"What have I done, what have I done," I muttered wildly, looking around the station. I had completely ruined everything. Thanks to me, Voldemort would never be defeated; The Diadem had gone to the Death Eaters.

Who knows, they may show it to Voldemort. He would realise that the Horcrux were being hunted. He would call them all in, and Harry would lose. Why was I such a douche?

"Ally calm down, we'll be able to get it back," Ginny said comfortingly.

"No, we won't!" I snapped. "What do you propose? We stroll up to Malfoy Manor and rummage through the lost and found?"

"Hey, don't blame Ginny. It's not her fault," Neville scolded.

"You're right it's all mine," I said, beginning to hyperventilate. I lay down on the stone floor and curled up into a ball. "I've ruined everything. There's no way I can get it back."

A new pair of feet came into view. "What's wrong with her?" Oliver asked.

"Luna was kidnapped, she took Ally's bag which had some top secret crown in," Ginny said, sounding very frustrated. I sat up and glared at her.

"Well, your Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter," he whispered. "Can't you just speak to a Death Eater or something."
"They all hate me," I sighed, flopping back onto the ground.

"I thought they passed you on an apparation test?" Neville asked.
"Scaboir did, but he could be anywhere," Ginny answered. I smiled happily to myself and shot up. I grabbed my trunk off Oliver and shrank it, before skipping away.

"Wait," Neville called, chasing after me. "Where are you going?"
"To find Scaboir," I said simply. "He told me before he's in The Giants Beanstalk, or something like that, a lot. He might be able to tell me where the bag is."

"And where Luna is," Ginny butt in excitedly.
"Things happen for a reason," I said. "Luna stays where she is."

"The bag was taken for a reason."
"Yes, the reason being that Luna was silly enough to buy me the same bag as her own," I said. "But Scaboir told me where he would be for a reason."

I smiled at them triumphantly before strolling through the barrier into Kings Cross. Neville followed me through and grabbed my arm.

"So what's the plan?" he asked, as Ginny appeared beside him.

"You're not coming," I said. "It's not your problem. Besides, it's too dangerous!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "She's turned into Harry."

I glared at her again but then realised that she was right and, to be honest, I did need them. There would be no way I could do this alone. It was going to be very dangerous. We would have to enter into a building of Death Eaters, find and quiz Scaboir, find the Diadem and then leave unscathed. It would be near impossible to do as a group, never mind alone. I sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but just so you know, this is going to be really dangerous."
"I don't care," Ginny said confidently. Neville nodded in agreement.

We took a taxi and went to a hotel to prepare. I always kept a lot of muggle money on me; you never knew when you would need it.
I messaged Sirius and The Weasley's and told them that we would be home late. I received angry and worried Patronus' back, but we just ignored them.

The disguises for Neville and Ginny were extremely difficult. They had to look scary enough to ward people away, but normal enough to not stand out. I however had to go all out. Tight black shorts, high heels, the lot. I wasn't too happy about the plan, but it was the only one that had a chance of working.

At Nine O'Clock, we packed up our things and apparated to Diagon Alley. I didn't actually know where The Giants Beanstalk was, so we would have to wander through Knockturn Alley to find it.

It was absolutely freezing. The cold December air whipped around my bare legs causing me to shake profusely. But it was my own fault I was in this situation.

I was pretty happy I had the Troll disguised Neville by my side. I would have never been able to walk through the dodgy cobbled streets without him.

After about Ten minutes we found the pub near the entrance of Horizoned Alley.

"Ok, you know the plan," I whispered to Neville as we neared the door.
"You go in first, sit down quietly. When I give the signal, then follow."

I hung back slightly and pretended fumble in my bag for something. Once three hundred seconds had passed, I took a deep breath and went inside. It was barbaric. I must have been the only girl there, except for Ginny who was disguised as a hag. I heard a cry of pain and realised I was wrong.

In the booths there were loads of girls a little older than me. I assumed they were muggles as they were shrieking helplessly, trying to get away from the men casting various curses at them.

I wanted to help them; I needed too. But the Diadem was more important. Maybe I could help them on the way out... I swallowed my morals and strolled over to the bar.

"Hey!" I called to the bartender. He was cleaning the glasses with a dirty rag. Note to self: drink out of the bottle.

The bartender strolled over and gave me a lazy grin. "What can I get ya?"

"It's more of a who. Scaboir? I don't know his first name. He's got brown hair, stands quite proud."
"Who's asking for me?" Scaboir's voice called from a huddle of men near the bar. The chatter seemed to die down slightly and many eyes turned to face us.

I gave him a smug smirk. "Hello," I smiled, careful not to show my teeth. Evil people never seem to smile properly.

"What are you doin' here?" he asked, swaggering over to me.
"I was in the neighbourhood, had nothing to do, thought I would stop by..." I turned around and faced the bar, leaning up against it. He came and stood beside me and rested his arms in front of him.

"We both know there's another reason why you're here," he said.
"Is there?" I asked, turning toward him with questioning eyes.

"Scratch," he called, to the bartender. "Two Dragon Whiskeys."

"Dragon Whiskeys?" I asked, with an amused grin.
"Firewhisky has got nothing on these."

He took the drinks off the bartender and gave him the money. They were unfortunately in a glass. At least this gave me a reason not to drink.

"So, what are you up to these days?" I asked him, sitting down at one of the tables. He gave me a confused look, but still sat down with me.

"I'm a snatcher," he said, as though he was asking a question. "I snatch people."

"What so you just walk up to people and take them?" I asked. He nodded, looking very proud. "Don't they put up a fight, what happens to their wands?"

"We snap them most the time, or keep them." he opened up his cloak to reveal a small collection of battered wands.

"What about their things? Their money and possessions?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent. He seemed to buy it.

"We keep what we find. Sometimes, if I like what I see, I can take it off one of the blokes. I'm the leader you see."

I smiled at him flirtatiously and leant in closer. He drew in too until we were nose to nose.

"I'm going to ask you again," he whispered. "Why are you here Tonks?" he motioned down to his wand which was pointing at me under the table.

"You should have seen that one coming," he smirked.

"I did." I hit my wand, which I had pulled out a long while ago, lightly against his leg. He laughed loudly and then drew back.

"So reason?" he took a swig of his whiskey. "Or am I going to have to tell this room full of Death Eaters that there is a traitor in their mist."

I was expecting this, well, I hoped for this. Now I was able to execute the plan.

I sighed in contempt. "I've had a rough few months," I muttered, looking down. "I've just been so lonely and I've been missing something. I knew you were here, and I thought you'd be able to give it to me." I smiled slightly and looked up at him through my lashes. He was grinning down at me.

"I've got a room upstairs," he offered.
"Perfect," I smiled standing up. He followed my lead, but went over to his table.

"Down interrupt me boys, I've got business to attend to." His group of snatchers cheered as he waggled his eye brows suggestively.

Scaboir put his arm around me and led me to the old staircase. I drummed my fingers against my leg, signalling that Neville and Ginny should let of the diversion and follow.

My stomach began to churn slightly as Scaboir opened his bedroom door and guided me inside.

"This is my place," he whispered, pushing himself against me so I was sandwiched against the wall.
"It's very nice," I said, brushing my mouth against his. His breath stunk of cigarrettes and beer.

He put his hand on my waist before suddenly flopping down on top of me. He had been stunned. I pushed him off roughly and looked to the door.

"Where have you been?" I asked, Ginny and Neville who had arrived in the nick of time. Neville and I tied Scaboir to a chair while Ginny secured the area.

"Did it all go ok?" I asked them.
"Yep, they're all drunkenly duelling their heads off," Neville smiled. "No one noticed us slip away."

"Great, let's revive him before our time runs out," I said, pointing my wand at Scaboir. He muttered to himself quietly before jumping up quickly.

"What the -" he said, looking around at his new surroundings. "What did you do?"

"You were right," I said, lazily twirling my wand in my hand. "I do have another motive for being here. Today my friend Luna Lovegood was kidnapped from The Station -"

"And you want me to tell you where she is?" he asked in a bored tone.
"No, I want to tell me where her bag is or, even more conveniently, the tiara that was in there."

He smiled at me tauntingly. "I did see a crown, it was blue."

I held my wand to his face. Ginny and Neville did the same. "Where is it?" I growled.

"Answer me this," he said, as though I had not just spoken. "Why would you risk your life for some silly tiara?"

"Why would you risk yours, capturing people for a few Galleons?" I retorted.
"Touché." He smiled slightly, this time it was a real one. "Well, they killed my parents and my little sister. Now just my brother remains. He'll end up the same as the rest of them if I don't snatch."

I stared at him in shock, not believing that he had just casually said that.
"How come this wasn't in the books?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself.

"What books?" Scaboir and Ginny both asked simultaneously.
"I meant why didn't you tell me? Why didn't I hear that?"

"No one ever asked," he shrugged sadly. "My brothers about your age, in Slytherin." he said quietly.

My heart went out to him. Neville must have notice my expression as he tugged my arm.

"You're seriously not buying this are you?"
"He seems genuine," I said defensively. I turned back to Scaboir. "Please help us find the Diadem. It will help us bring down the people who killed you family."

He snorted but then sighed in defeat. "Under the bed."

Ginny pulled back the covers and pulled out a suitcase; I opened it up. Inside was the sparkling blue Diadem.

"Now, you need to go out the front entrance," Scaboir informed us. "There's no Apparating for a half mile radius. And don't let no one see the crown. We promised we'd split the profits."

"Great, just Great," I muttered, shoving the Diadem into the bag. "Do you want to be knocked out or something?"

"It would be much appreciated," he said, smiling slightly.
"Neville you do it. I'll see if the coast is clear."

I crept over to the door and stuck my head out. It was quiet; too quiet considering there was a bar brawl going on downstairs. The only noise was a few muffles and screaming coming from the room next door.

I knew I shouldn't have, but curiosity got the better of me. I took off my heals so I wouldn't make a noise, and opened the door quickly.

One of Scaboir's snatchers was in there trying to force himself onto one of the muggle girls. Her nose was bleeding from where he had hit her.

"Incarcerous," I called. Ropes flew out of my wand and bound him to the floor. I knocked him out before turning to face the girl who was cowering in the corner.

"Listen, you need to hide. There's no safe way to leave right now," I told her. "Lock yourself in a broom cupboard and when morning comes leave, ok?" She nodded numbly. "Come on."

I led her out of the room and pushed her into the broom closet next door. Neville and Ginny were both waiting for me with impatient eyes.
"Was that necessary?" Neville whispered, altering himself slightly.

I shrugged. "Now we need to act as normal as possible. We'll just go down together and then stroll out the door. As soon as we're out, we'll run." They nodded.

I picked up my shoes from the floor and walked down the stairs with my head held high.

As soon as we came into view, the room stopped talking and stood up. Oh crap, we were in big trouble.

We began to walk faster with the feeble hope that we could get away. A few Death Eaters stood in front of the door, the rest circled around us.

"Where's Scaboir?" Greyback asked, pushing his way through the crowd.
"He's upstairs. He threw up," I said strongly, trying to edge us forward.

"Is that so?" he grinned. He went into his pocket and pulled out a black dragon skin wallet. I heard Neville gulp beside me.

"You see, your friend left this in his seat. Must have slipped out but look;" he opened up the wallet to reveal a photo of Neville, Ginny, Luna and I taken last summer.

"Now this girl here," he pointed at Luna. "Was captured today. And you're this one. This has to be you," he said, pointing at Neville. "And judging by your red hair, you must be the Weasley girl."

"And your point is?" I asked ignorantly. "I just came here to see an old friend, I made them tag along. It's Christmas eve so..." The crowd moved closer toward us.

"Why the disguises?" a Death Eater I didn't know asked. "You're up to something. I think a trip to Malfoy Manor would be quite beneficial." I clenched my wand in my hand.

"Blow the door up on three," Neville whispered to Ginny and I. "One, Two, Three..."

"Mombarda Maxima!" we cried. The entire front wall crumbled down. Pieces of Debris fell on the Death Eaters near the exit, giving us the path the escape.

We ran forward and turned left, delving into the winding Alleys. I blindly shot curses behind me at the following Death Eaters.

A few smarter ones were doing that travelling smoke thing, making it impossible to escape them.

"Are we just supposed to sprint for half a mile?" Neville asked breathlessly.
"We need to get to Muggle London," I said pointing to a sign. "There may be cars."

We made a sharp left down a small gap between two buildings and began to race down them. In the distance i could see the glint of a street lamp, but it was too far away. They were gaining on us.

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving you. Just follow me," I called, running faster. I had never used the Vampire's speed before. I don't think it was that much faster than a normal run, but hopefully it would give us the edge.

I sprinted toward the light and found myself in a small street. There was a small battered car in the corner. I prayed that it worked.

I smashed the window and opened the lock before pulling down the plastic under the steering wheel. There was probably a way of doing this magically, but I had no idea. I didn't really have a clue now.

This was just guess work from when I saw Jack do it three years ago. I ripped the two red wires before twisting them together. I grabbed the brown one and tried to ignite the engine, but I would not work.

"Quick Ally, They're coming," Neville said, jumping into the car. Ginny came beside him and sat in the backseat.
"Ally!" she screamed, pointing her wand at a Death Eater who had come up to her window.

I wet the coil slightly and twisted the two together. The weak engine ignited. I sat on the seat and put the car in reverse. I pushed down on the accelerator but the car stalled.

"No, no," I shouted, kicking the wires. The engine restarted just as the Death Eaters began to surround us.

"Go, Go, Go!" Neville screamed, firing curses out of his window. I remembered to press the clutch this time and the car successfully reversed. Ginny and I screamed as a Death Eater hit the back window and was thrown over the bonnet.

I spun the wheel around and turned down another Alley which would hopefully lead to a street.
The flying Death Eaters were still following us, but I had no time to worry about that.

"Won't it go faster?" Neville called as the engine whined in protest.
"I don't know I can't drive!" I shouted, sharply turning around a bend.

"You can't drive?" He asked angrily.
"Well it's this or run, your - Oh my god!" Three Death Eaters suddenly appeared in front of the car, blocking our exit. "Screw it." I cried ramming into them. They tried to throw a curse at the car, but I amazingly swerved it and drove down another alley way.

"Al!" Ginny cried, pointing in front. It was a dead end and the only thing at the other end was a thick brick wall.

I slammed my foot on the breaks, but nothing happened. I must have cut the break wires by mistake.

"What do we do?" Neville asked. "Transfigure the wall?"
"We'll still crash into the interior. We take a chance," I held out my free hand to them. "Let's pray we're half a mile away." We were about twenty metres from the wall.

"We're not apparating," Neville screamed as the wall became extremely close. It was only away ten metres away now.

"It's our only chance." Five metres... Three...

I grabbed their hands and thought of The Burrow before turning desperately in my seat.

I screamed in pain as my nose came in contact with something very hard. I sat up and found myself lying on the Kitchen table in the Burrow.

Mrs Weasley and George were sitting with startled expressions around me. I looked to the corner and saw Ginny standing fine, but Neville was still lying on the floor, covered in blood.

"Has he splinched?" I asked, hopping of the table and running desperately toward him.

"What is going on?" Mrs Weasley shouted, running over to Neville. Mr Weasley, Charlie and Fred all ran into the room at the sound of the commotion.

"Where have you been?" Mr Weasley asked, running over to Neville with a potion off the shelf.

"I had to retrieve something. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken them with me," I said quietly.

Fred walked over to me and lightly touched my nose. I hissed in pain.
"Just as I suspected. It's broken." he took his wand out of his pocket. "Now this may hurt a little. Episkey."

My nose snapped back into shape. It did hurt, but for only a second.
"Scourgify," he whispered, cleaning the blood off my face.

"Thanks," I muttered. I smiled up at him, but I had to break the moment. Neville was in trouble.
"Is he going to be ok?" I asked Mrs Weasley.

"I don't know," she said, sprinkling dinity across his arm. "He should be ok, but he's going to need constant watch. What on earth were you doing?"

I sighed in defeat and pulled out the Diadem from under my jacket.

"We needed to get this back," I said, holding it up for them to see. The Weasley's gasped in shock.
"Wow," Charlie said, taking it off me. "This has to be worth thousands. How did you end up with it?"

"It's Harry's," Ginny explained "Or will be Harrys. You never actually told us what was really going on with it," she accused angrily.

"He needs it to kill you know who. He needs all the founders lost possessions," I admitted. It was kind of true.
"This is Rowena Ravenclaw's, isn't it?" Mr Weasley asked. I nodded.

"The Death Eaters stole it; it was in Luna's bag. Please don't tell anyone," I begged. "I know it's against the order, but it'll get back to Harry."

He nodded along with the rest of them.

"Arthur, Charlie, can you take Neville up to Ron's room? George, go up before hand and get rid of the silly ghoul," Mrs Weasley commanded.

They all bustled away, leaving just Ginny, Fred and I in the kitchen.
"Where are your things?" Fred asked, looking around the room for them.

"At our hotel," I cringed. I took out the key to the room and headed for the door. "I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Wait," Fred said, hopping up. "You can't go out, it isn't safe. Plus, you look a complete mess."

"Thanks," I muttered sarcastically as he took they key off me. Fred pointed down at my shirt which was covered in blood; it wasn't my own blood either. I gagged at the sight of it.

I went upstairs to take a shower, still shaking slightly. The adrenaline was fading away, leaving me to deal with my emotions alone. I didn't even bother to take my clothes off. I turned the shower to cold and just sat down on the floor.

Things were not supposed to turn out like this. Neville was not supposed to be on his death bed, young innocent girls were not supposed to be subject to such barbaric things. I scrubbed my arms quickly, trying to remove the Death Eaters tainted blood that wasn't there.

I heard a knocking on the door, but I didn't answer; I had no voice.
"Ally?" Fred voice called as he opened the door slowly, poking his head around. His eyes widened when he saw me. He ran over, kicked off his shoes and sat down next to me.

He pulled me into his arms as I began to sob.
I don't know why I was crying; we had succeeded. I just felt alone. Everything had just seemed to explode in the past few months. My life was boring before, but it certainly wasn't now. My life was a complete mess. But would I change it all?

I looked up to the soaked through Fred and decided no. even after everything, I would change a thing.

"Are you ok?" he asked, the cold water dripping down his nose. I smiled weakly and turned the shower off. We both got out and grinned at each other's state.

Fred was absolutely dripping wet; he looked like he had fallen in something. I couldn't even imagine what I looked like. My hair must have been everywhere and I was wearing mascara too. I cringed at the thought of my panda eyes.

"That wasn't such a good idea, was it?" he asked, gesturing to the shower.
"No," I laughed. "And the worst part is, I have no clothes. They're all at that bloody hotel."

"You can borrow some of my stuff," Fred said, crossing the hall into his room. He came back half a minute later with some old pyjamas bottoms and a huge black top.

"I'll just..." he said, awkwardly before leaving the room.
Once I was done, I was surprised to see that he was waiting for me outside.

"Ginny's going to go with Charlie in the morning to get your things," Fred explained.

"How's Neville?" I asked, desperately.
"Not too good, but he'll be fine." He grinned at me as a yawn escaped my mouth. "Get to bed, it is... 2:30 am, wow. Well, Merry Christmas."

:-:

I couldn't sleep. I had been lying in the camp bed in Ginny's room for two hours, but I just could not rest.

My mind would not stop thinking; about Harry and the snake he would encounter tonight, about Neville and his wounds, about me and Fred. I grunted heavily and crept out the room. My throat was dry and I needed some water, maybe that would help me sleep.

When I got to the top landing, I stood on an old floor board making it creek loudly.
"Who's there?" Fred called from his room. I poked my head around his door and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I needed a drink."
He held up his glass of water and beckoned my over.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from him. It tasted divine. I looked around the room and saw that George's bed was empty. Fred followed my gaze and pointed upwards.

"He's upstairs with Neville. I took the first watch until about twenty minutes ago, but I can't sleep," he shrugged.
"Me neither. Obviously," I added. Why did I sound like such a douche?

I sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed wistfully. A pregnant pause fell upon us.

"Thanks for today," I said quietly. "I would probably still be sitting in that shower right about now."
"No problem," he said awkwardly. He went to say something else, but then stopped himself, his ears turning pink.

"What?" I asked with a small smile.
"Nothing," he muttered.

"It's not nothing," I said, bring my feet on the bed. "Please tell me, I'm curious now and I -"

He leant forward and crashed his lips to mine, putting his hand behind my neck and pushing us closer together. It lasted just a second before he pulled away.

"You wanted to say that?" I asked breathlessly.
He looked down with a sad expression. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologising, you've done nothing wrong. I on the other hand..." I trailed off and looked at the floor. Man up, a voice said at the back of my mind. "I'm sorry," I said looking shyly at Fred. "Last summer, I - I just proved you right, that it was all just a game and I only liked you because you didn't like me... I don't know why I was such a bitch because the truth is..." I gulped nervously. "I love you?" it came out like an unsure question, but that didn't stop Fred from looking back up with a small smile on his lips.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that."
"I didn't say anything," I smirked. "I thought you said something."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. "I love you Ally."

His words completely sent me over the edge. I pushed forward and kissed him fiercely; pouring everything I had felt for the past year into the kiss.

I put my arms around his neck as he sat us upright until we were kneeling. I pulled back and smiled against his lips as his fingers found the hem of my, well his, shirt.

"Don't you -"

I didn't give him a chance to finish. I crashed my lips back onto his, Relishing in the fact that I finally felt happy.


Nawwww, they're finally together. It was a bit mushy for my liking, but there was no other way to do it really. And I do want to apologise for this chapter being quite dark. It gets lighter (for one or two chapters anyway.)
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