"Oh no!!" Harry snickered, tickling Danny's stomach as the boy sat on top of his father in a proud way, "Never!!"

"Yes!" Danny giggled, looking up to the sky.

Harry sighed, feeling his arrest not matter one bit as he sat with his son, James and Jackson dueling for fun across the way. Harry felt his happiness flood from his body, his blood turning cold, as Danny pointed to the sky and asked, "Daddy, what's that up there?"

"Why have you done it?"

"Your father is a criminal."

"I am a criminal, you - " James cut off, flinging Chloe from his grasp and racing forward and standing over Neville. James stood over him by at least three inches, glaring down to him, but Neville made no move to back down.

James roared, "If you're to arrest my father, then arrest me!"

"James - " Chloe drew in a sharp breath.

"Arrest me!!" James shouted.

Sirius whispered harshly, "Now!"

Ginny broke free of his grasp and apparated out. James jumped up from his seat and took a few steps forward before stopping at the sight of his future father-in-law's horrid face, "BLACK!!"

Neville raged, "I told you!! You bind people with magic! Not your hands! You son of a bit - "

"Jamie! Jamie, oh, look at you!"

"C-Chloe..." James whispered quickly, scrambling to his knees and crawling to her. Chloe ripped off her hood to reveal her frightened and sunken eyes as James wrapped his arms around her through the bars.

Chloe whispered in a scared voice as they attempted to hug each other, the bars separating them, "I knew I would find you here."

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Ginny sniffed as Neville swung the door shut and James remained on his knees outside the cell. James panted, out of breath, as Ginny gasped at Neville in surprise.

She choked out, "Y-You...You didn't even let me say goodbye!"

"You can say goodbye from right here." Neville said, taking a step back as Chloe ran forward, touching James' shoulders as James crawled to the door held his mother's hands.

Harry Potter silenced himself and walked the remanding length to the large bed against one of the walls. He kept quiet, as to not disturb his sleeping wife. He looked to the bed, a small smile creeping across his face, and he slowly outstretched a hand to the side where his wife slept.

Expecting to caress her cheeks gently, he froze when his hand came across the pillow and he moved his hand along the made covers of the bed. He wrinkled his nose and murmured, "Where is she...?"

The man strode forward, his cold and fine muscled hands closing over the front of Harry's shirt and pulling him to his knees. With the faint glow of the moon entering through the shattered windows, Harry Potter could see the man's face as he leaned in closely, his nose just an inch from Harry's' own.

Harry froze and swallowed.

The man hissed evilly and shouted, shaking Harry's weak form, "Do you recognize me?! Huh, Potter?! DO YOU?!"

"O'course I am, Moony. I'm ready to roll." Sirius nodded enthusiastically.

Jackson took a hold of his head, his shaggy, raven hair, his mother's hair, falling into his narrow face, "Come on, Dad. Don't ever say that again."

"Pssh. Take it easy, Jackson. Just be glad I'm not giving you the father son sex talk." Sirius snorted. Jackson gave a small laugh and nodded in agreement, "I guess you're right."

"I miss this..." Chloe sighed. James finished the verse of the lullaby and asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his head pulling her closer, "Miss what, love?"

"This..." Chloe sighed dramatically as James' raven hair slipped in and out from between her fingers, "Having long endless nights with you where we do nothing but talk and hold each other. I miss it. Things seem to have become so much darker. You're not the little boy I had a crush on when I was fourteen."

Harry assumed that Toby knew better than that.

Harry came to an open door, a soft light pouring onto the ground from within, and Harry edged his body up against it, turning his head to the side. His cheek pressed against the damp wall. He glanced inside and Neville let out a whisper again, "Har - "

Harry clamped a hand over Neville's mouth and, with his eyes wide, shook his head in protest. Neville clamped his mouth shut and nodded. Harry froze, drawing in a shaky breath when someone from within the room asked suddenly, "What was that?"

James shouted again, "Stop! Stop, Mother! Stop it!"

"Let me go, James Potter!" Ginny hissed, knocking him off of her and bounding to her feet. She raced across the floor and spun around uneasily when she reached the door. James remained on the other side of the room, on his knees and watching patiently. She would faint. He was certain.

Suddenly how he landed himself in the kitchen during his sleep was no longer an issue to him.

There was a horrible pain seeping through his veins deep within him. He winced and grimaced at it and looked down. He placed his hands along the source of the scorching pain and quickly drew them away. James could see his hands giving off a red glint and his mouth dropped in horror.

He threw his hands to his stomach, clutching it tightly at the sight of a knife deep within him.

"Now you've completely humiliated me. I cried like a baby in front of the top aurors and my best mates."

"Hey, now." Harry argued, taking James' head and pulling it from his lap, making him look at him, "Sometimes its okay to cry. Even I know that."

James hesitated and shook his head, taking his head into his hands, "But still. You saw everything, Dad. Not only did I cry in front of them, you saw everything. Everything!!"

For the moment, she just wanted to soak in the feeling.

Ginny looked to him and she chuckled, noting Harry's condition, "You're glowing."

"So I noticed." Harry laughed, his emitted light glowing brighter.

He rose from the bed and trudged about the bedroom. He noted how many things were very different. There was an alarm clock by his bed and a laptop computer on a desk in the corner. Two wireless telephones were in the room as well, one on the desk and another on the nightstand of his bed. James looked around and murmured again, "Bloody hell. Muggle crap?"

He picked up one of the wireless telephones and turned it over, confused, in his hand. He read the buttons and pressed a button that read talk. He brought it to his ear. So, that was what a dial tone sounded like?

Chloe looked to him and was surprised. After all this months. After all these months of not even attempting to run away, allowing him to touch her, allowing him to sleep next to her at night. He still had to wonder if she would take the jump at running away.

Of course she wanted to. But Harry had sworn and so had Chloe. Toby had as well. The second Chloe tried to escape, Toby would be at the Potter's throats again. Ripping them apart.

He didn't even know what he was going to say. Why had he decided to come here in the first place?

To see her... His heart echoed back at him.

"Right..." James murmured to himself. He drew in a breath, trying to draw in all the courage he could manage and then turned back to face the door as he heard it swing wide open. A voice emerged from inside, the person yelling was clearly unaware of who they stood in front of. They were yelling back inside the mansion at someone, "No. Wait for me and then we can play again, sweetie!"

"Mummy and Daddy love each other a lot." June piped. She brought Jamie's hand to her cheek and rubbed her head against it. "Your hand is soft. They laugh and kiss. I want to find my prince some day. Do you believe in fairy tales, James? Did my mummy love you too?"

"For a while she did, June." James smiled. June was quite the scatter brain. He chuckled at that, tickling her neck. She giggled and James continued to answer her questions, "I used to believe in fairy tales, sweetie, but I'm sure that, for you, you'll live a fairy tale. You'll find that prince."

James awoke with a start to find himself sprawled across the kitchen floor. He cringed as his cheek lay against the cool tile.

How had he gotten there? He was confused and he looked around him. The kitchen was its normal, quiet. James lifted his head and then forced it back to the ground as pain rippled up from his gut. He looked down and the kitchen knife let off a gleam of the moonlight spilling in from the windows. James grumbled, "No. Not again..."

"James, stop this. You're hurting yourself."

"Die," he croaked. "I'm going to die anyway. Why can't we stop? Everyone has already lost."

"No," Harry gasped. "No, no, no."

Pain.

Anguish.

Hate.

Everything terrible rose inside of him and made him scream. He thrashed along the floor. It felt like his heart was leaving his chest. He gasped out. "Oh my god..."

"I-I," Harry looked at him feebly, embarrassed. "Will you get a broom for me?"

"What do you need a broom for?"

Harry looked to Jamie's cold, empty face again to hide his self-pity. "I can't apparate anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I-I...Toby took my magic. He was learning the Latin dark ways and he took it. I-I'm...I'm a muggle now, Ron."