I remember crystal clear the way everything was that day.

There was this beautiful rainbow when I woke up that morning.

The morning of the meeting.

It's not like it mattered to me, it was at the Malfoys but Draco had been absent-minded all week, and when the topic came up his face would freeze.

In fact all of them had been acting like that whenever I did see them.

The only time I ever wanted to see some kind of light restored in their eyes. As if they'd never had one to begin with. But I knew them and had seen them through every circumstance and this one, it topped everything.

I kept on watching that rainbow out of my window, while a breeze broke in through the open portion.

It was able to give me goosebumps but I couldn't feel how cold it really was; I was too deep in thought.

Sure it was a rainbow, so that meant something good was s'posed to happen right?

Like maybe we'd have an incredible ray of sunshine burst through those heavy, gloomy blankets of clouds. So then I could go walk across the fields with my book in hand and summer dress on. And I could breathe in the smell of light wispy air and hear the birds come back and sing to me. Sweet summer songs.

I sighed and shrugged off the hope.

Of course not. It was never going to be like that again it seemed.

I'd be stuck inside; in sweater; all day.

"Olivia! Tea's ready Darling!"

At least my mother's voice was still alive.

I started out my bedroom door and down the staircase in my slippers and nightgown.

The freshly polished, deep cherry colored wood railing squeaked as my warm hand slid down it.

The tall windows in the hallways cast what seemed like shadows down on me as I strolled to the sunroom.

Very ironic because there was nearly no sun in the sunroom.

I sighed and plopped into the seat next to my mom, where there was a table in front of us, silver tray with beautiful teacups and bowls of sugarcubes and scones.

My mom reached forward to grab her Daily Prophet.

"Why do you read those Mom, you always end up upset over them anyways?"

She huffed and straightened herself.

"Well I suppose this Minister's bound to fall anytime soon. Soon enough, Pius will clean all this up and everything will be worth reading again."

After having a share of two of everything I leaned back and shut my eyes.

"I think I'll go for a walk."

My mom barely raised her eyes from the bold letters to glance at me.

"In my opinion it's much too dreary out there for a 'walk' but, see it yourself."

I sat for a few more seconds and sighed.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back so...if it's a few hours from my leaving, nobody snatched me I'm just out wandering somewhere."

She giggled and waved her hand at me to shoo me off.

"Very well."

I got up and started to leave the room.

"Oh wait, Darling, while you're here. I'm assuming you're going to accept that marriage proposal yes?"

I laughed at the bottom of my chest but it came out a snarkle.

"You seem to get along with assuming everything so just go right on ahead and keep assuming."

She cleared her throat, as a command, before I could get away.

"Let me rephrase that. For our sake, and for our good family friends' sakes you will be accepting the proposal."

I rolled my eyes.

"Mom, the Malfoys are at an all time low why would you set your daughter up for that?"

She grimmaced and ripped her glasses off, folding them quickly onto her lap.

"Excuse me?"

I chuckle to myself and decided to go with it.

"Yeah mom, I'd love to marry Draco Malfoy. Your wish is my command."

I left before she could say anything else.

Just a usual way she would ruin my morning.

Fucking rainbow...Thought it meant something.

I let the tall, waist-height grass tickle my fingertips and brush against my white dress.

There was this perfect patch I was heading to, far but perfect. Right in the center of the forest, there was a patch covered with wildflowers that never got to tall to lay in. I'd found that spot when I was little. I always went there alone. The canopy of aged trees usually let an ideal amount of sunlight in, like a reading room.

I hummed random high tunes as I kept swaying through the green acreage.

Maybe if I sang loud enough the sun would hear me.

I wore my favorite summer dress anyways. I decided if all else failed I'd pretend.

There's nothing wrong with pretending.

I was good at it already.

No matter how much I pretended it didn't keep the chilly goosebumps away.

My shoulders were coated in a lighter color of pigment, according to my skintone, the temperature was around sixty or high fifties.

It might have dropped some more after I got into the shady forest half an hour later too.

From here, you couldn't see my parent's estate. You couldn't even see the mile deep garden or the iron fencing around it.

In fact, sometimes I wondered how I even found this spot sense it was so far away.

I layed against a rock when I got to my hiding place and pulled out my wand, started drawing hearts and figures in the ground.

My humming didn't stop. My heartbeat got louder as everything got more peaceful. It started to make my eyes heavy. I tried to stay awake, but an immaculate ray of sunshine beamed through the leaves, casting a gentle, warm blanket over me.

And then I woke up.

No, no more peace. No beautiful dream. I just woke up.

If I hadn't been interrupted like I had, maybe there would have been a dream but now I'd never know.

I'd never know because a tall, noisy silhouette stood in my sunlight.

Before I realized what was going on I muttered to myself.

"It's so cold all of the sudden."

My voice was nearly a whisper.

I closed my eyes again.

Maybe I could go back to sleep.

"Oh I'm sorry Darlin. Din't mean to block your sunshine."

I fluttered my eyes open...no. My eyes shot open when I heard a raspy unfamiliar voice close to my ear.

I struggled to get up but as I tried to push myself up I was grabbed and pulled up instead.

I scanned the man in front of me. Boots, plaid jeans, leather jacket, some kind of grubby waistcoat.

Was I dreaming? Because when I got to his face, it looked great. I would say heroic but that wouldn't be the term, because something seemed off. Some little trait about him wasn't heroic.

"Hello there...Can I get a name please?"

I paused, or maybe I was just too shocked to talk at all.

"No? You don't got a name for that gorgeous face o' yours?"

I hesitated and then finally could spit something out.

"Olivia Walgrove."

It was quick and nervous, I was surprised he even understood me.

Instead of saying something he gave me a long, perverting lookover.

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms, possibly blocking my body to keep him from anymore obvious fantasies that could cross his mind.

Then he chuckled. He laughed. And I had a feeling it was at me not for me...or whatever other reason.

"Look you're too easy on the eyes to be a Walgrove, Dear. You got some papers to show me for the hell of it though?"

He scanned me again, mostly down my low cut dress since he was a great deal taller than me...like most people I guess.

I reluctantly shook my head, because then it dawned on me.

'Oh shit.'

I thought in my head.

He kept looking down at me with these stunning deep eyes. They were slate blue...

"Tisk tisk..." He grabbed my arm, confidently walking off as if I'd give in easily, but I instantly ripped away.

"Don't touch me Dirtbag."

He paused and then twisted to face me...I backed up slowly, for whatever reason that kept me from hauling ass.

"Uh-oh...Let's not make this 'arder than it 'as to be alright? Really, really would love to keep that face perfect." he undressed me with his eyes again. "and that body."

I don't think he meant the last part to be audible...if he did than he was stupid for it.

I stopped in my tracks and my stomach dropped.

Now I planned on escaping, how could I not. It was just me and him.

He kept staring into my eyes, and his expression changed like he knew what I was thinking, word for word.

His body showed it too, the way he looked like he was prepared to watch me get a head start.

I ran anyways. As fast as I could in my barefeet. I thought I was on to somethin, he just watched me go.

But I hit a brick wall. Possibly worse than a brick wall because it grabbed my body so I couldn't struggle like I planned.

Now I wished I hadn't ran.

His grip was so tight I couldn't breathe. My rib cage felt stuck. My air couldn't circulate.

"Look Sweet'eart, if I was just a normal man takin my daily stroll through this forest, I might just let you pass, if I din't let your beauty seduce me..." My original captor's voice was close behind me again, he chuckled, somewhat in thought but continued his conversation. " 'owever. I'm no normal man am I? You know wot I am don't ya Lovely?"

He grabbed one of my arms from whoever was gripping me so tightly, and whipped me around to face him.

"Don't ya?"

I swallowed and nodded guiltily.

"See. My friends n' I 'ere, we're Snatchers..." He came close to me again. I felt like I shouldn't breathe with him that close. He brushed my cheekbone. "And me, being the hungry Snatcher I am, 'appen to find this picture alittle suspicious...Too appetizing to walk away from."

His voice lowered and he began to whisper in my ear.

"Can you blame me?...Angel girl lyin in the meadow with nothin but 'er wand and the clothing on 'er back. Nobody's 'ere to protect you, don't you think it sounds alittle strange."

I tried clearing my throat without making a noise but I just tightened the knot.

"No...I don't usually need protection. People don't dare touch me."

He grinned and licked his lips.

"I'm a rebel."

"Or an idiot."

The man behind me coughed to hide his chuckle.

"Shutup Greyback!"

I paused and remembered the name. Fenrir Greyback. Azkaban.

I couldn't believe that the people who were mostly on my side were about to hold me hostage.

My captor pulled me into him, making our bodies collide. Restricting my movement more. Restricting my focus.

"You're a bit of a firecracker aren't you...I love that."

I snarled when he got so close to my skin.

"Who do you think you are...let me go!"

He chuckled as I threw my body against him, trying to escape.

I felt my head spin, and then I went into excruciating pain.