Isabella sat down hesitantly on the cushion next to Annabelle. They were soft and comfortable to sit on surprisingly. She was still kind of baffled at how the cushions appeared out of thin air. Everything that'd just happened made her want to throw up. She felt dizzy and had a headache from trying to take everything in.

"You thirsty?" Annabelle asked, her ponytail whipping over her shoulder when she turned to Isabella.

Isabella shrugged. "Sure."

Annabelle took her wand out again. A pitcher filled with water and she said "Accio pitcher." It floated over to her with two cups along with it. Isabella's eyes widened as she watched Annabelle fill up the cup and hand it to her, smiling like nothing was weird at all.

"Um...thanks." Isabella tried to smile, but once again, just like in the cab, she couldn't. After taking a sip, she put it on the ground beside her. "So...what's a muggle...or whatever?"

Annabelle chugged her glass and placed it on the ground beside her as well. "Muggles, such as yourself, are non-magic folk. Not to be confused with muggle-born, which are witches and wizards born with non-magical parents."

Isabella's eyebrows furrowed. She nodded her head, still not quite understanding. "Wait...so, you can actually do magic? And there's others like you?"

Annabelle nodded, smiling. "Of course! Most muggles don't know though. It'd be too much for them to handle." She picked up her empty glass, placing it in a small basin on a countertop. "You're different though. You're...brave."

Isabella scoffed. "Please, I'm anything but brave." She took a few huge gulps of her water. "I ran away from home and then into...whoever those guys were back there."

"Snatchers."

"Come again?"

"Those men. They're called Snatchers." Annabelle's lips thinned.

"And...what exactly is a Snatcher?" Isabella subconsciously gripped the glass tight, scared of what the answer would be.

Annabelle withdrew a large breath of air. "Snatchers...are muggle and blood traitor bounty hunters. They have a list of all the people they need to hunt."

Isabella swallowed hard. "And...what do they do when they catch them?"

Annabelle looked her in the eye. "They kill them," she shuddered. "Or worse, they bring them to Dolores Umbridge."

Isabella narrowed her eyes in confusion. "And she would be...?"

"Basically she's head of the Ministry of Magic now. Her and Pias. She controls the Snatchers." Annabelle lounged in her cushion. "Well, she and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Isabella asked curiously. "Why can't you say his name?"

Annabelle laughed, as if it were a simple answer. "He used to be able to be called by his real name—You-Know-Who—with no problem. Not many brave witches or wizards said it even then, though. Now it's just a Taboo. You say his name and the Snatchers will be there in a heartbeat." She pulled out a long golden necklace out from under her turtleneck sweater and played with it.

Isabella, noticing Annabelle wasn't saying much anymore, decided to speak up. "Why were they so afraid? It's just name."

"He's the most powerful, darkest wizard of all time." She looked at Isabella softly. "He killed many people," her eyes filled up with tears. "Including my parents."

Isabella bit her lip. She wanted to change the subject. "What is that?" She gestured to the necklace that Annabelle was playing with.

"Oh." She held up the golden necklace with a small hourglass in it. The golden plate could spin around the hourglass multiple times and there were engravings on the handles holding it together. "This is a time-turner." Annabelle laughed. "My friend, Hermione, didn't want anyone getting a hold of it and she trusts me to hold it for her."

"What does it do?" Isabella asked, reaching out to touch it. But Annabelle slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch it." Annabelle said, laughing. "It takes you back in time and you can change what's happened during then if you want to. But you mustn't get caught." Isabella smoothed a finger over the hourglass. "It's a bad choice to use this unless absolutely necessary."

Isabella nodded, understanding. She looked to her left, feeling awkward. A few books stacked on top of each other. One in particular caught her eye. She got up, picking it up. Labeled on its front read Advanced Potion Making. "What is this?" She turned it over but nothing was on the back. Just a bare pale blue color.

"Oh, part of Harry Potter's past." Annabelle said, taking the book. "My other friend, Ginny and I decided I should keep it from him...he really hurt someone with the most hated professor at the school's spell in this book—without realizing it, of course. Plus, I decided not to go back to Hogwarts this year so I took it with me as a reminder of him."

"Harry Potter? Hogwarts?" Isabella asked, curiously.

"Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards. Half and pure bloods alike. Harry Potter is the Savior to us all." Annabelle smiled at her. "He's the Chosen One," she whispered.

"Chosen One? For what?" Isabella persisted.

"To kill You-Know-Who."

"Oh..." Isabella's eyes wandered down to a folded jacket next to the stack of books. "And, what's this?" She picked up the large jacket. It smelled of peppermint and freshly mown grass.

Annabelle's cheeks turned crimson. She took the jacket, holding it to her and smiling. "It's his."

"Harry Potter?" Isabella asked, smiling. "You and Harry Potter?"

"Oh, God, no!" Annabelle laughed. "Ron. His best friend. He promised that we'd see each other again soon...and then he left me with only his jacket to remember him."

Isabella felt for her. She noted how Annabelle held the jacket close to her, missing his scent. "He promised me that as long as I stayed in Hogwarts, I'd be safe."

Isabella's eyes widened. "So, why aren't you there?"

"I couldn't just stay there when I know Ron's out there, fighting some of the most dangerous witches and wizards around! We're just going to see each other soon enough, I know it. And we'll never be apart again." Annabelle smiled, fingering the texture of the jacket.

"How long have you two been dating?" Isabella asked.

Annabelle laughed. "We aren't. Not yet. Too dangerous." She sighed. "We both love each other though, and that's all that matters. Always have, always will."

Isabella smiled brightly. She was about to give her a hug but a loud crack outside interrupted their thoughts. They looked at each other nervously. Annabelle got up quickly, going out of the tent first, her wand at the ready. Isabella stayed inside, watching her from the opening.

"Show yourself, coward!" Annabelle shouted. Suddenly, someone grabbed her. A hand flew over her mouth and dragged her away.

"Annabelle!" Isabella screamed. She was about to run out but someone came in, blocking her path. A tall, dark man in a leather jacket, plaid skinnies, and combat boots that smelled like nicotine, dirt, and leather stood in front of her. Since it was so dark before, she couldn't see too much of his features until now. As he towered over her, she noticed his hair was dark brown and mousy with a faded, blood red streak near the front. Strands of his hair fell loosely in front of his face while the rest was pulled back in a low ponytail.

Isabella stood there, looking up at him. He looked down at her with a serious expression and slowly, a grin appeared on his face. He started chuckling softly. "Surprised?" He asked, putting out his hands in wonder.

She ground her teeth together. "Let her go! She didn't do anything! I didn't do anything."

"Oh," Scabior clucked his tongue. "Whoever said you did, lovey?" He smiled with extreme pleasure. "I just ask for you to come with me." He put his hand out to Isabella. She eyed it for a moment before looking up at him and shaking her head.

"Not unless Annabelle comes too." She said sternly.

Scabior's face hardened. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. Then he pushed her out of the tent.

"Wait, can I get my—"

"Incendio!" Before she could finish, the tent was set on fire. Just like that.

"Oh, did you need somethin' in there?" Scabior sucked breath in through his teeth. "Sorry, beautiful. Looks like you'll have to live without it." He brushed the hair off Isabella's shoulder, placing his hand on it and exposing her neck. Greyback's attention was set on her for a moment. He was holding Annabelle by the waist and he suddenly looked hungry...for Isabella. She brought her hair back over her shoulder.

Scabior just laughed, leaning down close to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry, I told him not to lay a hand on you."

"Oh, that's delightful," she said, turning to face him. Then realizing how close to his face that she was, she turned back, flushing.

Scabior laughed again before resting his head against the side of hers, moving her dirty blond curls out of the way and whispering closely "I'm gettin' you first anyway." He backed away and Isabella looked up at him, terrified. His smile was haunting.

"You're grotesque." She clenched her jaw together. She walked over to Annabelle and took her hand, pulling her from Greyback's clutches.

"Oh, now, havin' an attitude won't get you very far in life, surely your mum taught you that much, love." Scabior smiled mockingly. Isabella squeezed Annabelle's hand hard. The way he'd said it made it sound like he knew. Like he knew her past. Like he knew what she'd done. Like he knew everything and it made her even more shaken than before.

"Scabior..." She said sternly. He looked at her mockingly.

"Yeah, beautiful?"

"Good luck trying to find me again." Scabior's face contorted with confusion, then fear, then rage in less than five seconds when he realized what she'd meant. He tried to grab them but it was too late. The two girls diapparated from the camp.

That night, Annabelle and Isabella stayed in a smaller tent. An extra one packed by Annabelle in case something like what Scabior did, happened. Isabella was sprawled out on the single bed in a lonely corner of the tent, staring at the ground.

"Hey, you all right?" Annabelle asked, sitting on the bed next to her.

"Oh, yeah." Isabella sat up, holding her arms against her stomach. She felt nauseous. She was still trying to take this all in. "That Scabior is just..."

"Awful. I know." Annabelle finished her sentence. "He's the leader of the Snatchers...couldn't imagine why." She said sarcastically. "He's only extremely cocky, sarcastic, and bossy."

Isabella scoffed. "Yeah, I can tell."

"Well, we better get some sleep. If we want to keep him off our tails, we better keep moving." Annabelle said, patting Isabella's knee. "Sweet dreams."

"You too." Isabella murmured, that partial smile appearing on her face again. She got under the covers and fell asleep almost immediately.

"...Little tramp! Come out of there, you bitch!" Isabella sat up abruptly a few hours later, as did Annabelle.

"Who is that?" Isabella asked, half whispering. Annabelle shrugged, taking out her wand again. Without warning, Scabior and Greyback, along with some other Snatchers, came inside the tent. Isabella's eyes widened when she saw how thin and white Scabior's lips were. His eyes met hers, full of hatred. She tried to back up but he still kept coming at her. He wrapped his hand around her throat, shoving her against the bed post and bringing her close to his face.

She clawed at his wrist, desperate for air. "Now you listen to me, love, and you listen good, 'kay?" Isabella nodded. Behind Scabior, she saw Greyback holding the neck of Annabelle, while other Snatchers held her arms back in case Isabella tried to do something again.

"Let...her...go." She managed to choke out.

"No!" Scabior yelled, clutching his fingers tighter around her throat. "Listen to me," his voice lowered so only she could hear him. "No matter where you go, how much you try to hide, or how much you move around...I will always be there. I'll always be after you." He said, his face getting closer to hers with every other word. He laughed in her ear, sending chills down her spine from his hot breath. "I'm a tracker you see. I smell you, I know where you go once you leave...but you try to make it so bloody difficult!" He threw Isabella on her bed. She coughed viciously, choking for air. He put both hands on either side of her, his hands sinking into the lumpy mattress. "You're comin' with me and you're not leavin' again." He grinned rabidly. "You and miss Annabelle, 'cause we got some questions for that half-blood as well."

Isabella's eyebrows furrowed. Scabior picked Isabella up by her wrists, holding her a lot closer to him than he should have. "Hang on, love and try not to vomit."

Other Snatchers laughed, disapparating out of the tent. "Don't face plant in the bloody ground again either." Greyback howled with laughter at his own joke but Scabior gave him a look that told him to stop.

The two girls caught a glimpse of each other, reaching out to try to stay together, but Greyback disapparated before they could reach each other's fingertips. Just as Isabella was going to cry out for help, she and Scabior disapparated as well.

There you go! Chapter 2. I tried to make this one a lot better than the first one, seeing as I was half awake when I wrote that, which is why I had a few mistakes here and there (terrible instead of terribly, talking in first person instead of third at times). I proofread this one many, many, MANY times though, making sure everything made sense and went with the flow of things. I hope you like it as much as I had fun writing it. Reviews are greatly appreciated, thank you everyone for the positive feedback on the last one, made my day, really, seeing as it's the first FanFic I've written! :) Thanks again!

Song inspiration for this chapter is "Parade" by Get Scared.