Well, this was the best week of my life. 1, I find out JK Rowling is writing a new book. 2, Starkid is coming out with a new musical (Holy Musical B(at sign, becasue FanFiction won't let me put one) man). And 3, I FINALLY become admin of a Facebook page. (not that the last one really matters). But anyway, yeah, this week kinda rocked. So, I hope this chapter is satisfactory. Sadly my story only goes on for another two or three chapters (most likely two), that kinda makes me sad. But, we're not going to talk about that. So happy reading.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the magic-ness in JK Rowling's wonderful mind. Just Raine and the storyline.

Raine's heavy, throbbing head was what woke her. She slowly lifted her eyes open, allowing them to adjust to the barely lit room. She attempted to bring her hands forward but quickly realized they were tied behind her back.

Raine looked around the room, feeling quite dizzy. The dark, room had stone flooring and was completely empty except for several stone pillars, one of which she was leaned up against. In the corner she could see a small wooden staircase leading, presumably, to an upper floor. The only source of light was a small lantern sitting in the middle of the room that flickered as the flame died lower and lower.

"Where am I?" she asked in a horse, warn voice, to on one.

She tried to stand up but the ropes on her hands pulled back as she stumbled forward, she wasn't going anywhere.

"Nice to see you've woken up." A voice said behind her.

Raine's neck snapped back, standing behind her stood a large terrifying man. His gray, dirty looking hair was half slicked back as the rest of it fell forwards onto his face, half of which she couldn't see because of the mask that covered it. He was wearing dark cloaks that fell to his feet, just far enough so they wouldn't skim across the floor as he walked.

"Who are you?" she asked him in a harsh manner.

He didn't answer as he walked up the stairs, closing and locking the large wooden door behind him.

Albus was pacing back and forth in the living room as is father tried to calm him down.

"She'll be fine, we'll find her." Harry kept telling him as the paranoid expression stuck to his own face.

Albus wouldn't even answer back. She had been his responsibility, he was supposed to watch her, make sure nothing happened. Of course he had failed and Raine could be gone now, all because of him. If they hadn't gotten into that stupid fight she wouldn't have left. Where had she gone? It was almost as though she had disappeared. How could he have been so careless?

"I don't understand it." Hermione said, entering the room with Ron in tow. "Albus," she said turning to him, "when was the last time you saw her?"

"I told you," he answered, "last night we had an argument, and she stormed off."

"Do you know where she went?" She asked

"If I did, would we be sitting here?" He answered plainly in the stress of the moment.

"No, where did she go after your little row?" She asked, understanding his anxiety.

"I don't know." He sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Usually she would just walk around the house and try to cool off, or sit in her room, but I hadn't seen her since."

Shortly after their argument Albus had gone looking for her, for some reason he had felt the need to be, even after the heated conversation, with her. After an hour of scouring the house he had eventually gone outside, to see if she was in the surrounding forest, but there were no sighs, no footprints, nothing. He had finally returned inside, still unable to find her. And that was when the panic set in.

The room went quiet as everyone thought over the possibilities. "What were you guys arguing about?" Ron finally asked, though he knew it wouldn't help them in any way, he couldn't help but be curious.

"She was asking me about Hogwarts, and the room of requirement," he said, "and she kept going on about this room she-"

Albus stared at the floor for several seconds, all the adults in the room casting him questioning looks when he stopped talking. 'The room' he thought before bolting off the couch and running out.

It had been several hours since Raine had heard anything from upstairs. The last person she had seen was the man who had been there before.

She felt no shame in admitting that she was terrified, and the cold, dark cellar didn't help to lift her spirits. Who knew how long she had been in the unfriendly environment before she had woken up. Minutes? Hours? Days? Who knew?

The ropes on her arm were beginning to burn against her skin with every move as she, once again, attempted to loosen the intricate knots. It was no use and she knew it, but she couldn't help but try. Her fingers fidgeted around with a section of the frayed end, but that seemed like the most she could do.

She eventually stopped as her fingers begun to become raw from rubbing them against the ropes. She rested her forehead against her knees and breathed a deep breath. A small drip in the corner of the room caused her to spring her head back up, but she quickly regained her composure after seeing no one, or thing for that matter, was there. Her chin took the place of her forehead as she looked out over the room.

From upstairs she could now faintly hear the sound of voices; this scared her even more, to know her abductees were just above her. The voices begun growing louder and, presumably, nearer; as Raine's heartbeat quickened.

"Well then go down there and do what you were meant to!" one of them shouted very clearly, enough so that Raine could pick it up, wishing she couldn't.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the cell as the door creaked open. A beam of light flew in, causing Raine to squint as her eyes soaked in the first form of light they had taken in for some time. The door closed and she opened her eyes to see a different man from before.

He seemed younger, with scraggly dark brown hair that almost hit his shoulders. He, as the man before, was wearing a mask and dark clothing.

He stepped towards her as his hand went inside his robes, Raine knew he was grabbing for his wand, and seconds later he pulled it out.

"Now, I don't want to have to use this." He said slowly, "You only need to do is listen, and eventually what we tell you to, simple enough?"

Raine didn't respond to his question as he stepped closer, fear crept into her throat not allowing her to speak even if she wanted to.

"So," he started, "You wake up in a strange dark room, no human contact for several days. Thoughts?"

She once again stayed silent.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." He stated, stepping closer so he was several meters away. "I assure you, soon enough you will be out of here. That is, once you cooperate."

Several seconds passed as neither of them moved, the man kept a steady gaze into her eyes before speaking again.

"You, no doubt, know who your parents were." he started, "Such amazing people, powerful people. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong side. You see, you were born into a family of blood traitors. It's a pity really." He stepped closer so he was now less than an arm's length away, and knelt down, leveling out their faces. "You seem to be somewhat like them. Strong. Powerful. A great knack at magic." He stopped to run a finger down her cheek, almost seeming to inspect her.

"But, you too have seemed to pick the wrong side." He continued, dropping his hand, still keeping a firm eye on the girl. "Muggles don't deserve the freedom we give them. You should know that, shouldn't you?" he asked her, when she didn't respond he continued.

"Those people you had called your family. Scum of a person if I ever did see one. Yes, I know about your life Raine Belifort." He glared down at her, his now visible brown eyes focusing on the task at hand. "You were tormented by them. You lived in fear of the day they would finally hurt you, really hurt you."

Raine looked away; she couldn't listen to him anymore. She hated being reminded of those people, everything they had thrown at her, every moment they had tormented her. The man was drilling these thoughts and memories further and further into her head, all the pain.

"You see, all muggles are like this, no doubt you know that." He once again put his hand to her face, this time lifting her chin so she once again was looking into his eyes. "That's why you should join us; we are trying to end these muggles." He got up, straightened out his cloaks and begun walking out as he was just about to go up the stairs, he turned around to her and said one last thing. "Help us end them before they can hurt the world any more than they already have."

And with that, he swiftly walked up the stairs and left. Leaving Raine holding back tears, as she thought back to the people who had brought her hell, for 16 years of her miserable life.

Albus ran through the hall of his large house, it seemed like out of all the times he had walked the familiar halls this was the longest it had ever taken to reach the end of it.

He was almost there; she had told him about it before. Of course he hadn't listened, and he retreaded it, but just maybe, possibly there was a slight possibility that the palace she had been almost obsessed with, would give him some small clue where she had gone.

He finally reached his destination, but to his dismay, nothing was there. The wall looked as it had the countless other times he had seen it. He placed his balled up hands on the wall, breathing in as his hopes crashed into the floor. Why would something have been there? The world seemed to be so against him at the moment. As Albus slowly slid down the wall he noticed something, a small piece of parchment, barely a scrap, sticking just out of the wooden panel separating the wall from the floor.

His hand hesitantly reached for the scrap, and as his fingers closed around it his heartbeat quickened. Unfolding it, he read from the scribbled handwriting.

I've taken her, just like we said we would. Don't bother. You'll never find us.

The writer left no signature, no clue; there was no possible way of deciphering its origins. How could they find her? He had no idea. But they would, and no one would rest until she was safe in their arms. Safe in his arms.

Anyway, I hope that was good. I really like this chapter actually. Normally I don't. But thank you to: The Wedding Planner's Daughter, PenMagic, Kyanite Archer, Harry. Potter. Is. BOSS, and MortallnustrumentsFan for the reviews :3. They make me happy. Also thank you Goliebaby, Harry. Potter. Is. BOSS, zindiq, and MortallnustrumentsFan for adding me and/or this story to their alerts and favorites. That makes me equally happy :3

So, farewell readers. Until next week. Please review, it would grant my every wish. (well, besides the marrying Joey Richter or Rupert Grint thing, but that will happen eventually)