A/N: This fic will be 99% angst. Recommended that you read the beginning part of the Slytherin to my Heart series before this one, but you could still understand this for the most part if you haven't.

"Mom, this is crazy! You can't be serious? Hogwarts is the safest place for me, you've gotta know that!" Skye shouted back at her mother. The night after Jemma had left to return home to prepare for their last year at school, Jiaying had dropped quite the bomb on all of her daughter's plans. She wasn't going to be returning to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year.

"Competing in the Triwizard Tournament is no small feat, my darling girl. To win it is an even greater accomplishment and I am so proud of you."

Skye blushed at her mother's words. She remembered the howler she had sent after completing her first task, having been furious that one, she had entered the tournament, and two, that she had not told her mother.

Now that it was all over, despite some of the lingering consequences, Skye was relieved that Jiaying was proud. Jemma was proud of her too.

" You have proven that you are a strong, capable, and formidable witch, among other things," Jiaying was no longer smiling, and instead looked grim as she stared at her daughter. Skye was confused. If she was all of those things then why did her mother look so worried now, unless...

"Cal will want to meet with you..."

"Well I don't want to meet with him!" Skye retorted. What was her mother thinking? She wasn't going to go to Azkaban and take a day trip to visit her death eater father.

"You may not have a choice, Skye. He has broken out-"

"What?! How did he do that?! We need to warn people! I need to get Jemma and-"

"No, He will find you, Skye. It is not a matter of if, but when, and we must make sure that it is on our terms. The ministry has been notified. I fear that school will not be the safest place for you. It is too easy of a location-"

"So what you're saying is I can't go back to Hogwarts?!"

"Yes."

"Skye, we have gone over this. I know that you are upset, but school will be the first place Cal goes to look for you. We both know it," her mother said sternly, leaning over her boiling cauldron. She had been stewing up some of Skye's werewolf potion for several days now, having taught Jemma how to do it over their long summer together. She was bottling it up and placing them in a special carrying case. Everything else around the house was covered or packed away. They were leaving.

"The Headmaster won't let him in! The school is full of powerful witches and wizards. He wouldn't be able to get to me," Skye protested further. She had refused to pack her things, and it was causing Jiaying to get irritated.

"Your father is more than capable, Skye. I know that, you know that. You would risk the safety of every student there just because you want to go to school?" Her mother questioned, finally turning from her potion and pointing the copper spoon at her daughter, "You're not going. That is final. He is going to come for you. All we can do is hide away until the ministry finds him."

"That could be forever!" Skye shouted, slamming her fist down onto the wooden table. It cracked under the pressure and she quickly withdrew it when Jiaying shot a pointed glare in her direction. The brunette still wasn't used to her newfound strength. "Please, at least let me tell Jemma?!"

Jiaying let out a long sigh and finally abandoned the potion all together and turned to face her daughter, "Absolutely not. We can't risk Jemma knowing where you are going to be. I know you love her, but this is for the best. You're famous now, Skye Johnson. Everyone is going to know your face,and if they don't, they live an even more secluded life than us here. By winning that tournament, you proved yourself to be a formidable witch. Your father will want to find you and convince you to join him, and he will do anything within his power to make it happen. Do you think, even for a second, that he would not use Jemma to his advantage if she knew where you are? He would. In a heartbeat he would. You will be putting her in danger if you tell her. I know it hurts, but you need to let her go to school and stay there. It will be safe for her, just not for you. Now go and pack your things. We are leaving for the safe house in an hour." Jiaying instructed, and stared down the teary eyed stare her daughter was giving her.

Skye turned tail and stormed up the stairs and Jiaying could hear the echo of the door slamming ring throughout the house. She hated to do this to Skye, but she knew that her father wasn't something to think idly of. He would do what needed to be done to achieve his goal, and Jiaying would have to do the same thing to protect their daughter from him, even if it meant Skye had to keep it a secret from her girlfriend. This was going to be hard on them, and with Skye's condition, keeping her safe was going to be an even more difficult task. Her heart hurt for her daughter and for Jemma, but it would be for the best. With Cal escaped from Azkaban and galavanting about after their daughter, Jiaying couldn't risk it.

Jemma was excited. She was more than excited, she was exhilarated. She was now boarding the train to head to her last year at Hogwarts. Though the idea of finishing school and starting her career seemed a daunting task, she was still ready for it. Jemma and Skye could get through anything if last year was any proof. Skye had almost gotten drained by dementors, they were both almost killed by a dragon, and then Skye made it through the Forbidden Forest and becoming a werewolf. Nothing could stop them.

It took a little shoving, but Jemma managed to make it to the back of the Hogwarts Express to the little pod where she and Skye first met, where they now met up each year. This would be the last time they would do it, and it made Jemma a little nostalgic. Skye wasn't there yet, but this wasn't unusual. It wasn't the first time her girlfriend had jumped on the train just before it departed. It wouldn't have surprised her if Skye did it just to make her anxious, because she liked deadlines and being places on time. It was no matter though, she would wait for her like she did at the beginning of each year.

Throwing her bag up onto the rack, Jemma saved one book and took her place in her usual seat against the window, opening the thick thing on her lap and letting herself get wrapped up in it. She couldn't help but glance out the window onto platform nine and three-quarters every now and then, looking for the distinct brown waves that could only belong to her girlfriend. It was getting closer to the time her ticket said the train was to pull out, but Skye still hadn't arrived, and it made Jemma nervous.

If Jemma didn't leave Skye at the end of each summer to go home and prepare her things, she would have made sure the girl got out of the house on time, but between Skye and Jiaying, it was nearly an impossible task to be at the station on time with all of Skye's things. Strigi and Archi usually ended up bringing things throughout the first week that Skye had somehow forgotten, even though Jemma pushed a list on her and tried to get her to use it. She knew what she was getting the wolf girl for Christmas this year, she needed a remembrall.

Eventually, Jemma got settled and lost track of time. Before she knew it, the train moved beneath her and jolted, causing panic to rise in Jemma's chest. Skye still wasn't on board. Even as the train began to chug and pull out of the station, Skye was still nowhere in sight. Jemma pressed her hands against the glass and she could feel tears biting at the back of her eyes, though it wasn't like anything was truly wrong. Jiaying would find a way to get the Slytherin girl to school, Jemma would just miss her company during the long train ride and she was upset that their tradition was ruined on their last year.

Even after the station was far behind them, Jemma kept her eyes glued to whatever was outside the window. She slumped back into her seat and wished Skye didn't have a tendency to oversleep

"Excuse me, are you Jemma Simmons?" A shy, hesitant voice caught Jemma's attention and she finally looked away from the window towards the entrance to what was usually her and Skye's set of seats. A young boy, probably a first year, was standing in the doorway nervously. His dark, shaggy hair fell over his eyes and he lightly flipped it to the side so he could see. Jemma couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face. He truly was an adorable little kid and she could see him being sorted into Ravenclaw. The way he was dressed reminded Jemma of herself the first day, all cardigans and button-ups and ties, even though they didn't have to be in their robes yet.

"Yes, that's me. Come on in, take a seat." Jemma waved him in, trying to make the little boy as comfortable as possible. His eyes lit up and he bounded over to the seat in front of Jemma, holding something pentagonal in his hand. She didn't know how she'd missed it before, he was holding a chocolate frog card.

"You're Daisy Skye Johnson's girlfriend, aren't you?" He asked, a huge, dopey smile on his face. Jemma was shocked, no one had recognized her by name like that, and suddenly she remembered. Skye won the Triwizard Tournament, she was sort of a celebrity now.

"Yes I am." Jemma smiled, her grin growing even wider when the kid thrust his arm in her direction.

"Will you ask her to sign this? It would mean the world to me." He said nervously, his hand wavering as he showed Jemma the chocolate frog card. A laugh nearly escaped the Ravenclaw's throat as she took the card in her fingers. She'd spent so long collecting them, and now her girlfriend's face was on one of them, smiling up and her and waving. It made Jemma miss her, even though she only left her girlfriend's house a few days ago. They rarely spent time apart anymore, so only an insignificant amount of time was enough to make her feel their separation.

"I'm sure she would love to." She told him. "How will I know who to return it to?" Jemma asked the first year.

"Oh, my name is Aiden. Aiden Woodill." He stated. Jemma suspected this was going to be only the first of many students that were fans of Skye, but Jemma didn't mind. She quite liked the look on Aiden's face when she promised to get Skye's autograph for him. She couldn't wait to see the look on Skye's face when Jemma told her about it.

Jemma hadn't been particularly worried on the train, she assumed Skye was just late, but when she didn't show up the first night, she was starting to get concerned. She had thought at first that Skye was just having trouble getting to Hogwarts, but she dropped that hypothesis when a week had gone by and she still hadn't arrived.

"Something's wrong, I can feel it." She pushed her food around on her plate instead of eating it like everyone else was doing during breakfast.

"You're overreacting, this is probably just Skye's way of showing rebellion for the last time before she submits to her final year of schooling." Fitz joked, shoving another bite of eggs into his mouth.

"Yeah, come on, lil'mama, lighten up a bit. I'm sure everything's just fine." Trip added. He'd moved over to their table during meals where seating didn't matter because he was also getting lonely without his constant partner in crime.

Jemma huffed and dropped her face down into her hands. Everyone was telling her to calm down, relax, she was overreacting, but Jemma just couldn't listen to them. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Even as the post began pouring in for the morning, Jemma felt depressed to see Strigi flying all by his lonesome, dutifully bringing her the paper, but she could tell she was sad as well. He'd spent all of their time at Hogwarts with Archi, just as she and Skye had, and Strigi was probably missing the tiny owl just as much as Jemma missed Skye.

"Thank you, Strigi, you're such a good boy." Jemma scratched the feathers under his beak, but nothing seemed to be able to cheer him up. She sighed, feeling the same way.

Just as she had started to calm down, everything was thrown back into chaos. As she unrolled the paper she nearly dropped it as she jumped up from her seat at the table.

"What is it?" Fitz asked curiously, leaning forwards to get a better look.

This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. Jemma recognized the face on the front page immediately. It was Skye's father, Cal Johnson, the Death Eater, and the article was about his mysterious escape from Azkaban. She knew something had been up, but now she wished she had been wrong about the whole thing. Bloody hell. While Jemma had just been sitting in class all week, her girlfriend had probably been running from her psychopathic father. What if he'd gotten to her first, and that was why Skye wasn't at school?

Jemma remembered the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, she remembered it clearly. One of Skye's worst fears was her father, and for the past week she may have been facing it alone.

"I have to go...I have to find her." Jemma mumbled, grabbing all her things despite the protests of her friends and hurrying to the dormitories to pack. There would be no classes today, at least not for her, and she wouldn't go to another one until she found Skye.

The brunette was in an eternal state of pissed and had been so since she and her mother had left their house in the middle of the wilderness and arrived at one of many safe houses Jiaying had prepared in case of such an emergency. Skye and her mother had set up the perimeter upon arriving, fortifying it with spells and charms to keep anything and everything out. Skye didn't know where they were, her mother hadn't told her and she didn't recognize anything around her. It felt familiar, but that was probably only because of the trees. She did know that they were in the muggle realm now and no longer shielded by any magical barriers. She knew her mother had chosen this place because of the woods. Her 'time of the month' was approaching again and she would need a place to run around, even if she was in control of her own mind because of the potion. It wouldn't do to have her lumbering about the small cottage or have her antagonizing the flock of sheep behind the house.

Jiaying had been very thorough in their cover. She was a farmer, and the way she lived, Skye wasn't surprised by how easily people bought it. Muggles were gullible enough. She also knew her mother had chosen this place because, as everyone in the magical world seemed to know, Daisy Skye Johnson was famous. She was a magical celebrity. Muggles didn't know her from Eve. It was good planning, but it didn't make her feel any better.

It had been a week, and as she lay in bed at night, unable to sleep as usual, all she could think about was Jemma. What did Jemma think? What did Jemma feel? The brunette knew she must be worried out of her mind. Her heart ached to think of what Jemma thought of her now. They had parted with so many plans and now here she was, single handedly ruining all of them. She wanted so badly to send her a letter, to somehow tell her what was going on but she knew her mother had forbidden it. She was keeping Archi under strict watch, making sure that her daughter wasn't sending out any secret messages.

Skye had noticed a difference in the Pygmy owl too. The pair of them were a sad bundle together. She knew he was probably missing Strigi. Neither of them were used to being apart this long, and the brunette knew it was driving her crazy. The worst part was she couldn't do anything about it. She was being kept, like Rapunzel or Cinderella, under lock and key in the house. Jiaying was taking no chances. She was getting frustrated and they both knew the more frustration she built up, the more likely she was to hurt herself when she inevitably transformed. The potion would help, but all her pent up emotions just made it worse.

Over the summer, changing had hurt, but it had been fun, because Jemma was there. They had taken long walks along the edge of the woods together at night. Jemma would pet her affectionately before she raced off into the woods and come back with some wild animal she had caught. Jemma's presence had always calmed her down, made the breaking and reshaping of her bones a little more bearable...but she would have to go through it alone this time. She was not looking forward to it.

Finally, at some point closer to the early hours of the morning, Skye had settled down and fallen asleep. Sleep wasn't as comfortable, having grown used to Jemma's presence in the bed over the summer. Instead she thrashed about, turning over this way and that as she ran in her dreams. She would wake more exhausted than she had been when she had gone to bed later in the afternoon but with the same heavy heart.

It was dark out now, and like the rest of her Ravenclaw classmates, Jemma was supposed to be asleep. A lot of things were supposed to be, though, this wasn't the first one that had gone awry that week. Cal was supposed to be in Azkaban and Skye was supposed to be here with her, but apparently that didn't matter, so neither did the fact that she was supposed to be asleep and that she was supposed to stay at Hogwarts. When Skye was out there, possibly in danger, Jemma wasn't going to sit by and wait to hear about it in the Daily Prophet.

Almost silently, Jemma slipped out of bed and slung her bag over her shoulder. She'd packed it with supplies before dinner and she'd thrown quite a bit of food in it during their meal. She didn't know how long it would take to find her girlfriend, but she wouldn't be coming back empty handed. She was wearing muggle clothes, so she wouldn't look suspicious once she made it to the outside world.

She crept down the stairs and left Ravenclaw tower, unfolding the map Trip had given to her. He, Fitz, and Jemma had argued the day before about whether or not Jemma should leave to go find Skye. Fitz was still upset with her for choosing to leave, but once Trip understood that she wouldn't be changing her mind, he revealed that he had the Marauders Map and showed her a few of the secret tunnels underneath Hogwarts that led outside. It was the only way to get past the protective fields the school had set up.

"Lumos," Jemma whispered, letting her wand lighten the darkness of the hallways once the moonlight from the windows was not enough to see by. With the map to help her, it was easy to avoid any staff walking about, making sure students were all in bed. They'd be in for a shock tomorrow when they realized one of them had disappeared entirely. Their new prefect would probably go into a panic, but that didn't matter to Jemma any longer. All that mattered was that she found Skye and made sure she was safe.

Once she found the tunnel, it was almost too easy to get out. Nothing was in her path and all she had to deal with was an occasional spider web or rat. She didn't feel any fear as she left her last year of school behind her. This is what she needed to be doing now. She had an objective, which made wandering out into the oblivion that was the rest of the world a lot less daunting. First, once she escaped, she would use different location and tracking spells to see if she could find Skye with magic.

She emerged in the cellar of Honeydukes like Trip said she would. It had been difficult for her to get out of the tunnel at first because several heavy boxes had been sitting on top the trap door, but she was eventually able to lift it. The loud crash didn't even disturb anyone, the shop was closed at night and all of Hogsmeade felt abandoned. The Inn was probably the only inhabited place at night, but it still wasn't an option for Jemma. The professors at Hogwarts wouldn't just let her leave, they'd look for her. She'd just broken about a dozen school rules, and Headmaster Coulson probably wasn't about to let her sneak away without sending someone after her. That was her first order of business as she walked down the empty street. She placed several different charms on herself that prevented her from being tracked, traced, or located by any sort of magical spell. This was one reason Jemma was worried her own tracking spell wouldn't work. Jiaying could just as easily charm Skye if they were together, or Cal could do the same thing if he had her. Jemma shuddered at the thought and hoped Skye was either by herself or with her mother, though by herself was the preferred option. Skye probably wouldn't think to charm herself completely and it would make it easier for Jemma to find her. Of course, that made it easier for Cal to find her too, so Jemma didn't really know what to think. When Jemma did find her, she'd have to tell Skye how so that they could stop Cal from doing the same thing.

Soon Jemma was met by Strigi, who had flown out the window like he was commanded as soon as Jemma escaped. She held her arm out and the large owl landed gracefully on it, making small chirping noises that told her he was excited. Jemma couldn't blame him, she was ready to go find Skye too, and Strigi wanted his tiny friend back.

"Alright, let's go find them." Jemma smiled. Then, when she was sure her owl was still clinging to her, she apparated away from Hogwarts without hesitation.

Jemma was surprised to appear suddenly in Skye's living room. She'd wanted to come here, of course, she'd just expected the place to be charmed. It was hardly recognizable at first, everything that hadn't been taken was covered in a sheet or blanket of some kind. It made Jemma sad and relieved at the same time. Skye's house was her home as well, and she hated to see it so abandoned, but this meant that Skye was with Jiaying and that they'd had plenty of time to prepare, as it would seem. At least she now knew that Skye wasn't in Cal's clutches, or at least she hadn't started out that way.

It hurt that Skye hadn't sent Jemma a letter explaining any of this or even telling her that she'd be gone, but she figured it was because either Jiaying wasn't allowing Skye to contact anyone or that Skye was trying to protect her, though that didn't work very well.

Though Jemma was eager to start searching, it would be a good idea to get some rest. If she spent the whole night trying to locate Skye, she wouldn't get very far tomorrow.

Jemma trudged up the stairs and Strigi followed her into Skye's room. She took a deep breath when she entered, the place still smelled faintly of her girlfriend. Throwing back the sheet over Skye's bed, she dropped her bag on the floor and burrowed under the blankets, clutching the extra pillow to her chest and pressing her face into it. She missed Skye's presence. She'd been sleeping with her in this bed hardly two weeks ago, but it already felt like a completely different place. She wasn't going to sleep easily, but at least she could try to sleep with the comfort of knowing Skye was safe, at least for now. Jemma would find her.

After what only felt like five minutes of sleep, Jemma was rudely awoken by a loud squawking noise. Usually Strigi was polite and quiet in the mornings, so something was definitely off. She opened one eye and there he was, standing on the edge of the bed, staring at her. He squawked again when he saw that Jemma was awake and picked up an object at his feet, shoving it into Jemma's face. Even as she was sitting up and rubbing sleep from her eyes, Jemma recognized the tiny feather Strigi was holding. It belonged to Archi, her owl had probably found it in the house sometime last night.

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" She kissed the red barn owl on the top of the head, took the feather, and leapt out of bed. Jiaying had probably blocked tracking spells on herself and Skye, but she might not have thought to do it for Archi. Even if she did, Jemma now had a piece of him, which would make her own locating spell even stronger.

She didn't even bother going downstairs, she just pulled the sheet off of Skye's desk and cleared it as quickly as possible, spreading out a regular muggle map over the surface. Placing the feather in the middle, Jemma retrieved her wand and held it out, pointing it towards the little set up on the desk.

"Invenire!" She said firmly, watching carefully as the feather slowly stood upright and fluttered across the map, pinpointing a certain spot with its tip. As soon as it fell over, Jemma marked the spot on the map with a quill and ink that Skye had left at her desk. It was in the middle of nowhere, exactly the kind of place they would go if they were trying to hide and it was almost the full moon.

Jemma stuffed everything back into her bag except for the map, which she held in front of her and concentrated deeply on. Strigi perched on her shoulder and Jemma took one last look around her. She didn't know when she'd see Skye's room again, and for some reason, it felt like it would be a long time.

Just as quickly as she had appeared in the house, Jemma and Strigi were gone again. Jemma knew she wasn't very good at apparition, it was one of her weaknesses, but it still felt off this time. She landed in a field of grass with a thud, and her leg was stinging. When she looked down at it, the same type of injury that had marked Skye after the third task was stretched across her calf, and it was bleeding all over the leg of her pants. She groaned, even mentally yelling at herself. In her haste to get to Skye, she'd been stupid enough to try to apparate into a place protected by charms. She almost deserved the minor splinching she'd caused herself. Knowing she wasn't very good at apparating, Jemma had packed some dittany and she quickly found it in her bag and applied it to her wound. It stung, but the injury quickly sealed and Jemma was sure it would feel better within a matter of hours because of how minor it was.

Strigi. Jemma suddenly remembered she had the bird with her and looked around frantically, trying to find him. Had her stupid mistake splinched him, or had he been left behind? When her eyes landed on him a couple meters away, relief flooded her system. He appeared to be fine, but Jemma wouldn't know until she got a closer look, so she reached out for him, only to jump in surprise when her hand hit a barrier. This was probably a charm Jiaying had put up!

"Strigi, go find Archi and Skye!" She said excitedly. Jemma may have been splinched because of the charm on wherever Skye was staying, but her owl had managed to get through. If Skye saw Strigi, she'd know Jemma was here and she'd let her in, she just knew it. As Strigi took off towards the woods on the other side of the invisible wall, Jemma positioned herself so that she could wait comfortably in the grass. She was glad finding Skye hadn't been as difficult as she thought it would be.