Chapter Three
Bad Moon Rising.
He yawned and looked at his watch. Too damn early, he thought as the phone rang again. He had been in a good dream. About her.
He slid out of bed, ignoring the ringing object on his desk. If it was important they would call back.
She always seemed to haunt his dreams. To night had been one of the few good ones. And that ringing contraption had to bring him out of it.
Usually the dreams were of her during the war, her face as he died. Or her at his grave.
Tonight had been entirely out of character for her, but her cherished it any way.
The phone continued to ring. He didn't like answering machines and he wasn't going to be here much longer. But out of curiosity he looked at the small screen displaying the caller's number.
He swore as he recognized it.
"About bloody time!" snarled the voice on the other end.
He covered a yawn. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Yeah it's ten in the morning."
"Yeah, Blaise, lad. You're in California. I'm in Southern Italy. All told, there's roughly a nine hour difference in times. Do the math."
He could feel the other boy wince as he made the calculation. He cradled the phone against his ear and applied some tooth paste to his tooth brush.
"Look, sorry about that mate, but I have a problem."
"Really?" He spat out the foamy spit. "I never would have guessed."
"Do you always have to be arrogant?"
"No. But when talking with you, it helps."
"Blaire is missing."
In the act of pulling out a string of floss, he stopped. Blaire Zabini. Cute girl, three years below him. A promising witch.
"I thought she was in Hogwarts."
"She was."
"You're telling me that someone broke into Hogwarts and kidnapped your sister?"
"No, it was Hogsmeade weekend."
He groaned. Damn. Normally he would and could ignore a plea from his oldest friend. But Blaire. There in lay the delemia. Blaire was a cute kid that idolized him and even more than her own brother, she would expect him to come to her rescue.
He noticed the papers on his window sill. One from each of the wizarding capitals of the world. And one from a sleepy little town in Pennesylvania. Where she was.
It was the heading on the last one that decided him.
Graphic Artist disappears.
Below it was a picture of Ginny Weasley.
He knew this wasn't chance. Blaire and Ginny had been taken for a reason.
"Fine, Blaise. I'll find your sister."
"Thanks Draco. I knew I could count on you."
