A/N: Not mine… well some of it is

A/N: Not mine… well some of it is. I love you guys but would it kill you to give me some feed back? I know that you like the story because I get the e-mails saying that I am on an alert list or favorite list or my story is, but could you please review?

Chapter 7

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked.

Abelinda looked up at him.

"Apart from the fact that my father is the most powerful and evil wizard in the world?" she asked. "And that he's a murderer?"

Blaise looked down at her. He was aware that Voldemort was standing behind Abelinda, but she wasn't.

"Abby, he's the only family you have. I know you're upset because he was never there for you and that you were lied to all your life, but you have to accept it. At least he hasn't taken you away from your family." Blaise pointed out.

"I know." She sighed. "I never knew that my brothers' best friend could be so deep."

Blaise laughed. "You're not very observant. I've always been the one to try and talk Draco out of stuff. But he never listens, so we get in trouble anyways. So," Blaise said and his face got serious, "You'll give your dad a chance?"

"Yes. I'll give him a chance. One chance and if he messes it up, tough luck." Abelinda said, standing up.

Abelinda could feel someone's presence behind her, but when she turned around, no one was there. When she turned back around to talk to Blaise, he was gone. She decided to go and tell her mum and dad, Narcissa and Lucius, goodnight. But as she neared the sitting room, she heard something that made her stomach drop.

"He's taking her away tomorrow." Narcissa commented, looking up from her book.

"Thank goodness, it's about time we're rid of her." Lucius said. "The Dark Lord told me that he would pay us our payment for watching her and he would pay for all the money we spent on her."

"That's good. Now Draco will be an only child again." Narcissa said.

Abelinda backed away from the door and slowly walked up the steps to her room, tears falling down her face. She passed an old office and the door opened. She jumped back when a tall shadow fell over her.

"Abelinda, what is the matter?" Voldemort asked.

Abelinda looked up at him and cried even harder.

"They n-never wanted m-me. T-they just d-did it for the m-money." She whimpered.

He gathered her in his arms and carried her back to her rooms. He tucked her in and shut the door behind him as he left. A small smile was forming on his thin mouth. She didn't even know what his plan was.