Little Wizards || AU

Harry Potter and the Missing Teddy Bear- Part II

Thirty minutes later, there still was no sign of Harry's teddy bear. James and Lily paced around the living room, thinking, while little Harry sat on the sofa, sucking his thumb.

"It isn't like Harry to lose his favourite teddy bear," said James. "Poof-Poof isn't in the house, so where could he be?"

Lily smiled. It was just like James to take all this so seriously. 

"Harry, did you take Poof-Poof anywhere yesterday?" James asked him. Harry pulled his thumb out of his mouth. "Umm...I don't know."

"We went to the playground after playgroup, remember Harry?" Lily realised. Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes! I played with Poof-Poof on the swings!"

"That's where he'll be," James decided. "At the playground."

"I'm gonna find Poof-Poof! I'm finding Poof-Poof!" Harry kept chanting as he ran over to his room. When he came out, he had his jacket on, inside out.

"Come here, Prongslet," said Lily, and she fixed his jacket for him.

Before long, the Potters held hands and Apparated to the playground.

It was quite chilly and the sky looked duller than usual. Dark clouds hovered across the sky, the sun barely visible, hiding behind them.

Lily pulled her jacket closer to herself and Harry shivered.

"We'd better get this over with, or we'll get ill," said Lily, as the three of them spread out to look for Poof-Poof.

As Harry wandered over to the swings, he felt a wind blowing towards him and shivered more. "I'm gonna find Poof-Poof," he told himself defiantly and walked further.

Harry walked down the path until he couldn't find his parents anywhere. That was strange. The playground wasn't so big one could get lost in it. "Mummy," he called. "Daddy! Prongs! I'm here!"

No answer.

His lip trembled. What if they had left without him? No, that would never happen. His parents would never abandon him in the middle of a playground, in the middle of nowhere.

Just then, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned around with a jolt. A man was looking at him. He was wearing some sort of black cloak and grinned. "Ah, you must be young Harry Potter?"

Harry gulped and nodded.

"Great," said the man. "Your parents were looking for you. Come with me, I'll take you to them."

Harry sighed in relief. Finally, he would find his parents and Poof-Poof and go home. Maybe eat some of Uncle Remus's chocolate. And of course, thank this kind man who'd bring him to his parents.

He took the man's hand and he led him down further into the path.

***

"Have a seat," said the man, gesturing to a chair.

Harry looked around nervously. He was in a big, spacious house which looked nice, but he liked his own house better. He was standing in the drawing room, looking at the creepy pictures on the walls who kept smiling and winking at him. 

"Sit down," the man repeated.

"Are you sure Mummy and Daddy will come here?" asked Harry.

"Yes, I'm sure they will. Biscuit?"

Harry tentatively sat on a chair and reached his hand for the biscuit. The man gave him a cream-filled one, his favourite. He wolfed down the biscuit and stared at him. "What is your name?"

"You can call me Mr. Dolohov," said the man.

"Hello, Mr. Dolohov."

"Um, hello."