Harry's POV

I open the door smelling the slightly (well charred really) lamb that my lovely wife made for the before-Christmas Christmas dinner. As I make my way to the kitchen I hear the kids upstairs. Molly and Arthur were trying to convince Ginny that the lamb isn't that bad but we all know that Ginny had not inherited her mother's cooking ability.

"It's only me!" I yell and grin as I hear her jump and walk to the hall.

"Harry!" I smile as she grabs my neck and hugs me.

"Who's here?" I ask but never received the answer.

"DAD!!" I heard the stomping of feet as my three beautiful children and godson made their way downstairs. I hugged James, Albus and Lily respectively then looked up to Teddy, standing all 'cool' looking with his arms crossed.

"Nice to see your finally home" he said but looking like he wanted a hug just as much.

"Come here" I said letting go of Albus and embracing him which he reciprocated.

To break the mood and catching sight of myself in the reflection of a glass I said "I smell, and I need a good shave" whilst rubbing my hand over my beard.

"The waters hot and dinner will be ready in ten minutes" Ginny said smiling. I kissed her on the cheek and went upstairs.

The food was delicious. While it was being passed around Ron and I discussed a recent development in a case. Hermione was trying (in vain) to get Hugo and Rosie to eat their vegetables but something was occupying their attention. James, who had obviously gotten some yellow gum from George's shop, was chewing the gum and his skin was turning every imaginable colour. Everyone was enjoying themselves and laughing.

It was the perfect Christmas dinner.

We said goodbye to everyone and promised the kids that they would see each other very soon (I had planned to take everyone on a small holiday) but they had to behave and go to bed. Like that helped.

Ginny and I finally got the kids in bed. We fell on the bed but did not fall asleep. Instead we talked a while about everything and nothing. She fell asleep on my lap and I watched her for some time, thinking how lucky I was. To have a big and wonderful family, a loving and gorgeous wife, three (four if you counted Teddy, which we do) amazing children and the best friends a guy could hope to have.

I must have drifted off because I was jolted awake by the sudden tapping of an irate looking owl at the window. Ginny stirred but I assured her that I would get it and told her to go to sleep again.

I took the letter from the owl and after receiving a treat it flew away. Upon opening it I saw that it was from the Ministry. I may be the Head of the Auror Department but I still took on cases (not really that many any more).

I sighed. Just what I needed. An escaped Voldemort follower, loose in a Muggle city. Better not waste time. Quickly scribbling a note - apologizing my late departure and promising to return as quickly possible - to Ginny I got dressed, and as quiet as a mouse I pecked each of my children on the head and Apparated to a hidden alley near the scene of the sighting. Nothing so far …

A sound brought my attention to the park. There – standing in front of the slide. I approached the figure and held up my hands, my wand pointing upwards yet easy to maneuver to attack and/or defend.

"Might I ask your agenda by showing up here? Leave and no harm shall befall you. Put up a fight and I will arrest you." The stupid reading of the rights is so tedious. Why not jus say "stop or fight, your choice"

"Why, you're alone Mr. Potter. I'd have thought that you'd bring your posse with. Wait, that's right. They don't know, do they?" he laughed and waved around him.

"Never mind that. What are you doing here and what do you want?" I was seriously getting annoyed; the man had a whiny nasal type of voice.

"I thought that we'd meet. We're going to spend a lot of time together, if I get my way. You are Harry Potter – Boy Who Lived, Chosen One, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Most Handsome Man, Auror, Head Auror, Husband, Father, yada yada ya. I'm Someone. Obviously I'm not going to give you my name. Nice to meet you. Let's get started. INCARCEROUS!" Thick ropes bound themselves around my arms, bounding me.

Silently cursing myself for not paying attention, I started to say the counter curse but he summoned my wand. Okay, no biggie. I could still use wandless magic to get myself out.

"Tut tut tut… you know you really are menacing. Just get it into your head that I got you and don't try and escape." He reprimanded me in the tone of voice that Molly used to use on the twins.

This just got my temper up. "So sorry Mother. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to escape when some crazy person wants to possibly kidnap me. Geesh, you really are thick, aren't you? I fully intend to esc…" but before the word was out of my mouth something hit my head and I started losing consciousness until the blackness surrounded me and I knew nothing more.

"Wakey wakey!" I slowly opened my eyes but I couldn't see much and the fact that my head was throbbing didn't help much. All I could see was a blurry mirage of darkness.

"You know it's rude to mouth off to your host but I'll forget your lapse of judgment for the moment. Do it again and … well; let's just say that you won't be recognized for a while. Now, drink this." Call me crazy but I had a feeling in my gut that told me to clamp my mouth shut, which I did. Not that it helped, he just forced my mouth open and poured it in my mouth like I was a baby.

A weird sensation went through my body, making me feel like I wanted to be sick. I glared at my kidnapper (what else could I call him?) and he smiled at me. "Ah yes, it's working quite well. Just like it's supposed to. Do you feel your strength leaving you? Not yet, your magical reserves are probably trying to counter the effects. How long will you last, I wonder. Longest recorded is about an hour. This plus everything else I have planned should wear you out pretty quickly." He looked, quite impossibly, even crazier than he sounded. But I could feel that my magic was depleting. Then I remembered a technique that I read about in a book. Meditation helps to keep you strong that your reserves don't run out too quick.

So I started with the most basic step: breathing. Deep breath in and slowly out. Plus it's an easy way to stay calm and levelheaded.

While I was busy with the meditation I started to notice that the kidnapper had disappeared. After ten minutes he returned, looking noticeably happier. The last thing I saw before something – probably a cloth or bag – was put over my head was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes. Then I saw nothing.

"Ah, there you are. You were almost late you know." He reprimanded whoever appeared.

"You know what to do. I'll give you an hour then I'll pay you. Thank you." I heard the swish of his robes as he walked away. I heard the deep chuckle of the person that would keep me busy for the next hour. This should be fun – for him.

Next thing I felt I was standing, being tied to a pole and being pummeled like a boxing bag. It took all my concentration just trying to stay upright. After a while he actually started to form an unconscious pattern. It made it easier to prepare my body to minimize the damage. All I knew was that - should I survive – St. Mungo's was getting a new patient.

I was almost blacking out from all the pain by the time the kidnapper got back but somehow I managed to stay awake to hear him mention that should I cause him any more trouble he would call Mr. Fist again. Oh joy!

"Wasn't that fun? Enjoy your rest Mr. Potter. You are far from finished. In fact that was just a little appetizer. Should you by some miracle survive this visit it will probably serve as a good reminder to not interfere in other people's business – like the Dark Lord's?" So, it's a revenge hit. How crazy must you be to take revenge almost twenty years later?

~ THREE DAYS LATER ~

The pain is so constant that at this point it's almost bearable but I'm dangerously close to the last of my reserves. All that's keeping me going and coping is the thought of my family. Molly and Arthur - my parents for all intents and purposes; Ginny and the kids; Hermione, Ron and their children; the rest of the Weasly's and all my friends. At least Crazy here just took me.

I know that by now people are searching for me. Hopefully they find me soon because, believe it or not, I'm hungry. Anything except bread will do (which is what I've been living on for the last couple of days). I'd even take some of that burnt lamb right now.

By my calculations I will be receiving my piece of bread and glass of water in a few minutes then it's time for a couple of Crucio's and another session with whoever he has planned next.