(A/N: I own nothing Harry Potter, well, maybe except for my original characters.)

The air around her felt stuffy and it was hard to breathe, but maybe it was because she was sitting in the cupboard her mother had told her to hide in. There was a loud crash and she heard a scream, it was her mother, she was yelling for whoever had come to go away because they had no business coming here. She peeked at the tiny space in the cupboard to see better, she heard loud bangs and saw flashes of light, her father was shouting at the same man too. Then, she saw two bright green flashes and then, it was silent. A silence that was all too loud. Her throat was dry and the tears had long stopped streaming down her face.

Then suddenly, the cupboard door flew open, there he was, the man that had hurt her mommy and papa, he was tall and had a crescent shaped scar next to his eye, he had many marks on his arms and neck and he wore a sick twisted grin as he raised his wand and pointed it at her…

Lena woke up with a start. Her whole body and the bed were drenched in sweat, looking at her bedside clock, it read almost four in the morning. Slowly walking to her kitchen, she sat down and buried her face in her hands. She wanted to tell herself it was a nightmare, just a bad dream. Only she knew that it happened, the night he came and killed her parents, the night he raised his hand and looked at her as though she was nothing, the night he pointed his wand at her and said that one word, 'Sectumsempra', that left her scarred for life. She knew his face and was going to find him, somehow, some way, he was going to pay for what he did.

Suddenly, a bright silvery light flew into her room in the form of a tiger, she knew that it was Shacklebolt, her boss.

"Jordan, wake up," he said in his gruff voice, "There's been another incident, 287 Shire Street, come immediately." And with that, the patronus left.

"Good morning to you too," she breathed sarcastically.

Lena apparated a few blocks away from said place. Her robes billowed in the October wind as she strode to the scene, she could see the place now, it had been sectioned off in bright red tape, completely invisible to the muggle eye.

"Ten minutes, you're late," Shacklebolt barked as she walked towards him.

"Good morning sir," she said calmly, there was no pleasing David Shacklebolt and Lena knew it. Like his father Kingsley, he was a man of big build and had a lion like face, but he was harsher than his father, always wanting everything done to perfection.

"We've had another happening," he lifted the enchanted piece of tape and let her through, "This time, it's a family. Sweeper aurors are on the case, trying to collect any evidence of what exactly happened," they were now walking past witches and wizards who were pointing their wands at objects in the house, trying to collect information.

"So, what do we know about this family?" Lena asked as she got the file he handed her.

"It's all in there," he replied, "You can see Weasley if you've got any question."

"Weasley's on this case?" Lena asked.

"The Ministry's ordered more people on the case," he growled, "So, there's Weasley and Potter on the case too."

Lena scoffed, those two were still rookie aurors, this was a class five investigation, "Probably because of their family connections," she said below her breath.

Shacklebolt just gave her a look that said he knew what she was thinking and that he would not tolerate her right now.

Lena sucked her teeth and nodded, she sauntered to Colin Willis, her partner, "Hey Colin," she breathed.

The salt and pepper haired man looked at her and smirked, "I see you've managed to lose the Shacklebolt," he observed.

Lena pursed her lips and shrugged, "I just found out that I'm supposed to get my de brief from rookie over there," she pointed at a very enthusiastic looking Rose Weasley who was running around and taking pieces of evidence to study.

Colin just laughed, "Behave yourself Lena," he walked to the back of the room where there were aurors taking pictures of the crime scene.

"So," she asked, "What can you tell me about this case?"

"Well, so far, we know that they were an ordinary squib family," he said it with a bit of irony in his tone, "and they sat down for supper when they were taken. Neighbour called the muggle police when she noticed no movement for a few days and MI6 sent it over to the Ministry when they discovered that it could be more than just a muggle abduction."

Lena was nodding as she let her eyes sweep across the scene, the place looked perfectly fine, there was no sign of a struggle and it looked as though someone had just gone out for a walk and would walk in that door any moment from now.

"So, is there anything out of the ordinary? Anything new?" she pressed.

"Well, MI5 found a set of prints they couldn't trace anywhere and when referred to MI6, there was nothing, the prints are being sent over to the Ministry as we speak," Colin said as he opened his file to show her some of the latest details.

Lena opened her file and to see what he was talking about, "So, that's why MI6 are involved," she observed.

"Yeah, this is not the first incident as you already may have known, but we found something," Colin informed, "the other Ministries have not been telling us but we found from MI6 HQ that these abductions have been happening in Bulgaria, China and France too, I don't know if I'm right, but I think that these are not just the work of a purist who hates squibs as we first theorised, I think that there's more to this."

Lena was nodding, she had not heard much of what he had said as she was looking at something Potter had discovered under a carpet.

"What's that?" she asked as she shone her wand light where the bespectacled boy had uncovered the carpet.

"I'm not sure," he said as he was looking at the scratches on the wood floor, "it looks like some form of writing," he said as he ran his fingers across the area, "Potter, James Potter," he said as he held out his hand for her to shake. She did not take it so he awkwardly dropped it and continued studying the newfound evidence.

"I'm-"

"Lena Jordan," he finished, "I know, I answer to you, I just wanted you to know that," he said.

Lena nodded, "Let me know what you find," she said as she walked away.

Lena started to flip through her file, she read the family's name, they were the Stubbs, they were squibs who had gone to hide in the muggle world and act like muggles, the father, Amos, was an electrical engineer and the mother was a teacher, they had two children aged 12 and 15. They had muggle records and all seemed normal.

"Found something?" Colin asked from behind her.

Lena was shaking her head, "Nope," she replied as she flipped through her file, "Like you said, another family of squibs, it says here that they are third gen squibs," she said as she flipped through their pictures. They were all smiley auburn haired people, the four of them, they looked like the perfect suburban family.

"It says here that they had cut all contacts with the magical world in 1978," Lena said as she pointed at her file, "I don't know," she was shaking her head.

"Wait. When did you say they cut all cords?" Colin asked.

"1978, why?" she replied.

Colin sighed and waved his wand at his file, "I knew this was not ordinary, take a look at this."

She took his file and looked, he had extracted some of their older cases.

"What does it say there?" he asked.

"Marshall Gwin," she read, "status: squib, last recorded by Ministry, Feb.1978, Quinheart family, status: squib, Quinheart family last recorded by Ministry, July.1978," she kept on reading the case files and all of them had cut connection between 1975 and 1980, all had just vanished from the Wizarding world until the days they had been reported missing by muggle police.

"But how-"

"Someone knew about these people Lena, I think these people had come into hiding."

"Uh, they are squibs Colin, of course they will hide." Lena replied.

"I know that," Colin had now taken his file back, "But these ones, it seems too perfect, too organised to be coincidental."

Before Lena could reply, Potter called, "I think I've found something!"

Everybody flocked to where the boy knelt; the scratches were now clear inscriptions in ancient runes. Lena instantly recognised them as Faer Elf Folk tongue, an old language that had long since gone extinct.

"I'm sorry, I can't read it," the Reader said as he studied the inscription.

"We have penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of Darkness. The Dark is generous, and it is patient. The Dark always wins, it wins because it's everywhere," Rose Weasley read.

There was an eerie silence in the room after the words were read. Then suddenly, there was a loud thump banging on the place the runes had been and everybody jumped, she could not see him but Lena was sure that even Shacklebolt had flinched.

The thumping continued for a while before it stopped altogether, as though the thing had gone away. Shacklebolt inched towards the place and whispered, "Defodio," almost hesitantly.

The light from the spell slowly went to the runes and inched around every single word before the wood panel flooring started to fall in, Lena was not believing what she saw as the floor crumbled into a perfect round hole in the floor. It was dark beyond the floor, not the dark i-can't-see kind of darkness, darkness that engulfed the inner core of your soul, a dark that bored into your mind, a Dark that filled you to the very core. The kind of Dark Lena remembered from her nightmares.

"Lumos" Shacklebolt said, and he proceeded down the stairway that had come up the moment the floor fell in. Lena followed close behind and was closely followed by Colin; Rose Weasley had also come along in case of any more runes.

"What's this place?" Colin asked.

Lena just shrugged and shook her head as she tried to contain her nausea from the putrid smell. Shining her wand around, it looked like an old cellar that had been sealed off. There were a few shelves and some rats were scurrying across the place.

Lena shone her wand elsewhere and what she saw then made her reel. Right there, in the corner, sat two figures, they looked like children but there was no telling whether it was so or they were stunted adults. They were completely naked, few strands of hair hung limply from their almost bald heads and they had red circles around their eyes and their skin had a sickly grey pallor and had grey and red blotches in various places and they looked just about ready to pounce on the newcomers.

"Oh my God," Colin said. From behind him, Rose had turned away to empty the contents of her stomach.

"Call in the Medi-Aurors," Shacklebolt said, even he seemed a little disturbed, if he ever got disturbed, "Willis, Jordan, follow me to HQ," he said as he turned away to walk back up.

Lena swallowed heavily as she turned to follow him. Once they were outside in the fresh air, they all turned on the spot and disapparated.

(A/N: first attempt at something dark, i hope you liked it :) )