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Chapter 7 : Capture
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Ginny rolled over and moaned; the clock said four a.m.
“Your turn,” Ginny groaned to Harry, who rolled over and pressed the pillow against his ear.
“Your turn,” was all Harry could manage as a reply.
“I’ll get James if you can handle Al,” Ginny tried to negotiate.
Harry sighed and made his way towards Al, while Ginny stumbled towards James.
“What is it, James?” Ginny replied tiredly to his screaming.
James, who could only speak a few legible words, continued to cry.
“Love, please calm down,” Ginny tried as she scooped James out of his crib. “Mummy’s tired, please?”
James started to babble, and then point at the closet.
“Don’t tell me there’s a goblin in your closet!” Ginny exclaimed with a laugh. She took him over to the closet door and opened it slowly, then turned on the closet light.
After poking her head around the small space, she turned her head back to James, “You see, there’s absolutely nothing in there but clothes. Everything‘s fine, love. Now please go to bed, for Mummy’s sake.”
He finally sunk deeper into her arms, burying his face in her neck. Ginny took a breath of relief and put him into the crib, feeling rather accomplished.
On her way back to her room, Ginny caught sight of Harry rocking Al to sleep. It was a nice sight, seeing her husband and his look alike in the same room. She didn’t want to ruin the scene, so she crept slowly back to bed.
The night air was crisp and cool on his skin.
“Why can’t you do it, Thicknesse?” He questioned for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. “I wrote the list, I spied on the families, can’t you do something for once?”
“You’re much more experienced,” Thorfinn said lazily.
When Cethin gave him a very ticked off look, Thicknesse tried, “You’re five times lighter than the two of us put together, no one will hear you.”
Cethin crossed his arms across his chest.
“And,” Mulciber continued, “You’re good with kids, right? Make him feel special, hold him a little, maybe a few squeezes…”
“We’re trying to capture the kid, not emotionally scar him for life,” Selwynn laughed. Travers joined in, but other than that, they were the only two laughing.
“Wait, we don’t want to scar him?” Thicknesse asked, thoroughly confused.
“It was a… oh, never mind,” Selwynn sighed.
“And to answer your question, of course we want to scar him,” Yaxley said, her face the picture of calm. “He is the spawn of Harry,” She paused and spat, as if the name tasted bitter in her mouth, “Potter.”
Rosier joined in, her face red, “The son of the killer of You-Know-Who, who almost brought an end to our rebellion,” Rosier gained heat, “The one who sent me to Azkaban for nearly nine years. Nine years!” She was screaming now. “HE KILLED BELLATRIX, HE KILLED EVAN, MY OWN BROTHER! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, HE KILLED VOLDEMORT!”
Everyone gasped, Nott cracked his knuckles, and Jugson growled, “Revenge.”
Everyone cheered, and with that, Travers was off.
He apparated as far as the protection spells would allow, and walked the rest of the distance to the house. Just his luck (wink, wink), James’ bedroom was on the second floor. He cast a ladder from the tip of his wand and started up the wall. As Cethin climbed into the window, he noticed the crib was against the wall that was to the right of him, which was rather convenient considering his closet was right across from the crib. A perfect hiding place, which he hopefully wouldn’t have to use.
As soon as Travers was inside, he intended on casting Silencio on the door. James, however, had other plans. It was almost on cue; as soon as Cethin’s foot touched the floor, “MUMMY!!!”
Oh, Merlin. Travers ran into the closet, and in a few slow minutes he heard a tired female voice say, “What is it, James?”
“Love, please calm down,” The gentle voice continued. “Mummy’s tired, please?”
The child then proceeded to go on a ramble, talking in some made up language. Travers felt a pang in his stomach and thought of Esmerelda, but quickly shook it away as he heard the girl approach.
What to do, what to do… He thought hopelessly. Finally, he decided his best bet was hiding on the ceiling, and whispered, “Wingardium Leviosa.”
It had took a ton of practice to learn how to levitate himself with a spell as simple as Wingardium Leviosa, which was meant primarily for levitating objects, not people. It was moments like this Travers was glad he took the time to learn the spell.
“Don’t tell me there’s a goblin in your closet!”
Cethin crossed his fingers as the light to the closet turned on, and the women peered inside. “You see, there’s absolutely nothing in there but clothes. Everything‘s fine, love. Now please go to bed, for Mummy’s sake.”
Cethin waited until the door closed and he could hear the women’s retreating footsteps. He gently dropped to the ground, and before James could cry again, cast Silencio on the bedroom door. The closet door was kicked down and hanging on one hinge, but Travers didn’t care. James was wide awake now, crying as loud as he could. “MUMMY!!! MUMMY!!!”
After that didn’t work, he opened his mouth again and screamed at the top of his lungs, “DADDY!!!!!!! DADDY!!!!!!!!”
And the beauty of it all was no one could hear a thing. Cethin fought down the urge to laugh in James face, deciding that he hadn’t dropped that low yet. He grabbed James, not even trying to soothe him, knowing it was just a waste of precious time. After conjuring a latter, he descended with James into the night.
“Oi, Ginny, do you realize its five thirty a.m.?” Ron moaned, and snuggled closer to Hermione.
Ginny had sought it fit to apparate straight into their bedroom, considering the apparation barrier didn’t apply to blood relatives.
“Yes, please go back home for just a few hours, I promise we’ll visit as soon as we-“
Ginny interrupted Hermione with a terrified sob, “James is gone!”
Hermione a Ron were wide awake now, and as they sat up Ron subconsciously put his arm around Hermione’s waist.
“Please come over, we’ll explain everything,” Ginny begged.
“Of-of course,” Hermione said in a shaky tone.
“You don’t think this has anything to do with the list, do you?” Ron asked.
“Just come over,” Ginny insisted weakly before apparating.
“Oh no,” Hermione sighed. “I’m so stupid!”
Ron comforted Hermione and helped her to her feet. “This is not your fault, Hermione.”
“I told you to drop the case,” She sobbed. “You might have been able to have stopped this; we could have been able to stop this!”
Ron pulled on a shirt, not even bothering to change out of his pajama pants. He tossed Hermione a sweatshirt, who quickly pulled it over her head.
“I have a feeling that nothing any of us could do would have stopped this,” Ron reassured her. He quickly kissed her forehead and grabbed her hand. “We’re going to get him back; don’t worry.”
“How can I not worry?” Hermione asked. “He’s my nephew!”
Ron nodded, “I know how you feel.”
Hermione sobbed into Ron’s shoulder, and he apparated to Ginny and Harry’s house.
When they arrived, Ginny had silent tears flowing down her face. Harry was writing a letter, probably to send to the auror office, and Al was lying still and quiet on a blanket.
“Oh, Ginny,” Hermione sighed, and rushed to hug her. Ginny cried into her shoulder, taking deep, chilling breaths.
Ron was already standing with Harry, and Harry was talking in a quiet, rushed voice to Ron. Aetos, their owl, finally descended after Harry had forcefully tore a piece of parchment and tied it to his leg.
“What is going on?” Hermione finally asked after what seemed like ages.
“Last night, I-I heard James s-sobbing, and he k-kept pointing at the closet. But there-there was n-nothing there,” Ginny cried. “I should have looked harder!”
“Just a half an hour ago, Albus was crying, and I went to check on him,” Harry finished for Ginny. “When I went into James’ bedroom, the window was open and the closet door was torn off.”
Hermione gasped and Ron let his mouth fall open. “I just sent a letter to the ministry,” Harry added.
“We think it had something to do with the list,” Harry told them. “Still, we don't have anything to go on but C.F.T.”
“You don’t think this could be a-a hit list?” Ginny asked. “Because that would mean-“
Every head turned towards Hermione. Ron put his arm protectively around her shoulder. “Nothing’s going to happen to Hermione, right Harry?”
Harry just shook his head, “We’ll have to make sure you two are protected. You can take care of her, can’t you, Ron?”
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