, so suddenly to avoid collision. This day could not get any worse—now Ron guessed that it could not possibly get better.

-TAKEN-

There was nowhere to go— their road had been cut off. Ron gripped Hugo's small hands tighter, making sure that he would not lose him.

As their assailants advanced on them slowly, wands drawn except for the raven haired woman who simply had her hands raised, Ron whispered words of reassurance to his son whom nodded in response. The woman's eyes were glowing, a magic that Ron had never seen before.

'What do you want—to kill me?' Ron asked through gritted teeth.

'No, I just want your attention,' spoke the woman. There is a woman you know that is very anxious to meet you again. For a reasonable price I have elected to detain you and take you both to her.'

'Yeah, well why didn't whoever it is, fetch me themselves and why include my son?'

The woman laughed. 'Oh, Mr Weasley, it isn't just your son, she's interested in your whole family.'

Ron clenched his fists, balling them white as rage coursed through him. How dare she make threats to his family! Ron had the mind to go and attack every single one of these dark wizards but as soon as he raised his wand…Beep, beeeeeep, sounded the device in his pocket. It was the muggle communication device that Hermione had given to him on his latest Birthday.

'You better answer that, Mr Weasley,' she smirked, 'wouldn't want to miss any important calls now won't we.'

Ron held his wand ahead and blindly searched his pockets for the device. It was a slim black iPhone, she looked at the caller ID, 'MY BELOVED WIFE' it read. Ron tapped the screen and pressed it against his ear. 'Hello...Hermione?'

'Oh hello, Ron,' came a female voice, but it was not Hermione, it was not his wife. 'Haven't heard from you in a while…well actually that was a lie, I believe we've met recently.' It was that Death Eater woman that Harry and he had caught naught but two days ago.

'What do you want and where's my wife?'

'Ah yes, you married Granger, didn't you?' a hint of accusation riding on her words, like he did something wrong. 'Some would argue that it was not a smart match, wouldn't you say, Ron?'

Ron grunted. 'What do you want?'

'Dad, what's happening?' He heard Hugo beside him mutter to him.

The Death Eater on the phone chuckled, rasping through his ears like nails on a chalkboard, 'To break you, Ronald. Break you by breaking every woman in your family. Starting with your wife, but I also have your daughter here as well.'

Then a young girl's voice entered, it was distant but Ron could recognise it. It was Rose, his daughter. She was screaming out loud, screaming out 'DAD!', she was screaming for her father.

Ron's brows furrowed as he then looked to the figures before him and to his son. 'Listen, bitch,' he grumbled in outrage through the microphone, 'I am warning you: you give my wife and daughter back, you leave my family out of this and I will not call my guards upon you, I will not report you or pursue you. But if you don't…if my family is harmed in any way then I will come for you, I will pursue you myself…I will find you…and I will kill you,' Ron took a deep breath in, he meant it and with a chilling tone of seriousness he finished off, '…every one of you.'

There were some moments of silence until the female voice returned. 'You want them? Come and claim them. Oh and good luck, sweetheart,' with that the conversation ended. Ron hung up and replaced the phone in his pocket.

'It feels strange doesn't it—to feel the edge of where your choices end? Now you will have to start thinking about consequences.' The raven woman still held out her hand and moved her lips to incant— her minions also did the same until…

Whoosh! In came a black metal object from behind, spinning, ripping through the air and hitting one of the men in the hand, he recoiled in pain. Soon all attention was focused towards a figure appearing from the mouth of the alley way. It was Bruce Wayne, in his suite except for a golden belt around his waist and a black bat shaped object in his hand.

There was another man beside him: a young man, a little younger than Ron, with hair as black as the woman's raven locks, eyes as blue as his own and rather large ears.

'Ah, Emrys, how nice of you to join us,' the raven haired woman smiled wickedly at him.

'That's enough, Katie, Go back into the darkness you are so fond of and leave the muggle world, now,' the dark haired man named Emrys had commanded. But the raven woman just smirked. Ron saw it and recognised such a glance of seduction.

'Aw, and here I thought that I was going to get lucky today—'

The boy tried to hide his embarrassment and raised his voice in anger, 'I said that's enough, now leave!'

Although her smirk did not fade, she complied with the young man's order and moved to leave with her minions. As she passed them, she took a quick kiss on the young man's right cheek before vanishing from sight.

'Are you alright, sir?'

Ron shook his head in dismay. 'Bruce, they…they took my wife and my daughter.' The American remained silent. He had already heard, hence how he was able to find them. 'What do they want? Was it because I accepted your job?'

Bruce objected. 'This has nothing to do with StarGate, this looks more personal to me.'

Ron seemed sceptical, 'That woman seemed to know you,' he pointed out, looking at the young man beside the American, his piercing blue eyes in concentration. 'Is she a friend of yours?'

'Friend of foe does not matter to her anymore. She'd stab both in the back anyway. No she was just a mercenary probably hired by that lady who kidnapped your wife and child.' The young man's answer seemed to appease Ron's questioning their loyalty.

Ron looked to his son, looking fearful. 'I need to get him to Harry—he needs to be watched until this Death Eater is caught.'

Soon they were all gathered outside the alleyway. Time had continued and London was unfrozen. Ron would ask them what sort of magic the mercenary was using seemed so strange and powerful—the response he got was less than unsatisfying.

Harry soon arrived with a couple of their Auror friends like Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, Harry agreed to take Hugo in. The young man, Ron saw, had magic and was able to rekindle the street from its frozen slumber.

'Do they have any leads on the Death Eater?' Harry inquired as they moved out and into the mouth of the alleyway.

Ron told him no, 'Harry, it was that Death Eater in the Car park.'

Harry cursed himself. 'Fuck, I knew it. The escort that was to take her to Azkaban never reported in after they finished. I thought that they just forgot and gotten themselves an early leave—it happens so often there, I didn't think much of it. Ron I'm sorry.'

'It's fine, Harry. You could not have known. I just need you to look after Hugo until all this dies out.' Ron looked to his son and smiled. 'I'll be damned if any of them take him as well but I have a feeling that this Death Eater is only interested in the females of my house, otherwise Hugo would be gone too.'

Harry looked at his brother anxiously, looking at Bruce Wayne and the other man, 'Ron—about Bruce and that project—'

'Don't worry 'bout it, Harry, I said I'd do it.'

Harry was taken aback by that. Ron actually agreed to take the offer? He knew that Ron would be interested but Harry only intended to bring the subject up. But this was quite alright. Harry knew Ron and he knew that his brother-in-law was a right out good bloke for the job. To lead would be a really new thing for him and Ron could find opportunity in it.

After hiding his thoughts, Harry dropped the matter and came back to their present predicament. 'So what will you be doing, then?' he asked his best friend and partner. Harry was beginning to get more and more concerned. Ron's face became grim, marred now in hatred and a pain as he tried to supress his rage.

Ron made his way to Bruce and the other man named Emrys. Only half way he turned to his longest and greatest friend and brother, to answer him. 'What I do best, mate…my job.'

-O-

Hermione struggled against the harsh ropes that bound her to the seat. She was beaten and sweaty. Her blurry vision was due to a light bump on the head and a glaring light. 'Where am I? What am I doing here?'

A shrewd chuckle echoed around her, 'Rise and shine, Hermione.' Out of the shadows and into the light sprouted a figure in full black robes, a mask under a hood. It was a Death Eater.

The woman was tall, that much was all Hermione could deduce as it was the only thing she presented. 'Who are you and where have you taken me?' then another thought came to her…Rose. 'My daughter...what have you done with my daughter?!'

The woman continued to laugh lightly. 'I'd be more concerned about your own health, Granger. But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you—well not until your….husband…gets here.'

Hermione looked around. They were inside a dark metallic hold of some sort—rusted, so they were somewhere close to water. She noticed then that she was surrounded by cloaked men, hooded and hidden like her only they did not have masks and only the darkness sheltered their identity. 'My husband will find you and he'll kick your arse!' Hermione exclaimed at her captors.

Again another shrivelled laugh passed around and the woman leaned in so her face was only inches away from Hermione's. 'I have no doubt, Granger, no doubt.'

-O-

Author's Note: Any thoughts? Please review, it does help me and I'm not just talking about appraisals please, I need you to tell me if you see grammar errors, Spelling (Bear in mind that I am an Australian so my Grammar and spelling maybe different in comparison to yours'). Molto grazie.