"I'll take what's mine? What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Bloody hell Moria, who did you piss off?!" Lily hissed out after James and her read the note during breakfast. Sirius was seated close to Moria, a frown plastered on his face. Moria shrugged, pushing her hair behind her shoulder with a nervous look on her face.

"Like I said, I have no clue. I didn't think it was even possible to have someone hate me THAT much." Moria stated and Lily frowned.

"It doesn't sound like someone hating you." James amended, looking at the letter with disgust. "It's still a threat though." James responded.

"In any case we need to show this to Professor McGonagall. Or Professor Dumbledore." Lily said and Moria looked about ready to object. "No buts." She added and Moria frowned.

"Fine." She said, crossing her arms. Later Sirius and she were walking around the courtyard, heading back towards the Gryffindor Tower and she glanced at him in confusion. Sirius had been oddly quiet since breakfast.

"Sirius?" she asked her voice quiet. He stopped walking in front of her, and she walked up to him, looking at his face. His face was unfathomable and was she hesitated, silent for a few seconds. "Are you alright?"

"No." He growled out. She stood there, looking at him as he turned to look at her.

"Sirius, this isn't your fault."

"How can you know?" He asked. "What if this is my family?"

"If this WAS your family, then they would have sent a message to you as a threat to me. Or not have even bothered sending me a message." Moria returned. "Whatever the case, your family wouldn't have sent a warning, and like James said, that threat didn't sound like a threat your mother or father would risk. Besides, you didn't recognize that handwriting as being any of their handwriting." She added. He frowned, looking away for a brief second and then looked at her, exhaling loudly.

"I won't let them…" He finally said and she looked at him as he cupped her cheek in his hand. "Whoever this git is, I won't let them hurt you. I promise." He finished. She smiled at him.

"I know you won't…but it would be nice to know who wants to hurt me. So I could throw a hex at THEM." She reprimanded and despite the severity of the situation, he laughed and gave her a soft look.

"Same old Moria." He murmured. She chuckled and gave him a smile.

"Same old me."

Weeks passed by and the usual hustle and bustle of classes starting back up again resumed. For those taking OWLs and NEWTs the thought of the work seemed to be getting long and endless. Remus, Peter, and Alice were informed of the threat as soon as they arrived back and like the others were just as worried over Moria. However they were soon consumed with their work and studying. It had nearly been two months and the beginnings of spring were becoming evident. Moria currently was sitting in a small forested area, studying during her free time and doing homework, as she normally did. Ashes was lying next to her, purring contently. Moria blinked and looked up at the sound of footsteps, at first expecting Sirius, however her calm demeanor changed nearly immediately as Dane walked up to her a cold expression on his face, but she couldn't miss the spark in his eye when he spotted her. He sneered at her.

"Well, well Prescott. Haven't seen you around lately…at least without your friends and boyfriend. Pity." He said as she got up. Ashes took one look at him and darted away.

"Pity? I see it as a blessing. What do you want Chamberlain?" she asked as she stood up.

"To talk."

"Well talk to someone else." She grumbled. She grabbed her bag and began to walk around him. He however grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back.

"Now Moria…no need to be rude." He replied calmly looking at her. She glared at him.

"Yes. I have plenty of reason to be rude. Let go." She hissed out, yanking her arm from his grip.

"You know I find it odd." He stated, playing with the cuffs of his shirt and looking around. Perfect. No one was around her. She was alone.

"And what would you find odd?" she asked sarcastically.

"That you would be without your body guards. Those four arseholes." He said walking around her as though he was examining her; a piece of meat just for him. She followed him around with her eyes, trying to keep her guard up. Still she snorted.

"They aren't my bodyguards. They're my friends and one of them is my boyfriend…and unlike yours, don't mind protecting their friends."

"How many did you sleep with to get them to be so…loyal to you?" he hissed out and she snorted looking at him coldly.

"Unlike you, I don't need to sleep with any of them for them to be my friends. Now if you excuse me-!" she began to say and turned around to walk around him. Her mistake. Before she could react he had spun her around and slammed his fist into her jaw. She crumpled to the ground like a doll. He shook his fist as though she had hurt it and then grunted slightly, picking her up, heading farther into the forest.

Slowly she awoke. Her head felt like it had been used as a gong, the pounding throb pulsating through her cranium. With a jumble of curses she sat up, rubbing the sore spot on her cheek. Oh when she got her hands around Chamberlain's neck-

At the thought of the Slytherin she looked up, her eyes, her stance ready for a fight. However, to her surprise, he no longer was there. In retrospect, it shouldn't have surprised her. She looked around and realized that she was no longer where she had been.

Now she was in a hole…literally.

The pit was nearly a foot taller than her, and wide enough to fit about four people in there. Roots of nearby trees jutted out of the dirt, darkened and stained by the unclean earth. Other than the screeching of birds, and the occasional sound of the wind fluttering through the tree limbs, no sound could be heard. No students, no school sounds, nothing.

"How far did this bastard take me?" She wondered as she frowned and looked up at the sky, and saw that it had been blocked by a thick amount of trees. She was farther into the woods.

"Hello?" She called out, but the sounds of birds were the only sounds that answered her call. Her frown deepened and she rubbed her arms, suddenly cold. She looked around and spotted a set of folded blankets, on top of them a couple of bottled waters, which had pinned a letter from fluttering away. Numbly she walked over to it and pulled the letter from its paperweight.

'Don't worry Pet. I'll be back for you.'

It was simple. Short. But the content of the words shook her and she slid to the ground, her eyes wide as she realized that Danee had been the one who had sent her the note at Christmas.

Shit…she was so fucking screwed.

Three days later:

He should have been there. Sirius stared out into the courtyard that revealed the forest edge. He should have made sure that she wasn't in any danger. No one had figured out who had written that note. And he had been so stupid to think that going to the library without her, didn't even think that that leaving her there was just an open invitation. He rubbed his face hard. He probably looked horrible, being unable to sleep really well.

"Dammit Moria…where the hell are you?" He whispered out, his voice barely audible, closing his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the memory of what Dumbledore had said the morning before.

"Quiet please." Dumbledore said in a stern voice, during breakfast. Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. Sirius however remained staring at his plate, already figuring out what the Headmaster was going to say.

"I am sad to inform you that one of our students, Moria Prescott, who most of you know well, has gone missing." He had to call order again when the students began talking. He continued in a grave voice. "Now if any of you know any details please do not hesitate to come to one of your teachers." He paused and looked around the room "We will find her. Thank you."

It continued ringing in his head. He couldn't believe that she was gone. That she had been gone for nearly three days. It was killing him. Where the hell could she have gone? They had found her wand near the tree she normally sat under whenever she was studying alone, and resting just a few inches away was her knapsack. But any other trace of her had disappeared into the brush. She never left anywhere without her knapsack. Or her wand.

"Padfoot." A voice said and he glanced up, spotting James. Behind him Peter and Remus were there.

"Yeah?" Sirius replied, rubbing the bridge of his nose again, standing up. He looked exhausted, James observed as he turned, looking at his best friend. Granted he couldn't really blame him, he probably would be the same way if Lily went missing.

"Nothing…say…why don't we go visit the kitchen?" James suggested, trying to get Sirius's mind off of everything. Sirius opened his mouth to respond.

"-saying, wherever Prescott is, she's getting what she deserves."

"Yeah, the slag should have realized she wasn't welcome here."

Sirius froze and turned slightly towards the group that was passing by while James frowned. It was a group of Slytherins and in the middle of the group was Dane Chamberlain. James then became aware of brand new problem: Sirius Black was storming towards the small group of Slytherin, anger incredibly clear on his face.

"Oh bollocks." James grumbled and dashed off after his friend, Peter and Remus close behind just as the other Gryffindor arrived to the group of Slytherins.

"Care to say that again?" Sirius growled out, just as James arrived. The group of Slytherin's glanced at him, though it was only Dane that smirked.

"Oh look, if it isn't Prescott's knight in shining armor." He teased. "Or is it her owner? I get those two mixed up so easily."

"Where the hell is she, Chamberlain?"

"Now why would I know that?" Dane asked, cocking his head to the side, a sneer on his face. "If I remember correctly, you warned me to stay away from her."

"Like that would have fucking stopped you." Sirius growled out, taking a step forward, threateningly. James grabbed Sirius's arm trying to pull him back, as the other Slytherins went for their wands. They were stopped by Dane, who gave a careless wave of his hand.

"Very true, Black. But it is a free world, and we're both in a school. I can't avoid her no matter how much you wanted me to."

"If she's hurt in any way-"

"You'll what? Attack me?" Dane asked, apparently unimpressed. "It's not my fault you didn't keep your bitch on a short leash." Sirius moved forward again, but once again was stopped by James. Dane seemed to not care a bit that he was playing with fire as he continued to throw insults at Sirius.

"Hmph. Wonder what she's thinking right now." He stated offhandedly and saw Sirius stiffen. He smirked. "Maybe she's wondering where you are. If you're thinking about her. Then again, maybe she realizes that mutts like her aren't really worth being thought about."

"Take that back."

"This coming from the man who is more concerned chasing shadows than trying to find her." Chamberlain teased. "Apparently that little mudblood dog of yours isn't your concern at all." He continued.

"You treat her like a dog one more time-"

"Wonder if she's like a bitch in heat." Dane mocked. "Woof."

With that Sirius snapped.

He cursed loudly, before wrenching his arm out of James's grip and slammed his fist into Chamberlain's face. It was odd, James realized, most of the time James would have been backing up Sirius, probably the second one to throw a punch. But this wasn't the time, and it wasn't helping Moria.

"Padfoot, stop! Let a teacher handle him!" he yelled. Sirius stopped, glancing at his friend. Chamberlain, taking this chance slammed his fist into Sirius's face, causing the man to stumble. Sirius cursed loudly and the two boys began fighting again. The other Slytherins seemed to be about ready to jump in on their ally's side, but were stopped by James, Peter, and Remus, who had drawn out their wands, hexes on ALL of their tongues. That is until they heard McGonagall.

"What is going on here!?" she yelled out. The boys separated but remain glaring at each other. The other remaining members of both party looked over to see the Head of Gryffindor storming towards them, a look of absolute anger on her face. James inwardly groaned.

This wasn't going to end well. At all.

A day later:

Moria sat in a corner of the hole that she had been in for four days, curled up. She didn't want to move, she just wanted to close her eyes and be somewhere else. Anywhere else. He was trying to break her. She was really beginning to hate dirt. It felt nasty, it looked nasty, and it TASTED awful. A part of her wondered what would have happened if she hadn't lived essentially on the streets for three years. Would she have done something stupid? Been crying and not trying to conserve her energy at all? Not have forced herself to yank out tree roots and eat the damn things even though they tasted awful? Not realize that Dane had placed different charms to both hide and trap her in here

Slowly she opened her eyes when she heard the sound of a twig snapping. She glanced up and felt a chill travel up her spine as she locked eyes on ice-cool blue eyes, staring at her as though she was a sacrificial lamb. She curled up tighter, glaring at Dane as he transfigured a root taking a step onto it and making his way down.

"Chamberlain." She growled.

"Moria."

"Get the fuck away from me." She warned.

"And here I thought some company would be welcomed." He stated, ignoring her warning. "Especially after being here for four days." He continued, sitting next to her. She snorted and glared at him.

"And whose fault is that?" She snarled. He shrugged, moving his hand to touch her hair. She jerked away from him.

"Get away from me or else." Moria warned. He merely looked at her.

"Or else what? You'll call for Sirius? Hate to break it to you, but he's not coming. You've been calling for him for days. And he hasn't come for you then. No one is coming for you. You're mine, Pet." Dane stated his voice smug and arrogant.

Moria simply sat there, frozen, with her eyes wide and staring at the ground as Dane moved closer to her. He pulled her hair-band out and began playing with her hair. He moved over, leaning closer towards her. She moved back, glaring at him.

"Leave me alone, I'm warning you." Moria angrily growled.

"You know you like it."

"Get the fuck away from me." Moria growled out. He seemed to continue to ignore her.

"All you have to do is become mine in body, and I'll let you go." He suggested. She stared at him in shock, looking as though he had lost his mind.

"Let me get this straight. You KIDNAP me…just to convince me to have sex with you." She stated in disbelief. He merely shrugged as though he had done this before. She wondered if he HAD done this before. Her grip on her knees tightened, and she slowly put one of her hands down, digging her fingers into the dirt.

"Don't worry. It only hurts at first." He stated, leaning over in front of her, his breath warming her face. She however smirked.

"I hate to break it to you Chamberlain." She stated, her voice low. "But you AREN'T my first…" Her eyes grew hard in anger. "and you will NEVER touch me like that."

"Don't be like. I can see that you're shaking in excitement." Dane teased.

"No, that's the anger and my wish to pummel the very existence out of you trying to break free." Moria growled out, her hand finally having a substantial amount of dirt in its grip.

"You can't keep refusing me." Dane said maliciously.

"Watch me." She snarled and swung her hand up, smacking him in the face with her hand and the handful of dirt. She scrambled away from him and began to make a mad dash towards the transfigured root. Her breath left her in a whoosh as he tackled her to the ground.

"You're going to regret that." He snarled. She made a grunting sound as he began to twist her left wrist. Finally she felt the bones in her wrist give, the familiar sound of snapping filling her ears before agony flooded her symptoms. She let out a short scream, as he chuckled into her ear.

"You have such a lovely voice." He whispered into her ear, sniffing her hair. She jerked away from him, a short snarl escaping her lips. He pulled her to where she was pressed down on her back. He was leering at her, and she began to struggle.

"Get o-" Before Moria could say anymore, Dane had his mouth on hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. Her eyes widened in shock and disgust before she bit down on his tongue. He cursed and jerked away, smacking her across the face. Blood dripped down onto her face as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed. His grip tightened on both her wrists and she made a whimper sound, as pain coursed through her system again. He glared at her angrily, gripping her cheek hard.

"Try that again, and I'll rip your teeth out." He warned. "We can do this the easy way…or the hard way. Either will hurt…but if you want to do it the hard way it will hurt ten times more." He warned. She was silent, her eyes glassy. Apparently thinking she had learned her lesson, he bent down again, his mouth brushing against her neck. She scrunched her eyes closed as she felt teeth graze across her flesh, struggling to free her good hand, which he conceded to get a grip on her skull.

She kicked, pushed on his shoulder, trying to get him off to no avail, and she began to use her good hand to search for anything to defend herself with. Finally her hand found something solid. His hand crept down and played with her waistband of her skirt.

"I said…GET OFF!" She screamed, and swung her hand up. The moment it collided with his face, she twisted whatever was in her hand. Warmth automatically dribbled down her hand and wrist. And he screamed.

The scream was the most inhuman scream she had ever heard and he almost flew off of her. She struggled into a sitting position, clutching her left arm to her stomach. And looking into her right hand she saw a root that she had pulled out early on to use as a pick of sorts. The pointed edge was covered in blood, staining the wood and her hand. She looked up at Chamberlain who was still screaming bloody murder, curled up and clutching the left side of his face. She scrambled to her feet, rushing to the root that he had transfigured to get down here and scrambling up the damn thing.

She was a fighter. She had had to learn how to fight on the streets, and back then she never backed down. All in all she hated running away. But she knew that she was at an extreme disadvantage. She only had one arm that was usable, and she had used up her strength that she had saved up in the three days fighting Chamberlain. And he was injured. Injured people lashed out and he definitely wouldn't care hurting her even more, if only to teach her a lesson. And a beating would have been the best outcome. She panted loudly, running blindly into the direction that he had come from. Tree limbs snagged her shirt and clung to her skirt, but she ignored them, only wincing when a branch slashed across her cheek. She began to breathe heavily trying to dodge the oncoming trees. She didn't even know if she was going the right way. She looked behind her to see if he was chasing her. She didn't see him, but as she looked behind her shoulder, her foot snagged a displaced tree root. With a short shriek, she pitched forward, rolling down the hill, and tumbling down peak. She slammed into the ground, hard. Light seemed to explode in her eyesight, before her vision went black. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the light blue sky and the last thing she heard was the sounds of birds, before everything went silent and the darkness dragged her away into the safety of her mind.

She didn't know how long she had been out. She just knew that she had a really bad headache and she ached everywhere as she began to regain consciousness. She also became aware of heavy panting and something dripping onto her forehead. Her eyes shot open in a panic, only to have drool drip into her eyes.

"Ugh!" She groaned loudly wiping the slobber away with the hand that she could actually still move and feel. She looked up and blinked in surprise at the figure that stood over her.

"F…Fang?" She murmured, her voice confused. The giant dog barked, more slobber dripping onto Moria, which she groaned in disgust.

"Thanks, Fang." She grumbled as she sat up using her good arm. "Lovely. I was stuck in a bloody pit for four days eating roots, I get my arm broken by a creep who tries to rape me, run off, fall down a fucking hill, and now I get drooled on. Thanks. Thanks a lot." She said. The dog rumbled, lying down and resting his large head on her lap and her annoyance walked away on quiet feet. Shakily, she ran her fingers over his head.

"I've had a bad week. Sorry for yelling at you." She reprimanded. The dog's tail began to wag and she let out a slight laugh.

"Fang!" She heard. Her heart began to thud in relief at the familiar voice as she looked behind her shoulder. "Musta jus missed 'im. Fang! F-"

The large gamekeeper turned around the corner, walking past the brush. He froze mid step, staring at her with a shocked look washing over his face. She offered a slight smile.

"Hi Hagrid."

"Moria? Merlin!" he exclaimed, rushing up to her. Fang let out a loud bark, his tag wagging as he moved away, allowing his master to help the teenage girl up. "Are yeh alrigh'?"

"I'm fine…" She murmured, cradling her broken wrist. He seemed to be perfectly fine in supporting her, though her pride wasn't going to let be picked up since she was conscious. She flinched nonetheless as the aches and pains began to set on them. "I'm still going to have to go see Pomfrey though. I know that."

"Who did 'his ter yeh?" Hagrid asked as he finally saw the castle. Moria offered a slight bitter laugh, and looked up at the gamekeeper, her eyes resolute.

"Chamberlain."

WELL I HOPE I GOT HAGRID'S DIALECT RIGHT _ . ANYHOO I REALIZED THAT I NEVER REALLY EXPLAINED HOW DANE LOST HIS EYE IN THE ORIGINAL WLoF. SO I CHANGED IT UP A LITTLE BIT.