"Thank you. I'm going to take Abbey out to get more books again. She's been looking forward to this for a week. I really don't want to disappoint her," Khaat said.
"Khaat, I wish you'd rethink this," Brian said. "I don't have an issue with you taking her out, but why always on a Saturday? You know how busy Diagon Alley is on Saturday mornings."
"We can blend in with the crowd," Khaat said. "We'll be fine. Abbey is very good about staying with us."
"She doesn't dash off to run to the books?"
"No," Marcus said, "Not anymore. She's much better about that. She is rarely out of my sight for even a fraction of a second. We'll be home before lunchtime. Probably home before you get through at St. Mungos, if you have much of a wait in the emergency room."
Abbey came back downstairs with a pink cardboard box that was filled with all sorts of markers in all sorts of colors. She snatched a second cookie from the cooling rack and looked at Marcus.
"Can we go now?" she asked expectantly.
"Just a second," Marcus said. He picked up two cookies and gave one to Khaat. "Now we're ready," he smiled. He reached for her tiny hand. "Grab hold," he told Khaat. Khaat wrapped her arm around his waist and held tightly to him. Marcus flicked his wand and they apparated out to Diagon Alley.
The alley was crowded, that was for certain. It was almost wall to wall people. It always caused Khaat a moment of panic when she saw such crowds. She felt herself tense, still clinging to Marcus.
"Breathe," he told her quietly, knowing her fear of wall to wall people. It was too easy for things to happen in this sort of a crush. The book store was just ahead.
"Don't lose her," Khaat said very softly to him.
"I won't," he said. "I've got her. Let's go this way." He found a clearer path through to the bookstore. It was quieter here. People weren't looking for a great many summer reads today, for some reason. Khaat wanted to be certain that they had plenty of books for Abbey so they could skip the book buying season before the train left again from Kings Cross to Hogwarts in September.
At the front of the children's section, there was a large display of books with paper dolls. Abbey stopped to look at the colorful books.
"Mama? What are paper dolls?" she asked. Khaat took one of the books and opened it and explained the dolls and the paper clothes with the paper tabs. Abbey was excited about this new sort of toy. "Can I have some?" she asked.
"Okay," Khaat asked. "Pick a book or two that you like." Abbey picked out about six different books. Khaat told her to pick two of the six. Marcus managed to have a clerk tag along and carry some of the other books that Khaat wasn't going to buy today in order to have that August order set back already to avoid taking Abbey out in August with the school shoppers.
Khaat followed Abbey to the chapter books, and they started looking for stories that would interest a young reader. She kept Abbey right next to her, afraid to let her more than a step or two away, even here. She tried to tell herself that she was just used to living behind the Lupin compound's impregnible walls, too used to living in the security that kept James from getting to her again. And she'd gotten entirely reliant on having bodyguards around her at all times, even in her own home. They never left. It was just what life had become. Perhaps she wasn't normal anymore. Perhaps she was becoming a hermit for no good reason.
She glanced down and saw Abbey wasn't where she had been a moment before. There were several people in the aisle with her, but she didn't see Abbey. She began to look to see where Abbey was, figuring she just wandered a few steps away. Her blood started to run cold when she didn't see her.
"Abbey?" she called. Other witches and wizards looked at her disapprovingly as she broke the quiet of the book store to look for her daughter. "Have you seen a little girl?" she asked them. "She's blond--about so high..." she gestured with her hand. "She's got a pink hair ribbon and a white t shirt with pink butterflies, pink shorts...."
"She went around the corner," an old wizard pointed Khaat around to the next aisle.
"Thank you," Khaat said, quickly skirting around the corner. She stepped on something that crinkled. She took her foot off it quickly. It was the sound of the little pink silk butterfly from Abbey's hair ribbon under her foot. Oddly, it was not just on the floor. It was sticking, like a bookmark, purposely placed, out of the paper doll book Abbey had been carrying.
Abbey could not have gotten the hair ribbon out of her hair by herself. That much Khaat knew immediately. "Marcus!" she panicked. "Abbey!" Marcus spun around the corner and saw what Khaat was looking at. He looked around. There wasn't any sign of Abbey anywhere. And instantly he already knew she wasn't here anymore. The hair ribbon, deliberately removed and placed so carefully in the paper doll book and placed so meticulously on the floor, so straight and careful with a mathematical precision for perfect alignment. Not just dropped. Placed. Abbey was gone. He knew it straight off.
"Khaat,..." he began very gently.
"No, I have to find her," Khaat said, frantic. She started to try to run from him.
"I'm sure she's safe at home," a young student clerk offered, trying to be helpful. "Her grandmother took her not a moment ago."
"Grandmother?" Marcus frowned.
"Yeah. Tall woman, dark hair, dark eyes, silver walking stick. Took her by the hand and told me she was the child's grandmother and simply popped out with her...."
"That's not her grandmother!" Khaat panicked. "I don't know anyone like that! Someone's taken my daughter! Who is she? Surely you've seen her before. Where do I find this woman..."
"I..don't know. I've never seen her..." he began, not knowing what to do with a panicked mother.
"Not good enough!" Khaat said reaching for the young man and grabbing him by the shirt.
"Hey," Marcus was still standing behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back from the young man. "Stop," he whispered in her ear. "We'll find her. I swear. We'll find her." He turned her around to look him in the face. "Look at me," he said quietly. "I'm right here. We will find her. I promise you."
"You can't promise me that," she said, feeling her legs weren't going to hold her at the thought that maybe Abbey was gone forever. He caught her quickly.
"Yes," he said deliberately. He wanted her to hear him. He wanted her to believe. "Yes, I can. I can promise that because I know your family. I know the people we live with in that house. They won't quit until they find her. Nor will I." He pressed the alarm on his jacket and simply held her for a moment. The last thing he wanted was for her to faint. Perhaps if she had a moment to just breathe, she'd regain herself a bit.