That thought had occurred to Nate, that someone had been in their house before, had known exactly where to go and what they would do. Either they had been here or had observation on them; something, it had to be something like that because there was no way they would get that information form any of them, the bedtime routine, that was just too personal for them to know. Nate nodded and smoothed down the hair on the back of her hair, trying to be as soothing as possible, despite the air of panic and terror that was clutching his chest.
"They're checking everything, I told them to look for anything, any spying charms or anything," Nate said quietly, "Moody, he's going to fix this." Nate wished this didn't sound as hollow as it felt. Nate wanted to yell and tear and kill to find his children, but there was, nothing. "You didn't, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have left."
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