Chapter 31 | Christmas at the Burrow, Part 2

                                    

                                          
Sirius felt his throat tighten as cries, that he had held back for nearly two decades. had finally escaped. They could have been heard for miles as they were that haunting. Remus threw his arms around him from behind as Sirius had sunk to the floor. "Alert the Ministry... NOW, TONKS!" Remus shouted as the rest of the house had run out in a fright. Tonks vanished into the night as Molly ran out to where Arthur was stood, "What's happened?" She hurriedly asked, "Death Eaters. They've taken Harry and Elektra." Arthur said in a low hushed voice but the rest of the children had still heard. Jada's parents ran out as Hermione begged her parents to stay inside. "I have close contacts with the Ministry. I can offer my help." Tony Monet said in a rushed voice, striding out to where Remus and Sirius were. Remus looked around, "Thank you, Tony. We need as much help as we can get. I'll alert Dumbledore immediately, maybe Snape can offer his help too, since he used to be a Death Eater." Remus left Sirius as he rushed inside of the house. Arthur paced over to Sirius and touched his back lovingly but Sirius shrugged him violently off as he shouted into the cold December night, "BRING THEM BACK." Arthur rushed to him again and ordered Sirius to come back inside, as Molly ushered the kids back into the house to where it was safe. 
"Why can't we do that?" He snapped at Arthur, turning around suddenly with red eyes that could kill. "Death Eater business. Their own form of apparition." Arthur whispered, trying to be as calm as he possibly could be for Sirius, even though his blood pressure was rocketing up to the sky. "If they don't find my daughter and Godson, I will get sent back to Azkaban, Arthur. Because this time I'll have deserved it." He stormed past Arthur wiping a few tears from his face as he rushed back into the house where Remus was trying his hardest to rectify the situation. He was just as upset as Sirius, but he tried to hold it together for him. He considered Elektra his own and even Harry sometimes, but now that they were both gone... it had left a gaping hole in his heart. 
                          
El's voice had become sharp and painful. She hadn't stopped screaming all throughout the flight until they both had landed hard on what felt like wet sand. It was too dark to see anything but a dozen flames suddenly grew tall as the trees in the distance from torches that were lit all around them. El adjusted her eyes just as a sinking feeling with a mixture of sickness and rage enveloped her body. They had both landed on the beach from El's vision. The beach where the woman in white had died. The same beach that had the magical energy matter hiding underneath the waves. 
                          
Harry got up first, wand in hand but was soon greeted by an Expelliarmus charm from a Death Eater just opposite. El looked around quickly, realising she had left her purse and her own wand at the Weasley's. What she was shown from all those years ago had now vanished and she was left looking at a rather large house that stood opposite the water. Around this house were many Death Eaters. Each one getting closer and closer to where El was sat on the sand. What was this? She desperately asked herself over and over again in the back of her head. She felt like they hadn't even been travelling that long, or was this beach somewhere hidden where only Wizards and Witches could find it? Did they portal to this hidden location or was it really that close by to the Burrow? Dizzy from all of the flying, she didn't have enough time to react as one Death Eater, who had stood opposite her and Harry as the rest stood behind him in a semi circle, had used the Incarcerous spell to bound and gag the two terribly frightened teenagers. El wriggled on the sand uncomfortably, her muffled screaming coming from behind the rope that was forcibly in her mouth. Harry was trying his hardest to wriggle out of them but it was no use. They had attached themselves so tight that El was finding it a little hard to breathe. She tried to concentrate on the sound of the relaxing waves crashing on the shore to the right of her but it wasn't enough to distract her from what was taking place more on land. 
                          
The old wooden door to the house flung open dramatically to reveal someone she thought was locked deep away in Azkaban. Someone that made her realise she had either been fed a lie or the Ministry had the worst Aurors to date. Peter Pettigrew walked out of the door, with a black robe that was bundled up in his small arms looking like he was carrying a child. Peter was an ugly, small, spotty man with large teeth, big ears and a balding head. He looked just like a rat in his human form too... He hunched over as he walked, smirking wide as he did so at the two children lying on the black sand in front of him. The Death Eaters parted so that he could walk through. As he did, Harry began screaming in pain, his forehead scrunching hard and his eyes tight shut. El called for Harry from under the rope that was gagging her, desperate to help him. One Death Eater made a heavy looking black cauldron that had come from inside of the house, hover in mid air with his wand, resting it gently on the ground in front of them. El could have murdered Peter then and there. His greasy hair, what was left anyway, swayed in the wind that had picked up as he lifted his hands high into the air and unravelled the black robe, so that what was hiding inside, with a rushed force, dropped hard into the cauldron, making a big splash when it did. From what El could see it looked like a thin and dishevelled baby that was hunching over, its spine showing through the thin pale skin. Harry was still screaming in pain... El couldn't understand what was happening! Who was that baby-like figure in the pot, and what was Peter doing?