AN: Hello, I'm fairly new to writing stories, but not to the FF worlds. I will keep this story as cannon as I can. I decided to write this because the actor who plays Dolohov is hot and there are not a lot of stories about him. Reviews are welcomed so I know where I can improve, but if you don't feel like reviewing I am not one of those authors who demand them.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy Muggle Missing!

Also I am not J.K. Rowling. I don't write like her and I don't own anything so don't assume that I do. No infringement is intended.

Chapter one: Kidnapped

Have you ever gotten that sensation that something bad is going to happen? As soon as the sensation sets in, the clock has started ticking: Tick, tick, Tick. It is as if there is the sign in the middle of the road in a different language, a language that you knew in early childhood but forgot as you grew older. The sign is to warn you of danger, but its message goes unheard, leaving only a vague feeling. That's how it was that day. Terrifying things were about to happen to me, though I didn't know it. But even if there had been a chance to stop the clock, I wouldn't have taken it because then I wouldn't have met him.

*Break*

"Hey! Wait up!" my sister called out to me. Stephana only a year younger but wiser in all of the ways of the world-like every 16 year old. "Can I go with you?" she continued. Could I go with her? Of course it was physically possible. Whether I wanted to go with her was a different matter. Stephania was the spoiled little sister, a brat, really. Ever since our mother died and we moved to London she had given up on doing things for herself. She would rather have me do it all. If I wasn't helping her with school or boys or trivial matters of life or death then I was asleep. My sister had never been away from me for more than one day. I do not know what she would do when I left for Stanford, but in 1 month I was to leave.

"Can't you go by yourself tomorrow?" I asked her, already knowing the answer. Her answer was always the same, no money.

"Well…no, I kinda forgot to get some cash and I don't have my card on my and I would have gotten some yesterday but I would have had to wait in line for about an hour, so I just left." Stephania said. I couldn't help but count to ten. She was always like this. She would never make it on her own if she couldn't do simple things. If she didn't kill herself from forgetting somebody else would. "It is your day off and you are going to go anyway so why not take me?" She continued.

"Fine." We had moved out to the country side outside of London when our mother passed away two years ago. We have moved from the middle of nowhere, Alberta. It had been a rough change, moving across the ocean away from everybody we had known and loved.

"Thanks, Portia, I hate going alone. It's nice that we get some more time together, since you are going to go off and leave me. You know, I don't want to lose you." Stephania always had a way of making things seem like the world was ending. I was guilted into it.

When we got to the mall she instantly saw her friends and ran off to meet them. I knew that she would get back home with them. With one last look back at me she waved goodbye and we went our separate ways. I wandered towards my favorite stores and picked out some clothes. I wanted to finish my pre-California shopping. I browsed for a bit by the book store café and bought myself a caramel mocha. I noticed a tattered, reddish-brown book sticking out of the shelf. The title was obscured. In fact it looked more like it belonged in a secondhand book shop. Its worn edges looking like somebody had taken it into the bath. I reached out to pick it up, but it moved towards me as if it was by an invisible force. I gasped and then laughed to myself. Books don't move on their own. I reached out again and took it off the shelf. The cover had peeling letters, which spelled out a most interesting name, The Tales of Beetle the Bard. It looked like a children's story book now that I had it in my hand. Reading the title, I felt an odd chill enter the room. It was as if invisible eyes were watching me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I looked around but only saw books and a few other unsuspicious patrons.

As I reached up to put the book back I saw someone watching me through the shelves. I nodded hello and replaced the book, eager to get out of the store. I felt the eyes follow me as I left. I was on edge, and my mood did not improve when looking out some plate glass windows I noticed the weather outside had become dreadful. The clouds had darkened into an ominous dark winter formation, something completely out of place in July.

I quickly walked along the mall trying to find Stephania. My relaxed state of mind from 10 minutes earlier never returned. I kept up my pace and even seeing a new line of shoes in a window did not slow me down. I had turned to look at the shoes but as I turned back on my way, I pushed into what felt like a wall of muscle. I fell back from the force, spilling my coffee and dropping my bags. I started to get up when I heard a somewhat smooth deep voice offer, "Here let me help you with those." I looked up towards the voice. The stranger to whom it belonged gave me an eerie feeling. He was tall and fit, with dark hair that fell to slightly above his neck. His eyes were a cold hard gray that screamed danger. My face stiffened, our eyes locked. His face was twisted as from a long sea voyage and was so pale, Snow White would have been jealous. He seemed charming and even attractive despite my wariness. I noticed that he looked as if he had, even though he was close to my age.

I gaped at him for what felt like an hour. Finally I snapped out of it and stumbled out an apology. "Uh…thanks. Sorry I walked into you. I wasn't looking at where I was going."

He gave me a most disarming smile. "Where were you going so fast? His question caught me off guard; "I was just trying to get home, it looks like a storm will hit soon."

"Ah, better to be safe, but if it is not too much trouble, I see you spilled your drink and I was just on my way to get one. Would you like to accompany me?" He said this in a smooth tone that made my insides melt into butter. There was something different about this man. He talked and acted like no one I had known, either in the States or in my brief time in England. He seemed benign and yet at the same times somebody who should be avoided.

Going against my instincts I stood up with his help and smiled. "Sure, I would enjoy that" I gasped out.

"Antonin," he said, reaching out his hand in a polite, slightly foreign gesture.

"Portia," I replied. Maybe he is not as bad as he first looked, I was thinking. We walked back towards the café. He stopped just outside of the door looking in. It seemed as if he saw something or somebody he knew, but didn't want to talk to. I looked for whomever or what he was looking at but didn't see anything. During coffee I found out some basic information about him. He was 20. As his slight accent suggested, he wasn't from around here, having gone to some private school in Norway. I didn't press him on which one it was-what did I know of Norway? Talking with him was calming. He still radiated danger but getting to know him put me more at ease. His gray eyes seemed to admire me but stayed wary—or maybe menacing. I couldn't tell. He managed to extract from me that I'd lived in the States, had a sister, and had been in England only a year. We talked for what felt like ages but eventually the barista told us that they were closing in 15 minutes. I couldn't believe how I had lost track of time with him. I had forgotten all about Stephania.

Getting up to go he turned to me and asked, "Can I walk you out to make sure you make it safely. I wouldn't want you falling again." He said with a slight grin that just seemed a bit off. I just smiled and nodded.

As we were walking out, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. I also looked up and noticed oddly shaped clouds in the sky. They resembled a blurry skull with a snake emerging from its mouth. The clouds were tinted in a way that somebody would suggest a conspiracy but shook it off. How could clouds be part of a conspiracy?

"Portia!" I heard somebody scream my name. Looking over to where the sound had come from I saw a group of figures in dark robes with hood obscuring their faces. After a sudden loud boom I saw fires springing up in the bushes and trees around the mall building. Then there was a sudden flash of a green light and I saw a girl fall. I gasped. Antonin looked and saw all this too. He pulled me aside to some of the bushes near the doors. There was barely enough room for both of us to hide. He pushed me up against the stone pillar of the arch. He put his hands up against the wall on either side of my head so that I couldn't easily escape.

"What the-?" I asked. The noises continued to grow as the people grew near. I heard the hooded figures laughing but the loud bangs continued and people emerging from the mall or already to their cars were screaming. A few more fell to the ground after more bright green flashes. I looked at Antonin imploringly but he just held up his finger to his lips. He no longer wore that smile that I had begun to find so attractive over our short coffee. His demeanor turned darker and had a menacing look on his face.

"If you don't want to end up like them you will listen to me and follow my instructions exactly," he whispered into my ear. I felt the tip of a stick pressed into my back."When I start walking, you will let me lead you. You will not make a sound or try to fight me." He went on. I didn't understand what he was talking about and why he had changed so suddenly. I just nodded, not knowing what would happen next.

He pulled me out and started walking with his hand on my upper arm leading where I was to go. He kept the stick thing in my back. The stick looked oddly like a children's toy wand that came out of some book franchise. I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. We walked into the group of hooded men together. Within a couple of paces we were at the epicenter of the commotion.

"Hey Dolohov, what do you have there? Another Muggle? My ears are still ringing from the last one you tortured," a man smirked to my companion. I stiffened at his comments for they were clearly directed to Antonin. I opened my eyes at this and recognized the person I'd seen behind the shelf where I had found Beetle the Bard.

"Shut it, Rowle," Antonin barked at him.

"Hey Rowle, is that the little chit you were following earlier?"Another said.

"I said shut it, Malfoy" Antonin retorted. Now how am I going to get out of this? I wondered despairingly. I don't know if Antonin is going to kill me or save me from these people—it was unnerving that they clearly were his friends. Up close I could see their faces under the hoods; hard faces, devoid of any feeling. One in particular looked at me with eyes transfixed, as if he knew me.

"So what are you going to do with her?" the one staring at me asked, his eyes never leaving mine. The other men looked around at their comrades and then the one with the eyes spoke a few words that I couldn't quite make out. I felt a cold wind come up and hit me. Everything went black as I lost consciousness.