It was Isabella's turn to ignore Scabior that night. She sat outside with Jon in front of a campfire, with a scratchy blanket around her shoulders. She would feel Scabior's eyes on her each time he went in and out of his tent. She never actually looked back at him, but she did notice every time he left the tent, he had a new cigarette in his fingers, which made her smile, knowing he was chain smoking because he was stressed out about her not talking to him.

She explained what happened down by the river to Jon, which made him give her the same look as that same morning. The "you are jealous don't deny it" look.

"Don't look at me like that, because I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I've never felt jealousy once in my life." She'd responded.

"Until now."

She punched him in the arm, which made him laugh.

That night though, she found out more about Jonathon's past. It was one of the deepest conversations she'd had with someone since Anna.

"I was raised by my mother, who was a Squib, which is a child of magical born parents that has no magical abilities at all. My father died during Voldemort's rein, when he first tried to kill Harry Potter."

"Who's Volde—"

Before she could finish, he threw his hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, I forgot. You shouldn't say his name, even if you are with us."

When he let go of her mouth, her eyes widened. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

Jon nodded. "My father was one of his followers, he was sent to Azkaban after You-Know-Who disappeared."

"Why did he disappear?" Isabella asked, knowing Jon was the next best thing to getting answers from since Anna left.

"Here's what happened..." Jon situated himself on his rock, getting more comfortable. "There was a prophecy that was made, saying that there was a boy to be born that has the power to defeat the Dark Lord born when the seventh month dies...and that boy turned out to be Harry Potter. When he was born, the Dark Lord went to the Potters' house in Godric's Hollow, killing Harry's parents. The only thing was, when he went to kill Harry...the curse rebounded."

Isabella looked at him, puzzled, as the image of Scabior killing one of his men popped up into her head. "How?"

"His mother's love for him. Apparently, because her love was so strong, he couldn't touch Harry, which meant he couldn't kill him either. The only mark Harry was left with was a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead."

Isabella's eyes widened and her jaw slightly dropped. She finally understood why Scabior was looking at Harry's forehead. The scar was the only identifier of who he could be. "So that's why Scabior was looking at his forehead."

Jon nodded. "That's why he's so famous."

"But if You-Know-Who can't touch Harry, why does he even bother trying to kill him?" Isabella asked.

Jon smiled. "He wasn't exactly killed when the curse rebounded since he uses Horcruxes to keep himself alive, but when he came back, he was infused with Harry's blood, which means he can touch him now."

"Oh." Isabella adjusted the blanket around her, shivering from the thought of how heartless that man was. "So...what's a Horcrux?"

"Basically, it's an object that part of your soul belongs to...the only way you can actually put your soul into it though, is if you murder someone. He split his into seven."

Isabella grimaced. "How do you, like, split your soul?"

Jon made a face as well, shaking his head. "You don't want to know."

Isabella looked into the fire. Her face felt like it was melting off just staring into it. "So what happened with you after your dad died?"

"Well, after being in Azkaban, he basically went insane and died, leaving only my mom to care for me. At the time, I'd been going to Hogwarts, but when I found out my father died...I ran away, and joined the Death Eaters for a while."

Isabella shook her head. "What the hell is a Death Eater?"

Jon laughed. "You-Know-Who's followers. Each one has one of these." He lifted the left sleeve of his denim jacket, exposing the same tattoo that Lucius Malfoy had.

"The man at the manor had the same thing." Isabella said, feeling the outline of the mark.

"Yeah, he's a Death Eater. He always has been, and his son just joined last year."

Isabella's heart dropped, thinking of Draco. "My sister was supposed to be a Death Eater."

"What was her name?" Jon asked, pulling his sleeve back down.

"Jasmine."

"What's your guys' last names again?"

"Robbins."

Jon looked at her, bewildered. "As in Rose Robbins?"

Isabella looked back, astonished. "How do you know her?"

He laughed. "She was Death Eater, it's how she met Peter Ryans and they got married."

Isabella felt dizzy. "My aunt and uncle were Death Eaters?"

"That's probably why your sister was being forced to join." He shrugged.

Isabella put her hand to her forehead. "Are they still a part of his followers?"

Jon nodded. "Oh yeah, they were big on following him."

Isabella covered her mouth. "Oh my god, no wonder my parents never wanted to be with them." She took deep breaths, trying to stop herself from throwing up. "Continue with your story before I throw up from this shocking news." She said.

"Well, I went to Azkaban after a few years of being one of his followers. I was probably one of the youngest to be in Azkaban, since I never officially got the mark until I turned seventeen. After that, I was chosen to be in the Snatchers, and Scabior was a brutal leader, that's what I liked about him." He laughed.

"Yeah." Isabella said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I know you hate him, but he's an amazing leader. He may not be that bright, and he's younger than a lot of the men here but he's just so...fearless."

Isabella didn't speak. The whole reason she wanted to stay with Jon was so she could stop thinking about him, and stay away from him, but he was making that pretty hard to do. Before she knew it, she was asking questions again. "How old is he anyway?"

"About twenty-three at least." He shrugged. "Don't know much about his past other than he was locked in Azkaban for a few years."

"Was he a Death Eater?" Isabella asked, still staring into the fire, watching the sparks fly off the wood.

"Nah," Jon said, pushing more wood into the fire. "He was a supporter though, and I think that was part of the reason he was put in there. You can even still see the tattoo on his neck."

Isabella looked back at Jon. "What tattoo?"

"You don't know?" Jon moved the collar of his jacket to expose the side of his neck which had a weird symbol with numbers along it. "Every person in Azkaban has a tattoo similar to this on their neck. Most people like to hide it though, it's sort of embarrassing."

"Is that why he wears that red scarf?" She asked.

Jon shrugged. "Probably. He hates talking about it, so it wouldn't surprise me."

They both turned to look in the direction of snow crunching beneath heavy feet on the ground. Scabior was walking toward them, putting out his cigarette. Isabella looked back down at the fire. Just looking at him made her angry.

"I'm goin' out to look for more muggles and such." He said. She felt his eyes on her, but she refused to look up. "Did you want to come?"

"Ah, I think I'll hunker down here for the night." Jon responded.

"Lazy ass." Scabior mumbled, walking toward the tent. But he paused, turning around to look at them again. "What about you, beautiful?"

Isabella's lips thinned as she slowly looked up at him. "No thanks." Her eyes narrowed.

"Don't you want to make sure I'm not lookin' for Hermione Granger?" He smirked.

The sound of him even saying her name made her angry. "Wow, I'm surprised you know her name." She said sarcastically.

"I might as well if I plan to shag her." He smirked, turning on his heel and continuing into the tent.

Isabella gagged. "What a scum ball."

"If I were you, I'd go with him." Jon responded.

"Why?" She asked, pissed off that he would even suggest that.

"Because I'm pretty sure he's not joking."

"About what?"

Jon paused, looking away for a second awkwardly. "Shagging her."

"Oh please," Isabella shook her head, grimacing.

"Izzy?"

Her heart thudded. "Please," She half screamed. "Don't call me that." She squeezed her eyes shut. She opened them again when she heard rustling. She looked up and saw that Scabior was packing up his tent. "What is he doing? Where am I going to sleep?" She looked at Jon, who stared back.

"Isabella," He took her hand, which was cold as ice. "You may not admit it to yourself, but I know you really want to go. Stop sitting here because I'm telling you, if you stay here, Greyback, or one of the other overly-horny Snatchers is going to do something horrible to you and it will end up with you running away yet again which won't make Scabior happy."

Isabella sighed. "So pretty much staying with him is the safest bet, huh?"

Jon pursed his lips, nodding. "Only for a few days."

Isabella looked up at Scabior, starting to walk through the trees, his wand lit.

"What if I want to come back though?"

Jon shook his head. "Trust me, you'll be fine."

Isabella threw her arms around Jon, surprising him. "You're almost as great as Anna." She laughed. "I'll see you in a few days...if he decides not to murder me." She rolled her eyes, getting off the log and running through the woods, following Scabior's light.

He turned around quickly when he heard her running. He was actually surprised to see her, but then he smirked. "You really can't get enough of me, can you, love?"

"I'm only doing it because you took away the tent. Not because I'm jealous." She said, her hands on her hips.

He laughed. "Whatever you say, beautiful." He turned back around and continued walking. She caught up with him, walking awkwardly quiet through the woods.


A/N: It's short, I know. I have an amazing idea for the next chapter though. By the way, I've started school, so if my chapters start to be more spaced out, you'll know why. I've been so lazy on writing lately too xD but I'm keeping with this story, don't worry. Until the next one!

Song inspiration for this chapter is "Haunted" by Evanescence