A/N: Okay…for some reason I'm having a lot of problems writing…maybe its just a phase but I'm going really slow. Grrr…

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"Will you bloody stop that!" Draco roared smacking Blaise's hand which was tapping against the table. It had already been two hours since Blaise woke, and Pansy still wasn't back yet. "How long will this thing take! We've been waiting forever!"

Blaise sighed; stopping the rhythm he was making with the tips of his fingers and shrugged, "I don't know. I've never been to a Deatheater ceremony. But my father," He grimaced as he said father, "Would come home really late."

Draco scowled, "Come on we should try to at least find a clue to get out of here," He pushed himself off of the green armchair that he sat in, and glanced around the room. It seemed impossible to get out. There were four armchairs, four small twin beds, and a table. A light that hung from above, no windows and one door which was locked. "Hey Blaise do you have your apparating license?"

Blaise snorted, "If I did, we would have been out of here yesterday. Right after we got thrown in. Pansy doesn't, you don't, Hermione-" Both boys glanced over at the sleeping girl. They didn't want to wake her up just to give her the bad news. Knowing she would probably start crying, like every other girl would.

"I think we should wake her now," Draco stomped over to the bed where Hermione was sleeping. "Get up! Hermione! Up, Now!" Draco smacked her head over and over again.

"Draco, that's no way to wake up a girl…" Blaise frowned.

Draco turned to his best friend and smirked at him, "But it works. And it's quicker." He smacked Hermione's head again. "Hermione if you don't get up right now I'll burn all your precious books, and to your favorite the Hogwarts: A history. I will immediately put that one in Hippogriff dung!"

At once Hermione sprang up from her bed and took Draco by the collar and glared at him dangerously, "Don't you dare." She growled. Blaise chuckled; threatening really did work on this girl. Even more, threatening her books.

"I won't, I swear." Draco smirked, surrendering. Hermione glared at him once more and let him go. She looked around the room.

"Where's Pansy?" She asked, turning to the boys.

"Well…" Blaise scratched the back of his neck. "Well…they took Pansy to get the dark mark. To say it simply." He glanced up and saw the sadness spread across Hermione's once glaring face. "Now, Hermione don't cry, we'll find a way to get out of here."

"Who's crying?" Hermione stood up from the bed and put her hands on her hips. "I talked to Pansy last night. I knew they were going to take her this morning. It just…" She frowned, "Its just I wish I could have said something encouraging before she went."

"Encouraging?" Draco laughed, "She's becoming a bloody deatheater! No one needs encouraging!"

"Thank you, dear brother." Hermione glared at him, "But, it's just a habit. With Harry and Ron I always tell them something en-" Her eyes widened, "Harry and Ron! They should notice I'm not at Hogwarts! They'll come save us!"

Draco snorted, "And how will they do that?"

"Tell Dumbledore! Dumbledore knows where your house is, oh and Annabell! She can probably get through the security! They'll contact the ministry!" Hermione shrieked throwing her hands up, "If I know Harry and Ron they'll…they'll…" She suddenly collapsed on the ground and sighed, "If I know Harry and Ron they'll try to save us themselves and end up getting all in danger."

"That's just great…" Draco laughed, "In a couple days or so we'll also have bloody Potter dead! We might as well get a house elf to break us out!"

"What did you say?" Blaise's eyes snapped up to Draco.

"I said, in a couple days or so we'll also have bloody Potter dead. Geez Blaise are you going deaf or something? I practically screamed that out." Draco grinned.

"No after that!" Blaise smacked him on the shoulder, "A house elf! Can't you call one? Don't you have a personal one that only listens to you? It can help us get out somehow!"

"Oh yeah," Draco stood up, "Goldy!"

"Goldy?" Hermione frowned, "I don't like this idea. Using a house elf to help us escape is po-"

"Do you want to get out of here?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded, "Then we have to use a house elf. If it makes you happy I'll give him a medal or something, okay?"

"But why in heavens did you name him goldy?"

"Well…it just makes him sound expensive." Draco glanced around the room. "It hasn't come yet."

"It? Did you just say your house elf was an it?" Hermione glowered angrily.

"Well, no Goldy is a girl…I think. Now that I actually think about it, Goldy has a deep voice so he…she…it…is a boy."

"You don't even know the gender of your own house elf!" Hermione shrieked. Blaise grinned amused. The new brother and sister seemed to fight against each other for every little thing, now. I wonder if Annabell and I would be like that he thought to himself.

Draco shrugged her off. "Doesn't matter, anyways Goldy isn't coming." He sighed, "Okay, we have two choices. First-somehow find a way to get out and if we don't become a deatheater, or try to find a way out and get rescued by Pothead."

All of a sudden the door slammed open. Hermione, Draco, and Blaise all turned around to only gasp in shock. "Oh god…" Hermione murmured. Pansy stood in the doorway, her body beaten so badly, Hermione felt like she was going to puke. Pansy's face was covered in purple, she had black surrounding both eyes and her lip was busted open. She didn't have her Hogwarts robes and uniform anymore but was replaced with deatheater black clothes. She held her deatheater mask in her bleeding right hand; her arms were covered in small cuts, like paper cuts.

"Get in there," A man pushed Pansy inside; she immediately stumbled into Hermione's arms.

"Pansy…" Hermione slowly lowered herself to the ground and carefully put Pansy's head on her lap.

"Ah Blaise," The man said, smirking evilly.

"…Father." Blaise gave a small bow. Hermione's eyes widened. Father? Sure the man looked a tad bit like Blaise. His hair was brown…but his face was completely different. Blaise's father walked over to Blaise and patted his shoulder.

"Tomorrow you will make me proud." He said, with a low voice. "It's good that we only have one child." And with that last statement he walked out the door with his black robe flying behind him. Shutting it with a loud THUD.

"One child?" Draco looked at Blaise oddly.

"My father…thinks Annabell has disgraced the family name." Blaise said slowly and walked over to Pansy, who was unconscious. He grimaced at the state of her beaten up face. "So Annabell so no longer part of our family. To others she never existed, she was never born."

Draco nodded and sat down by Hermione to look at Pansy. "Why is she…why does she look like this?"

"I don't know" Blaise stood up and got a pillow. Hermione carefully took Pansy's head off of her lap and set it on the pillow. "We'll find out when she wakes up."

Hermione's eyes immediately set on Pansy's right arm. Right now it was covered by her new deatheater cloak. But what was under it? Is the mark there? Hermione thought, she felt too afraid to check. But I must. She gulped and unrolled the sleeve slowly.

XxX

"Hey Ron have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked setting his bag next to his seat. "I haven't seen her at breakfast, at classes, at lunch, and-" he glanced around the great hall, "And now I haven't seen her at dinner, and Malfoy, Zabini, and Parkinson are all gone too. I haven't seen a trace of them."

Ron gulped down the chicken he had stuffed into his mouth. "Last time I seen Hermione was at the three broomsticks…" He immediately saw Harry's worried face and smacked his shoulder, "Oh lay off, mate. You're worried all the time; maybe we need a break or two."

Harry sighed, "Maybe you're right, they might had just stayed at-"

"Harry Potter?" Harry and Ron both turned around to see Annabell standing behind them, with a worried face. "You're Harry Potter, right?" She asked, Harry nodded, Annabell took a seat next to him and took both his hands. "You're good friends with Hermione. I haven't seen her or my brother, nor Draco and Pansy anywhere! Have you seen them? I thought they might have stayed at St. Mungos with Narcissa! But when I called they said the four never even came for the visit Dumbledore scheduled!"

Harry glanced at Ron, "I told you so." He hissed. He turned over to Annabell, "No Miss. Zabini I haven't seen Hermione anywhere." Annabell frowned and let go of his hands.

"Very well…" She sighed, "If you know anything please tell me. I've looked everywhere, the slytherin common room, the Gryffindor common room, outside, all the corridors, on the roof, in the forbidden forest, even the hufflepuff and RavenClaw common rooms!"

"You went into the forbidden forest!" Ron gaped, "There are spiders in there!"

"It pays to be good friends with Hagrid then, doesn't it?" Annabell smiled slightly. She stood up from her seat, "Well I better be off then."

"W-wait!" Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, he looked over at Ron, "Remember when Trelawney made that prediction about the clouds?"

Ron groaned, "Not this again!"

"Yes this again!" Harry hissed.

Ron looked over at Annabell who was staring at Harry confusingly, "He's been ranting about the crazy coot's prediction all week. And he still can't find it out. But it probably doesn't have anything to do with anything."

"Prediction?" Annabell's eyes sparkled and she turned back to Harry, "Tell me!"

"What!" Ron yelled surprised. "You're going to believe that crazy woman's rubbish?"

Annabell smiled at the redhead, "When you travel places, you see a lot of things." She left the confused boy and turned to Harry, "Now tell me about the prediction."

"Uhh…how did it go...a fox and two pillows," Harry heard Annabell give off a little giggle, "Hey. I'm serious! And the fox was eating the two pillows, one pillow was black, and the other was whit-" He was cut off by Annabell's strained laughter. Students even started to turn their way to see Blaise's sister red in the face. "Um…Miss. Zabini…"

"Don't call me that!" Annabell snapped, stopping her laughter immediately, "Miss. Zabini makes me feel so old! It's either Anna, or Annabell! Okay?"

Harry backed off a bit and nodded, "Uh…okay." He cleared his throat, "Yeah that was the prediction. The fox was eating a white and black pillow."

"Hmm a fox…" Annabell scratched her head, "A fox…"

"Voldemort could be a fox?" Harry suggested.

"Maybe…but foxes are sly, quick, and cunning." Annabell smiled, "Voldemort is definitely not cunning or quick…"

"Oh!" Ron's face went red with anger, "A fox is like Malfoy's bloody father. I always hated that man! Always brags about his riches and what not! He's perfect for the description! I hate him…"

"Ron just because you hate somebody doesn't mean…" Harry started to say but cut himself off, and after a moment of thought. He too agreed, "Actually…you're right. He's perfect for being the fox. So Lucius is the fox, what are the pillows?"

"Who else?" Annabell stood up from her seat, "Its Draco and Hermione. I have a feeling that Lucius was supposed to only take them, but Blaise and Pansy just happened to be with them. I'm going to tell Dumbledore."

XxX

"The dark mark…"

Pansy bolted up from the pillow Hermione had set for her, surprising her friends greatly. Her breath was ragged and her eyes wide. She looked at her friends and immediately backed away, "Stay away from me!" She shrieked, cowering in a corner, sobbing. "Stay away!"

"Pansy? Are you okay?" Draco asked worriedly, shocked that she had screamed at them.

"No! No!" Pansy sobbed, "Stay away!"

Hermione looked at her friend sadly, why was she acting like this? "Pansy…we can help!" She crawled over to her friend, only to be pushed away.

"You can't help me." Pansy said, her shoulders shaking, "No one can help me."

"But Pansy…"

"Just go away!"

"Hermione," Blaise dragged Hermione away from their crying friend, "It's alright…just let her calm down for a bit. She's had a long day."

"Calm down!" Draco roared angrily, he marched over to Pansy and grabbed her by the collar, "What are you? Afraid? What are you bloody crying about! You're acting like a baby Pansy! Maybe instead of crying…I don't know…you could help us find a bloody way to escape!"

Pansy cried even harder, "I'm a deatheater! You don't understand!"

Draco scowled, "I understand enough! We are going to become deatheaters too if we don't get out of here! Stop being a selfish crybaby and at least help us get out!" He threw Pansy back on the ground. And sneered at her, "And you call yourself a slytherin."

"Draco! You're being horrid!" Hermione screeched, trying to tear away from Blaise's arms. But the brown haired boy held her close.

Pansy took in a deep breath and stood up, "They used veritaserum on me…"

"What?" Blaise looked up at her.

"You wanted to know what happened, right." Pansy smiled weakly, "Why I look like this." She pointed at her face. "When I got there, it's in a ballroom of some sort, with a stage. It's completely dark except for two torches on the stage. You walk up there with your parents and Voldemort. The whole room is full of deatheaters. First Voldemort gave me veritaserum…so I had no choice but to answer his questions truthfully…when he asked if I wanted to become a deatheater…well, I said no…when he asked if I wanted the dark mark I said no. When he asked who I preferred to side with, him or Potter…I said Potter." She sighed, "So they beat me…and I got the dark mark anyways. By force."

"How does it um…" Hermione gulped, "How do you get the-the mark…"

Pansy 's eyes darkened, "Magic…By Voldemort's special touch…it hurts like hell. Like a burn…except worse."

"Can I see it?" Blaise asked pointing to her arm, which was still covered by the cloak.

Pansy frowned and shook her head, "No…I don't want you to."

"But…I'll be getting it tomorrow anyways!"

"No…no you won't." Pansy stammered. "Because Voldemort will use the veritaserum on you, and…he said the if the next person who gets the dark mark defies him. He'll kill them."

"We got to get out of here. Or Blaise is going to die."

A/N: Okay just so you know Pansy did get the dark mark. OKAY! This is the chapter, its not great…

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