"Severus, I shall not allow you to do that! You could put yourself and therefore your son in danger," Dumbledore stated slamming his hand down on the desk.

Severus had never known Dumbledore to get angry and found himself at a loss as to how to respond.

"But Albus, look at what they have done to him, all that I have shown you and spoken to you about today. The boy has been harmed, in a way few could understand," Snape said.

"Which is why I am so happy that you found each other," Dumbledore stated, "but these people are non-magical, scared of magic, and you have to make account for that. Also you do not want to do anything that might damage your reputation, the boy needs you Severus and as I've been telling you…"

"Headmaster is Severus with you?" Molly Weasley's voice came from the fireplace.

"Yes he is Molly, why don't you step through, would you like a lemon drop?" Dumbledore stated kindly.

"No headmaster," Molly stated, "it's Harry,"

"What's happened?" Snape sprung to action like a tiger towards the fire as if smothering Molly would some how bring Harry back to him immediately.

"Severus…I'm so sorry…I….I've looked everywhere," Molly stated panicked, "Severus….he's gone…I've looked everywhere…he's gone!"

"Call the order!" Dumbledore stated rising from his chair panicked for what had happened to the hero of the wizarding world "Don't worry Severus, we'll find him!"

"I'm sorry Albus," Snape stated, "I must go find my son. I hope that he is hiding somewhere, and if he is his bottom is going to be so red!" With that Severus apparated like a thunder clap to the middle of Diagon Alley.

What Snape encountered put instant fear into his heart. The dark mark was in the air and a long line of Death Eaters had stormed the streets by force. Snape quickly put on his mask, which he had learned long ago to keep within his cloak for in case of emergencies and joined the crowd. There may be only one way in which he would find what happened to his son. Oh how he hoped he would not find him amongst them. They would torture the poor boy if they ever got their hands on him.

But Harry was far from this scene. All that Harry saw, was darkness. Yet he found himself in a familiar setting, the walls looked familiar, the smell of the room looked familiar but it was so dark. Harry raced around the room looking for some sign of sunlight, after all the last thing he knew it was barely even midday, surely it couldn't be this dark this quickly could it? Even though it was dark and it seemed he had lost his glasses somewhere, he felt around for something that might help him understand where he was. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, but he tried to ignore that feeling. He tried to remember what it had been that he was thinking about before, before he had ended up here. Something about Snape? He shook his head and thought "who was Snape?"

He found a solid object, cube, like…he ran his fingers around the object…like a tv set.

Oh no….it couldn't be…could it? But Harry felt tired, oh so very tired, and found himself searching again for the bed. Finding it he lay himself down and fell asleep.

"HARRY!" he heard a shrill feminine voice scream at him, "WAKE UP!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," he said automatically.

"Harry get in the car, we are leaving," she stated.

Harry walked as if mechanically down the stairs to the car and got in. He felt the oaf of a cousin sit beside him and all of their luggage simply thrown into the back seat, mostly on top of him and before he knew it they were off.

"We're going to Disney Land!" Dudley stated happily. Before Harry knew it he was pushed ever further over in the car as Piers got into the car. Harry knew that whatever Disney Land was going to be, it would not be fun for him. All Harry knew was that it had been 10 years of his long life that he had been putting up with flack from Dudley and his gang and that it didn't look like that would ever change.

Snape had spent the past 5 hours around the Death Eaters and had found himself sore and discouraged. His son had not been heard of in that circle either and he had checked the biggest blabbermouths of the group. These people were incredible informants and because they trusted Snape they were willing to tell him anything. If the Dark Lord knew that he had such people in his group then they would have seen the green light of death a long time ago. But thankfully, he didn't know.

Snape returned home with a heavy heart. He went into Harry's bedroom and sat on the bed. Trying to think about what he could do, how would he ever find his son. Who had taken him and how? Snape sat on the bed trying to think things over. Thinking about Harry's life, where would he have gone? He sent owls to his two best friends, Hermione and Ron to ask if there was anywhere that the boy may have mentioned to them about where he would go if he could. Hermione wrote back saying that Ginny had told her how Harry had gone missing and how upset she was over it. More teenaged girl snivel and then how Harry hadn't been happier anywhere else than at Snape's. Oh how that lightened his heart, he thought about how much he had become so affectionate towards the boy, towards his boy, towards his and Lily's boy. Ron's letter was more of the same, although it appeared wet with large blots of ink all over the page. It kind of reminded him of the boy's homework, messy and scrawled. But no use. No help.

Then as if by a miracle an owl appeared at the window with a letter in its beak. Snape walked over and took the letter.

A letter from Draco, how mysterious! It simply read:

Dear Uncle Sev,

I heard that your little visitor left today.

I wanted to tell you that I would be more than happy to spend some time with you if you are missing him.

Hope to see you again soon.

Draco.

Well Snape thought, it was nice that the boy had written but nothing made any sense to him about this letter. For starters, how would he know? Ron and Hermione aren't close friends with him and he was positive that the Weasley's had little to no connection with the Malfoy family..maybe at work? But then it was a Saturday, Snape reminded himself, and the letter was appearing tonight. Surely Arthur hadn't gone to work today. Whilst spending time with Draco was something that he was expected to do Draco was slowly becoming more and more like his father. A lost cause to the dark side because Snape could not, no matter how much he might wish to, step in and take care of the boy as the Malfoy's were a strong and powerful wizarding family and even if something was to happen to them, whilst he was Draco's godfather, his godmother was Christine McParker, the wealthy, pure blood heiress, best friends with Narcissa Malfoy and Belatrix LeStrange and clinging to the old ideals of pure blood ancestry and if a custody battle was to be fought over Draco it was more likely that she would win. She could afford more lawyers than he could and could afford to buy her way through the wizarding legal system, a woman who always got what she wanted in the end.

Snape simply disreguarded the letter and didn't think further of it. Instead his thoughts returned to his son. He knew that if Harry had deliberately chosen to leave that somebody, even just his friends, would have heard from him by now. There had to be a way to find him. He looked for Harry's owl, Hedwig, he was in the owlery with Snape's owl, Shadow. Snape had an idea, Hedwig always had a way to find the boy, it was his magical ties around the bird. It would know how to find him no matter where he was. Snape took out a pen and paper and started to write a note.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my son go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

Snape knew that even if it took every ounce of strength that he had, he would track down his son and he would get a hold of the person who would try to separate him from his son and when he did…but that was not something that Snape wanted to dwell on. He just wanted to locate his son as soon as possible and take him home.