A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. Quick recap, Draco is in the Gryffindor common room because he wanted to go speak to Alana, but Ginny (Alana's room-mate) told him she didn't come back the previous night. PS: Sorry for the short chapter, I'm working on a long one to make it up to you.
By the time Alana woke up, she was in a dimly lit room, the hooded figure in front of her. Alan was tied to a chair, ropes around her waist, wrists, and ankles.
In her mind, Alana could hear knives being sharpened, or was that in reality? It was hard to tell...
The figure was standing over a cauldron, brewing a potion, and adding ingredient after ingredient. Alana recognized some of them, but others seemed evil and Alana was glad she had never seen them before. As it bubbled and cooked the potion emitted a smell, something Alana had never smelled before, it was intoxicating and sweet, and left the room heavily perfumed.
Outside, it was very stormy, and thunder flashed across the sky menacingly, as though telling Alana that danger was ahead.
The figure took a large spoon and dipped it into the cauldron, pouring it into a crystal vial. It flashed a rich purple, and the figure smelled it and sighed.
The vial was place on a shelf above the cauldron, where the moonlight shone through.
"What do you want from me?" Alana asked, fear evident in her voice.
The figure laughed, it was definitely a woman. "I don't want anything from you, really. The thing that I want, more than anything else, is... Draco Malfoy," she said. "And after this potion sits for 24 hours, he will be mine."
Alana's eyes widened, but then they quickly narrowed. "Who are you anyway? Maybe Pansy?"
The figure laughed her high-pitched, nasal laugh, and then pulled back her hood.
"Abigail?"
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Draco paced the floor in front of Ginny, his brows knitted together. "What do you mean Alana's missing?" he cried.
Ginny looked up from her armchair, rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She looked up at the ceiling as though explaining something to a child. "Look, Mr. Pureblood FancyPants. Alana did not come back from her 'date' with you last night. Get it?"
Draco swallowed, trying to comprehend Ginny's words. "But who would kidnap her?"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know, she's so likableā¦But you're her best friend, Malfoy, does she have any enemies?"
Draco's eyes widened. "I don't know, but I know someone who might..."
"Can you help us or not?"
Harry turned around in his chair. "You come to me in your time of need. And you don't have the-"
Draco scowled throwing a book at Harry, who dodged it just in time. "Cut it out Potter, this is serious."
Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm trying to lighten the mood for Alana's sake," he said. Draco turned to Ginny with a hopeful expression. "Hey Weaselette, aren't you a seer? Can you pick up where Alana is?"
Ginny closed her eyes, nodding. "I'll try." After half an hour of silence (and in Ginny's case, a lot of perspiration), still nothing. Harry shook his head. "It's no use," he moaned sadly. Draco groaned. "We can't give up!" he cried.
Suddenly, with such a vigor Harry and Draco jumped, Ginny brightened visibly. "I know who kidnapped Alana!" she cried happily.
How many people guessed it was Abigail? Zero? It came as a shock to me when it popped into my head. I figured the story needed a big twist. Was this big enough?
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