The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Chapter Four: Kidnapping and The Prices People Will Pay.

The family sat around the table in the kitchen of the Burrow.
Hermione’s tears continued to fall and Molly hung to her shoulders, her own eyes filled to the brink, but refusing to release the flow that threatened.
Arthur, alone, paced the floor and Harry stood apart, feeling separated by his thoughts.
As the rest of the Weasley’s discussed the possibilities of the youngest brother’s fate, Harry felt guilty for feelings of excitement at the search he was willing to undertake in Ron’s name.
When George suggested they all retire to wait for any news from the Ministry’s trackers and the two Aurors that had set off in search, Harry decided to head for home. Ginny stopped him at the door.
“I’ll walk you to the gate,” she said taking his arm.
They walked in silence, Harry’s thoughts encompassing his world and Ginny in her own mind. At the gate, she spoke.
“You don’t think he changed his mind, do you? That he decided he didn’t love Hermione after all?”
Harry was surprised by the words and was not ready to think about what they drudged up in him. “No! No, Ginny. Ron loves Mione. They are meant for each other. Look, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said, kissing her quickly and lifting his new Nimbus 2007 from the post.
He was glad he had flown here today, so he could muddle through his thoughts on the return trip. He took off and coasted across the landscape in the general direction of London.
When he was out of sight, Ginny turned back toward home, only to freeze suddenly and fall to the ground.
Darkness shrouded her and she felt herself wrapped tightly and lifted from the ground.
“That’s the two of them, now can we fuck?” a deep voice said near her elbow.
“As soon as she’s locked up with her brother. Now, let’s get back before anyone comes out.” A girl’s voice said near Ginny’s raised feet.
A gut wrenching told the only Weasley girl she had been apparated away from her home and family. Fear was her only companion.

The next day, Harry woke to the sound of Kreacher beseeching him.
“Master Harry? You have a guest. He’s very upset, Sir.” the elf said, gently shaking his shoulder.
Harry’s eyes opened, slowly.
He was sleeping in the room he had chosen. Sirius’ old bedroom. And he had recently begun sleeping in the nude. He threw the covers off and slid his feet to the floor.
No matter the surprise of his greeting, his body was still intent on his ritual morning hard-on.
“Impressive.” a voice replied from the doorway and Harry looked up to see Charlie standing there.
“Oh, ey . . I didn’t know you were here.” He mumbled, covering himself. “What’s up, Charlie?”
“I came to see if Ginny had gone with you last night.” Charlie began. “But, he says she’s not here. Harry, she didn’t come back last night. We got a problem.”
Harry regained his senses quickly and dressed even faster.
By the time they reached the landing on the way to the door, an owl swooped in and landed on a stone statue in the hall. It carried a small package and a letter.
The letter was addressed to Harry and he didn’t recognize the script.
Potter,

If you ever want to see these Weasleys again, you’ll follow directions perfectly.
You and the Mudblood are the only ones who must know of this and together you can accomplish my task.
The ransom for these two is simple and non-negotiable.
Deliver to me a vial of ‘Essense of Malfoy’.
How you get it, is your problem.
You have two weeks, exactly.
By Friday, July 13, you must have the container filled with the semen and sperm of Draco Malfoy or I will fulfill my threat.
I will contact you again, at that time.


Your Worst Enemy.

Charlie had been reading over his shoulder and his gasp startled Harry.
The package contained a small, cork-stoppered vial.
“Any idea who this is?” Charlie asked pointing at the close.
“Before today, I would have guessed it was Draco. But, why would he want his own . . You know?” Harry answered, “We need to get Hermione . . . alone.”
“Why?” Asked Charlie.
“She is the Mudblood. This is Hermione. Whoever this is, captured Ron and Ginny to get to me and Hermione.” Harry explained. “It ain’t an easy task, but I still don’t think we should spread this around.”
Charlie nodded, knowingly. “I’ll get Hermione and bring her here. Just wait for me, okay?” he said heading for the door.
Harry went to the sitting parlor and slid into a chair, the letter dangling from his hand.
How could he accomplish this, and why would someone think he could?
These were just some of his thoughts.