The Contract

Chapter 76

Naturally the news that Heir Harry James Potter spread like wildfire, and masses of Wizards and Witches branded together to help find him. Meeting up at the Leaky Cauldron or Hogshead pub in groups to hunt for the missing youngster. So, it was only understandable that the news had reached Sirius Black as well.

The Aurors as well as the dark sect found their presence bothersome and irritating. They were only getting in the way of their aim to find and bring the thirteen-year-old back home. As soon as possible, they had no idea what this wizard actually wanted from him.

"Where the bloody hell is he?" Rabastan snarled, pacing back and forth, feeling useless every second his betrothed was out there alone. Enduring Merlin only knows what and he was a dark wizard who'd done his share of rather dark deeds and his mind was going to the worst of all places when it came to his betrothed.

"Rabastan remain calm, getting yourself worked up won't help find him," Corvus said with deceptive mildness. He wasn't fairing any better than his youngest son, if he was entirely honest. "He must have been taken to somewhere behind very, very strong wards. If even you cannot find him through his ring." Which held an extremely strong tracking charm, that even worked while Harry was in Hogwarts. Harry was naturally aware of the charm's existence.

"Has my godson been found yet?" Sirius asked, shoving his way inside of the room, terror was written across his grey eyes, so reminiscent of Orion that they were momentarily silenced the eldest of the two.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Just how did you know where to find us Mr. Black?" suspicious to the extreme.

Sirius showed the map, "He's not on it," his voice thick with emotion, he didn't care about anything other than finding his godson.

Voldemort took the map and his eyes widened; his eyes roamed over every single piece of the map in minutes. He was admittedly, very impressed despite himself. "This is rather...ingenious." It looked to show everywhere they'd found at Hogwarts, also everyone, where they are, what they were doing, every minute of every day. Live tracking rune, attached to a map. His new legal name - thank you goblins - was on the map thankfully, although he doubted Black new his real name.

"Where have you checked?" Sirius asked, pacing relentlessly, "Do you have a clue who it could be? And why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?"

"Have some decorum, Black, you're beginning to sound like Bellatrix..." Rodolphus stated sharply, "That is my father you're speaking to." A lord.

Sirius struggled to contain his emotions, before breathing shakily. "I apologise," he bit out, "But he is my godson, I agreed not to interfere because he's happy...but keeping this from me..." it was wrong on so many levels. He wanted his godson safe. "How long has he been missing?"

"Twenty-four hours," Rabastan told him, leaning against the fireplace, his face contorted in a mixture of rage and fear. "Just over...twenty-four hours." It was Sunday now; they'd been out five times - all of them except the Dark Lord glamoured - so they were unrecognizable. They hadn't found anything at all, there was just no bloody trace to be had.

He'd never felt more useless in his life...including when he'd been sentenced to Azkaban.

"Why are you just standing there?" Sirius blurted out, closing his eyes, "I didn't mean that," he couldn't antagonise the Lestrange's, Harry wouldn't want that. "Where have you checked?"

"He was Portkey'd, Black, he could be anywhere in the world right now." The Headmaster informed the Godfather. "We've searched with the agreement of the owners, every inch of Hogsmeade, every shop, every cellar every cottage. There are groups of people out there right now, searching for him as well. Admittedly, they're intentions are good but they're trampling over any potential evidence we might glean."