A/N: I started writing this a few weeks ago, then forgot about it. Sorry it's so short, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it yet. Reviews and criticism are welcome and appreciated.

Disclaimer: All characters, locations, creatures, etc that you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling.

A shrill scream echoed in the distance, and Allie Boot's heart dropped down to her empty stomach, a rush of terror passing through her.

"Jenna!" She screamed, "Jenna, just stay calm! I'm coming!"

She ran through the forest as though her life depended on it. It did, in a way; if Jenna was gone, what reason was there left to live? She pushed the thought aside as she reached the edge of a small icy lake, looking around frantically for her younger sister. Jenna wasn't there.

"Aw, what's wrong? Lost somethin'?" An cold, unfamiliar voice crooned from behind her. She turned around. A man, horrible and terrifying, stood behind her, leaning casually against a tree. A second man, slightly shorter, was grinning and holding Jenna by the hair, watching the 10-year-old struggle.

"I-you-let her go!" She said, wishing she could have thought of something slightly cleverer to say. Why did she always have to panic at times like these?

"And why'd 'e do that, luv?" The taller man stepped forward, smirking. She took a step back, almost falling into the lake.
"Careful. Wouldn't want you goin' around hurtin' yourself, now would we?"

He took another step forward, grabbing her by the wrist.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"Ah-Allie. Allie Boot." She said, attempting to hide her nervousness. It didn't seem to work.

"Huh. So you and your sister are goin' by the same story. That's good. Saves us time, don't it, Fawley?" He looked back at the other snatcher, who nodded, keeping his eyes on Jenna.

"Bu' I think I'm gonna keep you anyway. For, ah… entertainment purposes," he spoke the words carefully, as if savouring her terror, enjoying it. She tried to pull away from him. If she could get away now, then maybe, just maybe…

"Oh, that's ya feel 'bout it, is it? Fine, then. We'll have to make do with your sister." The man let go of her, and started to walk towards Jenna. He knew the older girl wouldn't try to run away, not now that her sister was in danger.

"No! Please!" He turned around again, raising his eyebrows. "Please don't hurt her," she begged. "You can do what you want with me. Just let her go."

"Okay," he grabbed her again, and disapparated.