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Although Evie's foot had healed and she was now walking approved, she had parked herself on the couch and was aggressively playing her violin. Along with her violin, Remus had brought her every single piece of music that he could find stored in her room. She was on a playing marathon, playing everything that she had at least several times over. Even though she was playing constantly, it was decided that her playing was better than her screaming. Evie's mini trio was somewhere in the house, planning a trip to infiltrate the Ministry to see if they could find the documents that would point them in the right direction. Evie volunteered to stay behind, just to make sure that her foot was completely healed so as not to risk further injury…at least that was the excuse that she had used to stay behind and play her violin.

She watched the inseparable trio pack themselves under Harry's invisibility cloak with a small smirk. They had crouched down because the cloak was only large enough for a full grown man. Two grown men and a grown woman weren't exactly fitting like a glove. Evie heard two heads knocking together with two grunts following soon afterwards.

"I can't imagine the smell under there Hermione." She commented. Evie heard a little giggle from nowhere and heard them slowly shuffle towards the door.

"Will you close the door after us Evie?" Hermione asked. Evie hopped off of the couch, gently placing her violin down. She hobbled over on her heels with a small smirk and stood, slightly confused.

"Um…where are you guys?"

"We're away from the door, just open it and close it really fast." Hermione instructed her. Evie quickly did as she was instructed and gave them a few seconds to get out. She closed the door and assumed that the silence that met her ears meant that they were gone. She gave up the act and normally walked back to the couch to continue her playing. Evie had only just made it through the seventy third measure when there was an unusual knocking at the door. She instantly stopped, fearing that somebody had discovered them. Evie mentally slapped herself in the head as she gently set down her violin. Why did she have to play? She knew that it was dangerous and that they could all get into some serious trouble because of it, but she just had to play.

She slowly walked towards the door, keeping on her tip toes to try and not make a sound. Evie bit her lower lip as her right foot went over a particularly creaky floorboard. She stood completely still until she was sure that there wasn't a sound coming from her feet. She rushed to the door and peered out the peep hole. Surprisingly, there was nobody there. She raised an eyebrow, pulling back and then going back to the peep hole. It could be the trio back, probably forgot something. Just to be sure, even though it was against her best judgment, Evie slowly opened the door and poked her head outside. A gust of wind suddenly blew through the door and Evie slammed the door shut. That was no ordinary gust of wind. It wasn't even windy outside. Mysterious gusts of wind just didn't pop out of nowhere. Somebody was trying to get in.

Evie felt trapped, standing with her back against the door and no wand in her pocket. She could spy it over by her violin, but obviously her observation wasn't going to do her much good. There was somebody here; somebody that she couldn't see. Evie's breathing became erratic, her palms sweating as they pressed against the wood of the door. Footsteps suddenly started towards her and a small whimper escaped her lips. Her only shot at taking this thing down was to go for her wand. It was either that or possibly get herself killed.

Evie quickly made up her mind. She pushed herself from the door and went running for the couch. Before she made it even close to her wand, she was yanked to the ground. She fell with her face crashing down and somebody on top of her, holding back her hands. They pulled her head up by her hair, her nose starting to bleed from the sudden impact. There were suddenly two voices behind her, carrying on an almost silent conversation. The weight on top of her shifted and she was pulled to her feet, being held up by her invisible captor.

"Don't be afraid Evangeline." The voice was like cold velvet dragging across her ears. She was sad to admit, but she knew that voice all too well.

The invisibility cloaks were thrown off and Evie was confronted with a sluggish brute who was holding her and Lucius Malfoy who stood in front of her. He had that damn cocky smile on his face, holding his wand at the ready.

"Oh goodness, it appears that we've hurt you." He reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief to wipe away the blood. She turned her face away from him, although her eyes stayed glued to his face.

"You're a bastard." Lucius chuckled.

"If you insist." He muttered. "I must say that you look very good like this…trapped…your breathing heavy…when you come to be with Lord Voldermort, I will request to see you in this position again." Evie narrowed her eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Again, Lucius chuckled.

"You mustn't use that word, Evangeline. It is a very improper word for a young lady such as yourself to use."

"Well then what do you mean?" She asked harshly. The man holding her hands suddenly jerked her head back by her hair. She let out a scream, tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"You don't talk to Mr. Malfoy like that. You're a dirty bastard child…ain't got no right talkin' to him like that." He whispered into her ear, shaking her slightly to get his point across. Evie's tears quickly fell, the fear tightening her throat.

"Don't cry Evangeline." Lucius ran a gloved hand down her cheek and gently wiped away her tears. "I've never seen you smile…very strange if you ask me."

"Nobody did." She muttered, surprising herself that she was still able to speak. Lucius shrugged his shoulders.

"No matter…" Evie was starting to violently shake under his fingertips. His hand traveled lower, gracing her lower stomach and lifting her shirt up slightly to feel her skin. His leather gloved hand moved up her belly and a lone finger traced the underside of her breast. She looked away, feeling sick to her stomach as he grabbed her and fondled her. "You have a wonderful body Evangeline." Lucius muttered, entranced by his hand's slow and almost painful movements.

"Stop it…please." She begged, giving up being tough. He gave her one last painful squeeze before he slid his hand from underneath her shirt. She whimpered, the feeling of violation making her shudder. Lucius grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"When you come to us, my Lord and I will both have you." He told her, jerking her face away and taking a small step back. His eyes went to the man behind her, giving him a nod. Evie furrowed her brow together before she felt a tingling in the back of her head. Her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground. Everything was painful and black.

It wouldn't be for another two hours before Evie was brought to a slow wakening thanks to a loud scream.

"Evie! Oh my God!" Harry helped her to sit up as she unevenly blinked, the light of mid afternoon making her hold a hand up to her eyes to keep the sunlight out. Hermione crouched down next to her, taking a quick pulse when she saw that the color had faded from Evie's cheeks. "What happened to you?" She asked. Evie slowly shook her head, looking around the room with wide eyes. Nothing had been touched in the room and the door had been shut; Lucius hadn't done anything but leave.

"He was here." She muttered, pushing herself away from Harry and scooting back towards the couch. She hugged her knees to her chest, her entire body shaking as her mind replayed the events of earlier that day. "He…he got into the house and…we have to leave now…we have to leave tonight or else he'll come back and…" She buried her face between her knees and let out a soft sob. Hermione hugged her as she continued to cry. She didn't need to say anything. All three got the message, but it was still to be determined who the man was.

"Go get our things together, we have to leave tonight." She commanded.

The two boys disappeared and started rummaging around the house to decide what to leave behind and take with them. Hermione turned towards her, brushing the hair from her face.

"Who was it?" She asked quietly. Evie wiped away her tears, shaking off her shaking shoulders.

"Lucius Malfoy…I want to kill him." She muttered. Hermione nodded with a smirk.

"There might be a line." Evie smirked.

"I'm not surprised." She said. Hermione patted her shoulder.

"I think you could probably convince people to go ahead and let you kill him…he's never acted like this before." Evie raised an eyebrow.

"He's probably not getting a whole lot at home." She muttered. Hermione laughed.

"Don't worry, we'll get out of this house and get going." Evie nodded, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To the countryside, we're going to have to camp out in the woods and…you and Harry can't use magic so that we don't get detected." Evie's jaw dropped.

"You can't be serious…no magic at all?" She asked. Hermione shook her head.

"I'm afraid so. We can't take any chances…just in case they find us." Evie let out a heavy sigh.

"God this sucks…"