It's any parents worst nightmare to have someone turn up on your door step, faces grim as they looked at you, to know instantly that something is wrong. There had been many things Rose Evans had struggled through over the last few years, far from least the murder of her husband, but it was almost forgotten with the sheer panic she felt the moment that the words begun to tumble from Harold Potters mouth.

"Rose, its Lily… We don't know what happened, but she's missing."

Sitting on the edge of a single bed, Lily looked over the room once more. It was small with dark wood flooring, and light blue walls. There was little furniture, the bed and a matching beside table. She was given clean robes, but they were simple in design and definitely not her own. Nothing about this was her own, except perhaps the very situation.

In truth she couldn't really place where is had all gone so damned wrong. Probably her over eager excitement to see James, she'd so blindly believed it was him – who else would it be? It had taken her a while to realise he'd never even replied to her message. She'd been so desperate to see him, to escape her home, that she'd jumped into the arms of her captor. And now she was here.

No one had spoken to her, not a single word. She'd simply been put in this room and that was that.

"Are you sure?" James asked for the third time as he sat down opposite his brother Will, Sirius was beside him looking equally perplexed. James looked around the room, unsure how this all slot into place. "Will… That sounds a lot like Narcissa Black… soon to be Narcissa Malfoy."

"As in Bellatrix's sister?" Will asked his eyes turning to Sirius.

"My demented cousin, yeah, the one and only. Narcissa, she's… I dunno… But I wouldn't trust her," Sirius said grimly, he like the rest of his family had never been able to place Narcissa, Bellatrix was a parent pleasing Deatheater in the making, if not already. Andromeda was on the other scale of things, newly married to a lovely muggle man she had met. Narcissa was the youngest and quietest member of the black family, and she'd never given anything away easily.

"I think we need to trust her," Isabel stated from behind Sirius, looking at Will. "I mean, if she's done this of her own free will, she's risked a lot."

"I guess that's that then."

He sat in a crowded coffee bar, sipping on a coffee. It had been decided that he'd avoid the wizarding world, so instead he was sat in a muggle shop. A pair of jeans and t-shirt, nothing that stood out in comparison to the others who milled around, ordering drinks, sitting around and chatting.

It wasn't a long wait before the very reason for him being there turned up, and once again she took his breath away. Even now. Knowing why he was there, how much weighed on this meeting, and yet he couldn't help but be distracted by her beauty.

"Can we make this quick?" She said as she passed by his table, then lowered herself in the seat opposite him.

"Yes… I need to know everything you do, including how long she is going to be relatively safe." Will answered, doing his best to remain focused.

"Not long, two days at best, you have to hurry up if you expect her to survive this," her voice was clipped, impatient. She looked around before standing once more, turning her back on his. It was clear she thought she was leaving, Will had other ideas.

"Narcissa, don't make yourself part of this," Will told her quietly as he followed her out of the coffee shop, she turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "There's other options, you're what sixteen?"

"Seventeen, and don't tell me about my options Potter, you know nothing." Narcissa snapped back. "You've got my darling cousin on your side, see what his decision did to him? Because what I see is a broke little troublemaker, whose friends are going to die, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Then why are you here?"

She looked at him, through ice blue eyes, and he saw the fear in them, the absolute horror held in them.

"Because I know what they will do to her."