"So how did the date go?" Kirsten asked her friend on the other end of the phone.

"It was amazing," Amy gushed. "He opened the car door, paid for the movie ticket, and everything..."

Kirsten was on her stomach, laying on her bed, her legs kicking back and forth in the air. Her walls were a pale purple, with oak flooring, her bed was white and above billowed a satiny canopy. The walls were covered with posters of international soccer teams, and pictures of her and her friends. Kirsten craned her head around to look at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was nearing ten o'clock.

"Kirsten are you even listening!" Amy yelled.

"Oh, um... sorry. I guess not." Kirsten admitted.

"Why'd you call if you didn't want to hear any of this," Amy grumbled.

"I do!" Kirsten protested. "It's just that it's getting late and my dad's not home yet."

There was a short pause, "Again?" Amy asked. "Does he ever come home?"

"Of course he does! It isn't his fault he has to work late. At this rate he's going to work himself to death." Kirsten sighed, "What a horrible time to minister."

"Yeah, especially Mr. pompous what's his face. Somebody needs to give that guy some acting lessons."

Kirsten knew who Amy was talking about. One of her father's political opponents who was milking every horrible thing to the best to of his abilities. Kirsten gritted her teeth. Pompous what's his face was exactly why she hated politics with a passion. She could just see his grin as he repeated all the horrible things that had happened these past weeks; the bridge collapsing, the freak hurricane, the two murders...

Kirsten looked out her window into the foggy night. She saw three figures walking up the driveway. It was dark so she could barely make them. It had to be her father and his two bodyguards. It certainly wasn't her mother who was visiting her parents in Australia.

"Speak of the devil, I think my dad's home. I'll talk to you tomorrow at school," Kirsten said.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Kirsten closed her cell phone and placed it on her nightstand. She headed out of her room to the stairs. Her personal bodyguard was sitting on the living room couch watching the television. She was just about to tell him that her father was home, when there was a loud bang. The front door flew off it's hinges, and crashed into the opposite wall. The three figures Kirsten had seen walking up her driveway came running through threshold.

Her bodyguard had leapt to his feet; his hand flying to his pocket. Kirsten expected to see him pull out a gun but instead he pulled out a... a stick. Before the guard could raise the stick the intruder in front, a woman with black hair, raised another stick. She yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" There was a flash of blinding green light. Kirsten screamed when she saw the guard fall to the ground like a broken rag doll. Kirsten stared at the bodyguard transfixed; it was just a light. How could a flash of light hurt anyone?

Before she could think, before her mind could realize what was happening the woman pointed at Kirsten and screamed, "Up there! Get her!"

Two men, one black haired and the other blond began to hurry up the stairs. Kirsten toke off running to her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Quickly she grabbed her baseball bat lying on her bedroom floor and stood next to the door.

Kirsten listened to the footsteps approach her door. They sounded like they were in no hurry. Why should they be? Kirsten was trapped upstairs. A man's voice muttered a nonsensical word, "Alohomora." She watched amazed as her lock turned on it's own. The door swung open, concealing her. A young man, with blond hair walked in, holding his stick high. Kirsten ran out of her hiding spot and hit the boy straight in the chest. The boy collapsed to the floor gasping for breath. Kirsten quickly turned the other man how was yelling "Pert..." Kirsten hit him before he could finish.

Kirsten went to run downstairs but the woman was running up the steps. She didn't think; Kirsten leapt over the banister to get downstairs. A searing pain traveled up her legs when she landed but she ignored it, and ran for the door. She was almost there.

Something unexpectedly caught her legs. Kirsten fell hard to the ground. Laying on the floor she looked over her shoulder. There was nothing that she could have tripped on. Kirsten was scrambling to her feet when a hand grabbed her hair and dragged her to her feet. Kirsten cried out in pain as she felt her hair ripe from her scalp.

Kirsten looked up into the gaze of the black haired woman, her face was pale, and gaunt, almost emaciated. The two men were starting to come downstairs both clutching their sides.

The woman shook Kirsten roughly. "You filthy muggle," she screeched, "How dare you lay a finger against a wizard? If you ever try something like that again you'll end up like your friend over there," The woman finished with a jerk of her head to the dead bodyguard.

Through the pain and fear something clicked inside her head. Wizard, wands, magic. But it couldn't be possible; those things didn't exist. And what was a muggle?

"Bellatrix we need to leave before the Aurors arrive," the black haired man said. The man's black hair was greasy, he was pale and he had a large hooked nose.

The woman, Bellatrix nodded. She shoved Kirsten toward the other man. "Draco you watch over the scum." Draco was about her age. His gray eyes darted towards the dead bodyguard fearfully. He looked pale almost sick. He wasn't used to this, Kirsten realized. He wasn't a killer, and that made him weaker than the other two.

Without another word the Bellatrix, and the man turned. With a loud pop they disappeared. Kirsten stared at where they had been with her mouth hanging open. "Come one!" Draco muttered impatiently. He tugged Kirsten's arm through his, and then turned.

Everything went black. It was like she being squeezed through a rubber tube. The pressure was pushing in on her head. She couldn't she could smell fresh country air, and see dimly through the night. They were at a country lane surrounded by hedges, near a gate.

Bellatrix and the man were waiting at the open gate. The began walking up the lane, through the gate when they saw the boy and Kirsten. Draco dragged Kirsten by her arm up the lane. In the yard strutted white peacocks. Normally she probably would have laughed at the absurdity. It was not long before they reached a beautiful manor, that all four of them entered.

The manor was stylishly decorated, with antique furniture, and a large beautiful chandelier.

"Draco take, the girl down to the cellar with the other prisoner," Bellatrix called behind her shoulder.

Kirsten waited till she, and the man were gone. Then quick as a cobra she kneed Draco in the groins. For the second time that night the boy feel to the ground groaning. Kirsten sprinted for the door. This time she planned to let nothing stop her.

But a side door opened and Kirsten was forced skid to a stop in order to not run into the thing that had came out. She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a high squeak. The thing standing before her couldn't be human. It just couldn't

It had the body of a man but it's face was horribly distorted. It's face was pale, with slits for nostrils, and catlike red eyes that gleamed down at with disgust. She was going to die.

A pair of hands roughly grabbed her by her shirt. "I'm so-sorry, My... Lord. It won't happen again." Draco stammered.

"I should hope not," the thing said. It had a high cold voice. Kirsten shuddered when she heard it. "Because if you can't even handle a muggle, than surely can't handle anything. Especially the task I've given you."

Kirsten could feel Draco start to shake. "I can complete it. I...I will, My Lord"

"I should hope so, for your sake and you family's." The thing said. It turned to leave and Draco bowed. Kirsten looked at the boy. His face was pale as a corpse and covered in sweat. He was as scared of that thing as she was.

Draco very roughly dragged her down to the cellar. He toke out his stick and said "Alohomora," before opening the door. Kirsten noticed that it was the same word the other man spoke to open her door. For a moment Kirsten saw a emaciated figure lying on the cellar floor. Before she could see anything else she was shoved into the cellar so hard that she fell to the ground. The door slammed shut and everything was dark.