Harry
'They have Albus.'
Harry sprinted as fast as he could down the corridor to Ginny's room, a healer was busying herself, tidying Ginny's bed and belongings. Harry burst through the door and gasped, "they've got Albus."
"What?" Ginny breathed, "no."
Harry swallowed his tears, "I'm sorry, Gin, I went in to see him and there was a note in his cot saying something about tricking someone, but I know it's them. They've got Albus."
Tears streamed down Ginny's face and Harry held her, stroking her sweet-smelling hair.
"I'm going to go and get Ron," Harry said, "we're going to find them and get Albus back."
Ginny held onto his hand as he made to leave, "I want to come."
Harry sighed, his stomach clenching, "love, you can't, you've just had a baby. You and Hermione have to stay here."
Ginny's eyes hardened, "he's my baby too."
"It's not a question of who's baby Albus is, it's a question of who's well enough and I don't think you are." Harry stopped her retaliation with a kiss, "I'll see you soon, with Albus."
Ginny wiped away a tear, "see you soon, love you."
"Love you too."
***
"It doesn't make sense! Where would they go?" Ron cried as he and Harry scoured the map for a possible location.
"I don't know, why Albus?" Harry pondered, looking at the map and drawing circles around possible cities and countries. The circles around Colorado formed a funny shape, like the shape of a face, but with no skin...like a skull... "Ron! Look!" Harry traced the shape with his finger. Ron's eyes were as wide as galleons, he mouthed wordlessly.
"You don't think...?" He muttered.
"Yeah, I do," Harry replied, "it's a sign, I know it is."
The two men stared wide eyed at each other for a moment, then they picked up their wands and jackets. Harry put the map in his pocket and the disapparated to Colorado.
The sun was hot and bright, a sign I front of them bore the words 'welcome to Colorado. Please drive slowly.'
Harry and Ron sat down on the grass at the edge of the road and scrutinised the map, Colorado was so huge they had no idea where to start. It was impossibly huge to search. They stared at the map for hours, the sun dipping gradually. Harry was beginning to lose hope, when Ron gave a cry. Harry's head snapped up to look at his friend.
"What's wrong?" Asked Harry, his heart still hammering wildly.
"Look at this!" Ron traced the road connecting three villages, "Harry, it looks like an 'A' for Albus."
They searched two villages. Nothing. Only on their third try did they stumble across something. They walked through a dark, desolate area. The occasional teenagers wandering around drunk. An old, disused factory loomed over them, an icy coldness seemed to engulf them and Harry shivered. The cold was familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he'd last felt it. He pulled out his wand and nudged Ron, who gulped and nodded. They pushed the door open and slipped inside.
The hallway was lit up with candles and lanterns, old metal bars supporting the ceiling, a three storey high labyrinth of walkways and rooms. Harry sighed, at loss of what do do.
"Suppose we should start looking," Ron breathed and Harry nodded in agreement. They made their way through passages, checking room after room, Harry would have preferred the darkness, for the light seemed to cast shadows and make everything more tense. They were walking the second floor as a foul stench filled their noses, Harry fought back a gag. It seemed to be coming from the room to his immediate left. He tried the handle. Locked.
