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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Eight:

Molly's heart broke as she slowly approached her friend. Delana was a wreck, a pitiful sight to behold. Her thin body was only half-hidden behind her modest clothing and her green eyes were vacant as she twisted a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

Molly swam forward cautiously, pushing her red hair back when the water around her propelled it forward in a cloud of swirling strands. "Delana?"

The Allura glanced up briefly, eyes haunted. "What will they do to him?"

Her voice was grating, harsh and lacking the musical quality it had once had. Molly winced and pulled the woman into a tight embrace. "They won't do anything to him. Harry's a smart boy, he can avoid detection."

Delana returned her gaze to the sea before her, sight registering little but the absence of her youngest child.

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Ron crouched down wearily on the hot sand of the island, legs quivering from exhaustion. He glanced up through eyes the colour of bluebells as he panted to try and regain his breath. The auburn-haired male jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder.

James looked down on him, the constant sadness in his hazel eyes overshadowed by pity. "You need to rest, Ron." The younger Allura shook his head stubbornly. "Just a short break, then I'll go out scouting again. Shota needs me."

"Shota and his parents have men scouting the seas for Harry. Your absence will not make that much of a difference." Ron's eyes became pained as he stared into James' face, "I need to find him," he whispered desperately, "It's been two weeks. What if he's hurt? Trapped somewhere?" Ron glanced around the island, as if reliving the memories of when Harry was taken from them. This place had become an enemy to him, a trap, but he had been searching since before the sunrise and he needed a break, if only for a moment.

"Harry is stronger than you think, Ron," James said with a soft smile, "he will not allow himself to rest until he is back home." James took his hand away and gazed out into the large expanse of water. "We can only hope he finds some amount of peace whilst he is waiting to return."

Ron stood swiftly, running a hand over his chest where his turquoise scales had begun to vanish under the heat of the sun. Eyes narrowing, he braided his wet hair securely. "It isn't that I don't trust Harry to return home, I don't trust the humans to let him." The red head rushed towards the water, plunging into it bodily and taking off in his search for Harry once more.

He would not break until he knew for certain that Harry was safe.

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Logically, Ron knew that these waters were different, cooler and further North than the waters he hailed from. There were fish here, large creatures that watched him cautiously as he travelled further into their home. However, in his tired mind, they all had begun to look the same. Each plant, rock and current he swam past had all taken on a generic quality because of his weariness. Nothing stood out. He considered stopping, returning home as the sky above the water grew dark with the approaching nightfall. He should return home, Shota would have his head if he managed to get himself lost and returned a day behind schedule.

With every conclusion to turn back, however, there came to his mind the sight of Harry, frightened and pale as he leant forward to kiss the red head before sprinting away. It was as though the small Allura had been kissing his friend goodbye. Harry had lured the humans away, regardless of his own well being.

Ron felt tears fall from his wide eyes and mingle with the ocean water, invisible. He raised a pale hand to swipe the irritation in his eyes away when a shadow fell over him and a school of fish delved at him, their movements panicked and travelling in every direction.

Ron gave a yell of surprise and swatted at the stupid creatures, his vision blinded. His elbow connected with something solid and thick and he grasped it, pulling his form away from the fish. But the thing he had gripped tightened beneath him and the fish were pressed more closely against him. Somewhere in his panic, Ron became aware that he was being pulled upwards, out of the water.

He screeched as the problem hit him. A net! He was trapped in a net!

He fought against the fish and the trap even as he was plucked from the water and dumped aboard what could only have been the deck of a ship. When the net loosened and the fish began to flop uselessly around him, Ron darted up, racing towards the water to the sounds of men shouting in confusion.

A sharp pain in his ankle brought him to the wooden floor with a yelp of agony and he glanced down with frightened eyes. An arrow protruded grotesquely from his leg, the blood welling and covering the scar that had been left there from the previous human weapon.

A shadow fell over him once more and, heart thrumming in his chest, Ron looked up, coming face to face with a human man. The man was older than he, but his skin was untouched, unmarred, and in his pale hand he clutched the device that had obviously been used to cripple the Allura. A shock of dark hair fell around the man's slender face and his black eyes looked at Ron as though he had found a treasure chest.

When he reached forward to grasp the red head's chin, Ron drew back, lip drawing back in a fierce snarl and blue fins flaring from his arms and legs in a clear warning. The human's only response was to chuckle. A deep, terrifying sound that caused Ron to stiffen. Abruptly, the stranger caught Ron by his damaged ankle and pulled him closer; ignoring the shriek of agony Ron couldn't keep contained. He flashed snow-white teeth as he stared at the Allura from inches away.

"Hello, Allura," he purred, his voice as rich as honey and absolutely dark.

"My name is Tom Riddle, welcome to my ship."
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