Hi guys, sorry it's been so long! Hope at least some of you are still reading this, and if you are I thank you so so much! Sorry this chapter is so short but I hope you enjoy it anyway and I get a bit more inspiration so the next one wont be so far away. Hope you all had a fantastic Christmas!

Enjoy,

Princess Leasha.

Chapter 42

Death Eater POV

The plan had worked! I had taken the Potter child from right under their noses while they watched helplessly, fighting to get to him. It was a brilliant plan, even if I do say so myself, considering it was a spur of the moment thing. After Voldemort's demise at the hands of Harry freaking Potter my fellow Death Eaters and I had been trying to devise a way to make him pay for what he had done to us. Killing him was not nearly good enough, he had destroyed our lives by killing our master. When it was reported to me that Potter was at the park with the child I knew I needed to act fast. I sent a group of Death Eaters to attack while I snatched the boy. Now we had a way to make Potter pay. A way to watch him suffer like we have. Now that we have the child he will come to us, and watch his child die. All of his hopes and dreams will die with that boy, like many of ours did with our master.

"Where am I?" the child asked.

"Somewhere you won't be found until I want you found."

"Can I go home now?"
"No. You won't be going home ever again. When your parents come here, on my orders, I will kill you in front of them. I will make them suffer for killing my master!"

The child sniffed, "Who was your master? I don't think my mummy would kill anyone. My mummy is nice."

"Lord Voldemort was my master. Until your father killed him. Surely even you've heard of Lord Voldemort, you little snot."

"I know about him. My mummy says he was a bad man. And my daddy Charlie didn't kill him."

"Daddy who?"

"Daddy Charlie. He's not really my daddy, he's my pretend daddy. But he loves my mummy and they will get married and have tummy babies one day so the will be my daddy. I'm not mummy's tummy baby, I'm a 'dopted baby. But mummy will still love me the best of all. My mummy is the best mummy ever. And she makes me yummy ice cream when I'm good. And she lets me play with my toys lots. And she likes dragons. One day I'm gunna buy her a dragon. Because she loves them and I love mummy."
"Shut up a second you annoying little shit!"

He stopped talking abruptly, the silence was nice. I had only had him a few minutes and I was already considering silencing him.

"What is your name child?"
"Lucas. But mummy calls me Luke sometimes."

"What is your mother's name?"

"Alexis."

"Ginny is not your mother?"
"No. Alexis is my mummy. Aunty Ginny is Aunty Ginny."

"And Harry Potter?"
"Is Uncle Harry. He's not my favourite uncle though. Uncle Fred and Uncle George are going to let me work at their shop when I get a bit bigger so I can buy my mummy a dragon."

"You're doing that too much talking thing again. Just answer the questions. I don't want all this other crap about buying your mummy a dragon," I scoffed.

"Can I go home to mummy now? She's probably very scared about me being gone."

"What is your mother's last name?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Fuller."

"Alexis Fuller? She's your mother?" I laughed.

I had gone to Hogwarts with her. An ugly girl in my year who hung out with the blood traitors the Weasley's. Thought she was funny and pulled pranks with the Weasley twins. Got maimed by a dragon apparently in sixth year which was apparently the reason for the scars on her face. I hated that girl more than I hated most other people at that school. The little bitch had attacked me one day too. So, while this wasn't Potter's child, this was going to be just as satisfactory for me.

"Well, well, well, this is going to be fun. I'm going to love to see the look on her face when I bring her down here so she can watch me kill you."

"My mummy can't come here. She can't walk. She is broken and they don't know how to fix her."

"Even better. She will be entirely helpless while she watches. I don't think today could possibly get any better. Can you write child?"
"I can write a little."

"Good. You will write a letter to your mother."

I gave him parchment and a quill and watched as he wrote to his mother.

'to mumy. a bad laydi stolled me at the parc. she sed she is goin to macke yu com here and she is goin to macke yu wach and she is goin to kil me. i wil be ok mumy, im a brav boi and she is no skari. She nos yu from skol. I dont no wat her nam is. i luv yu mumy. luv from lucas xoxo'

I told him my name and laughed as he added another line to the letter

'mumy, her nam is pansi parcinsun.'