“DON’T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME BOY OR YOU WON’T LIVE TO REGRET IT!”

“Boys!” Cried Mrs Weasly. “What are you doing!?”

“You know one day I’ll be getting a tattoo like yours.”

Sirius let out his dog like laugh before replying. “The day I let you get a tattoo is the day Voldemort hands out candy and dresses up at Halloween.”

“Jene sais pas anglais?” She replied.

“Sorry?”

“Jene sais pas anglais, parlez-vous francais?” She replied hopefully.

“You don’t speak English do you.” Harry asked, already knowing the answer.

“Don’t ‘hello’ me in that tone. You’re back early. I have half a mind to kick you out right now.” He said loudly.

“That would be nice.” Harry muttered underneath his breath.

“What was that boy?” his Uncle demanded.

“I didn’t say anything.” He replied tonelessly.

“Mitre 10 will be putting us out of business in a week!” He heard his Uncle ranting. “No body will want to buy drills from us with this raucous going on!”

What a shame, Harry thought as a smile lit up his face at his Uncles misfortune.

“16 year old Harry Potter, restrained passenger in T-bone collision. Unknown blood type, BP 110/75, IV fluids administered on route...

“Ahhh all these Muggles.” He said rubbing his hands together. “Shame most of them are sick though.” He added as an after thought. “Well I’ll best go find the others, we won’t be long.”

Suddenly they were inches apart, he could almost count every freckle in the light that shone from the house behind them. He could almost feel her breath upon his face as his mind cloud over.

Ron peered at him, looking slightly worried. “You alright mate?”

“I’m fighting with myself,” he said sharply “And loosing,” he added darkly as an after thought.

“And in that case, I’m sorry I called you a jackass.”

Harry looked down at her in shock.

“You called me a jackass?”

“Yeah,” Ginny admitted guiltily. “More than once.”

“Harry’s missing,” he blurted out.

“What?” Tonks said in dismay, her bright purple hair seemed to be wilting at this news.

“He-he’s gone, I can’t find him anywhere!” Sirius continued, beginning to babble out of his nervousness.

“No body goes into the field until I’m so happy I’m Mary freakin’ Poppins!”

“Oh Ronald dear, you’re awake!”

“Obviously,” he muttered as he took the chair next to Hermione who gave him a small smile.

“Well sit down dear, I’ll get you something to eat.”

“I’m already sitting mum,” he muttered through a soft yawn.

“Mr Black, if Harry could hear you right now, what would you say to him?”

Sirius let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, pausing before he answered the question with the first honest thing that came to mind.

“I’d tell him to get his arse back home before I ground him.”

"Last chance Potter. Tell me about the prophecy."

"Why? What are you going to do to me, huh?"

"I will make you wish, that you’d never been born," Voldemort said lowly, only the people closest would be able to hear him.

"Sometimes, I think it’s too late for that," Harry answered, his voice equally low.

Malfoy turned on the spot, still keeping his wand on Harry. "Father! I’ve got him!"

Malfoy turned back to Harry, still struggling for breath on the ground.

"Come on, get up!" he hissed, bending down and grabbing Harry’s hand, pulling him roughly to his feet.

"The rest of you," Voldemort continued. " Let Greyback do the honors, but I want Potter alive. Make sure he doesn’t kill the boy."

"Yes, my Lord," the Death Eaters murmured obediently.

"Good," Voldemort replied. "Get to it then."

“What do you want from me?” Percy asked, as anger began coursing through his veins. “Just tell me what you want.” 

“We want you to bring him to us,” Bellatrix replied without skipping a beat. “Or at the very least, bring us to him.” 

"You want Harry."

“You saw me,” Harry said quietly, still looking at the ground. Snape’s head jerked up, looking at him with piercing eyes.

“In the forest,” Harry clarified as he looked up at him. “You saw me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Snape replied firmly, looking him in the eye.

“Severus,” he began. “The Veritaserum.”

Harry’s head snapped up at these words, dread flooding his body as he looked at Voldemort in shock.

“I thought this may get your attention,” he said simply.

Ignoring this, Snape continued, stepping forward, his wand still pointed threateningly at Hugh. “Go to Edward Proctor, tell him you know where Harry Potter is.”

“I told him about the prophecy,” Harry muttered to Sirius, knowing that he had to tell someone eventually.

“What?” Sirius said softly, the shock evident as he placed his hand under Harry’s chin and lifted his head towards him. “What did you say?”

“I look like hell,” Harry muttered under his breath.

 

Sirius squeezed his hand. “If it weren’t for him, you’d be a whole lot worse.”

“You’re supposed to be my father!” Harry said in anger, knowing that his words would hurt Sirius. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

He slowly pulled a wadded up handkerchief out of his dressing gown pocket. “We’re not even sure if this is it,” he muttered as he cautiously placed it on the bed, unfolded the thin material to reveal what it hid.

Harry gasped loudly, hardly believing what he saw. He froze for a moment, hardly hearing as Hermione said something, only concerned with the ornately carved S on the large silver locket. “Where did you find this?”

“Harry, run!” Sirius yelled as he pushed him towards the staircase.

 

“No!” Harry cried as he realised what Sirius was doing. Finally able to move, Harry raised his wand and made to follow him. “Sirius, don’t!”

“Voldemort’s only just getting started.” What he had done was unimaginable, but Voldemort was far from finished with Harry.