The farm was completely chaotic for the entire day as Order members packed as fast as they possibly could. The day was yet again quite hot and with no air conditioning in the cottage everyone was sweaty and irritated by the stupid accident that was forcing the move. The food storage in the windmill had to be shrunk down, most of the comforting items like blankets and kitchenware had to be reduced as well. The well-established rooms were stripped clean of personal items hung on the walls.

I begrudgingly started with my own things in Hermione's room to avoid the horrible glares of the other members. My mind was preoccupied by the reality that once we moved then Draco really would not be able to find me if he changed his mind and came looking for reconciliation. I had considered finally giving up on the British wizarding war and going home to France, but now for the first time I felt attached to it all. I wanted to stay. Draco was involved and I wanted to be as well, despite his rejection I couldn't stand the thought of leaving him behind in such horrific circumstances. I would fight with Harry and the Order, and hopefully Draco would survive in the end if we were able to gain freedom for the country.

There was a very long pause in my progress when I came across the photograph taken on the day we drove to France. I found it in the pocket of a dress that I had changed into and slumped onto the bed crying obnoxiously. I knew everyone could hear my wailing and at one point a loud bang of a fist erupted on my door, shaking the fragile wood in place and threatening the latch's integrity.

After almost an hour had been wasted I found the strength to finish packing my things, as well as several items of Hermione's that seemed like they should have been brought as well.

When nightfall came we were all clustered in the now barren living room, sullen, silent. Harry, Ron and Ginny finally returned at a very late hour and half of the Order members were snoozing in upright positions when the door banged open. Harry hovered in the doorframe for a split-second, staring at all of us with a tired expression, "Alright then, no sense in wasting time."

He gestured assertively out the doorway and we all grabbed multiple bags and trudged out the door. Ron and Ginny were arguing in the field a few meters out as the gang of Order members approached them with bleary eyes.

"You heard Harry, he's made up his mind. She's coming," Ron growled.

Ginny slapped her thighs in aggravation, "And how many more times will we have to move because of her?" When she saw me she pressed her lips together with a cruel glance, "Come here Madeleine, we have to cuff you again." She ripped my arm very hard and clasped on a magic-reducing cuff, then proceeded to do the same with my other wrist. The metal was painfully tight and I grimaced, looking down at my newest confinements.

We all split ourselves up into groups of three or four to grab onto Harry, Ron and Ginny for the trip. I moved away from Ginny who was giving me a warning eye not to touch her, and reluctantly pawed at the hem of Ron's dirty grey sweatshirt. He didn't look at me as we disapparated, reappearing in the center of a decaying theatre.

It resembled something that might've been seen in a Phantom of the Opera movie, except much more clownish in design. It was as though the interior designer had been limited to the color choices typically found in contemporary children's playgrounds. Thousands of bright pink seats were arranged in an arcuate formation facing towards the dark, recessed stage that we were standing in, framed by golden paneling.

It was eerie, and silent, as though we were putting on a play for invisible guests. My spine tingled uncomfortably as I blinked up into the darkness of the empty seats looming down at us. Obnoxious purple staircases ran up along the sides leading to higher and higher levels of seating. Regardless of the odd hues integrated into the space it was antiquated, likely from the turn of the 20th century. The ornamentation in the architecture was dictated by now crumbling Edwardian décor and the familiar stench of must and rot permeated throughout.

Harry rolled his neck, "Welcome to the fucking Hulme Hippodrome. It's going to be a stark contrast to what we are used to. A couple of things, we are in - Seamus, are you paying attention?" He paused and we all turned to where Seamus was pulling on a rope that could literally be attached to anything in the tall ceiling above us. Everyone flinched and separated as though something heavy and murderous could suddenly drop.

Seamus sheepishly let the rope drop and turned to face Harry obediently. Harry cleared his throat and continued, "Right then, a couple of things. We are in downtown Manchester now. No more farming, so we will get supplies at nondescript local markets. If you leave the building be aware that Death Eaters could be anywhere. Always wear a hood and remember we try to leave in pairs. Secondly, no one, under any circumstances, besides myself or Ginny has the authority to release Madeleine from the shackles. We have set up a perimeter ward to mask our location, but it's likely not as strong as Hermione's at the farm and we don't want Malfoy finding us. Thirdly, no magic outside of the ward, and avoid it in here if you can. Find somewhere to sleep, try to get comfortable." With that depressing speech everyone began milling away to explore the monstrous abandoned building as Harry and Ginny turned to whisper amongst themselves.

I moved rapidly away, knowing that yet again I was about to start crying from the heartache and the recent news that I would be shackled for an unknown period of time going forward. I was beginning to once again cave to weak thoughts that I should've left for France and I had to forcibly brush them away as I climbed stairs behind the stage.

I wandered for a few minutes before finding a door with a rusted golden star on it. I shoved the creaky door open to find a dark room beyond with no windows. I cast a light with my wand and peered around a lavish dressing room. I quickly shut the door and locked it, then lit several of the large candles in front of the mirror, preparing to establish it as my own hideaway. I let my bag slide to the floor and collapsed on the chaise, pulling out the thin sheet I had brought along with me and succumbed to a new wave of self pity.

Time at the Hippodrome moved achingly slowly. I had no use of magic, no books to read, and everybody resented me. Harry gave me strict warnings that if I wanted to go outside I would need to be accompanied by multiple people and that it was ill-advised to do so in general. I had whined, certain that Draco would not be able to locate me in the cuffs, and with a dreadful feeling that he wasn't even trying to based on our break up.

I spent my days sketching in the notebook that had once belonged to Hermione, sitting in the center of the gaudy pink stadium chairs. It was that or dancing on the stage, until about a week in the Weasley twins thought it would be entertaining to enlarge a spider and slowly drop it down from the catwalks above. I had just barely escaped having it land on me in a horrific scenario and after that I decided not to dance anymore.

We were asked to attend mandatory team meetings in the evenings at the stage to discuss strategies. There was now two priorities: freeing the prisoners at the camp in Denmark, and then getting into Hogwarts to defeat the dark lord. Harry and Ginny managed to attain dated blueprints of the military base that was housing the prisoners on the first week, but by the second week they were returning upset and exhausted. Apparently the ward that Malfoy had set on the camp was eerily similar to the one set around the castle; it had Death Eater magic that could not be breached by someone who did not bare the dark mark, or so was the running theory.

After a month had passed at the Hippodrome people were not only feeling isolated and crazy, but impatient. On the twenty-eighth day we gathered bitterly in our typical circle, most people silently eating and looking down at the weathered floor boards.

Fred Weasley let out a loud sigh that drew eyes, "Harry mate, we've hit another wall. We need to figure this out, like yesterday."

Harry shook his head slowly, looking frail and thin, "I'm aware, I just don't know what we can do to get into either ward without a Death Eater. If it wasn't for Pansy, I'm beginning to think that Malfoy may have been our only chance."

My chin trembled slightly at the dropping of his name. I was still crying myself to sleep despite a month having passed since seeing him. I was terrified of the day that I started to forget what his deep voice sounded like, or the signature blue of his beautiful eyes. Embarrassingly, I had been sketching him over and over like an absolute lunatic. The solitude of the Hippodrome and not being able to go outside, alongside dealing with a life-shattering heartbreak, had arguably been driving me slightly insane. Several eyes landed on me and my face burned as I looked away at the rotting curtains next to me.

Ginny let out a sharp, infuriated groan, "We need help.."

It was silent. My mind let off a sudden spark as I realized a possibility.

"I will do it. I will get us in," I announced, garnishing rude snickers from people.

Harry winced at me, "Madeleine, no offence, but what do you have to offer this situation? We can't even take you out of those cuffs."

I inhaled calmly, "I will take de dark mark. Dey 'ave accepted me already, and dey want to use my magic as a weapon. It is a small price to pay for access to dese barriers."

I was surprised when Harry nodded slowly, his green eyes flittered around on the ground before him as though his thoughts were written out there. "It's not that small a price, you understand that right? It will change you." Ginny snorted next to him.

"I realize dat," I weakly replied, knowing full well what living with a mark was like. Of course the notion scared me to my core, but it was our only chance. Draco had told me that his own mark made him feel sick and angry constantly and I was definitely afraid of what it might do to me. I was already temperamental and sensitive.

It was simply too risky to try and establish a double agent with any of the existing Death Eaters, but it was likely that they would accept me as one of their own greedily. I didn't know if Malfoy had informed them of our separation, but I was banking on his predictable personality being too proud and private to disclose anything.

"Do you know where to go, to get this mark?" Ron queried from Harry's other side. For once he was not barking at me in his usual format.

"'ouse of Black", I replied, thinking back to what I knew of Draco's bloodlines. Bellatrix Lestrange would no doubt take pleasure in ensuring that I was marked at my request. This was, naturally, if she didn't kill me or torture me for fun.

"Okay...okay..." Harry's voice came out lighter and filled with a hope that no one had heard in a long time, "Here's the plan. Madeleine gets marked, or at least tries to. You will all wait at the point we have established outside of Hesselø for a maximum of two days so we can rendezvous afterwards. Alternatively, I will wait at the old farm."

Ginny cut into him aggressively, "Why would you wait at the old farm apart from us?" Her voice dripped with worry at whatever he was about to suggest.

Harry ran a hand through his long dark hair and the pink lightning strike jumped into view momentarily, "Honestly, I've known this day would come for a long time. It has to be sacrificial - the way we get into the castle. Voldemort has to think he has won."

Ginny stood and Ron sat up more sturdily from where he had been slouching. "Sacrificial?" he shouted in horror, "What the ruddy hell does that mean, mate?"

Harry turned to look at Ron seriously, "I've been using Occlumency to watch his mind when I'm away from the safehouse. When he captures me, he plans to make my death a historical event. He'll need time to prepare, days at least. We'll have a few days once he has me and he'll be quite distracted, then we storm the castle when he least expects it. I may even be able to break free before then, and if not I'll already be on the inside for the fight."

The sound of dripping water far away in the corner of the room was all that could be heard as everyone gawked at Harry. He continued perseveringly, "Madeleine will come to Hesselø and break the ward, allowing you in. You all need to free the prisoners and prepare for battle. Then she will come to the farm to meet me, and surrender me to Voldemort at Hogwarts, effectively gaining his trust. It's the only way. You'll have a few days to rebuild our ranks with the lost prisoners, and then come to Hogwarts."

Ginny was opening and closing her mouth to protest as I nodded fervently, "Okay, den I will leave now." I stood and made to go back to my room to prepare to visit the gruesome House of Black, where it was entirely possible that I would not come out alive.

"Madeleine," Harry called and I turned my head to the side slightly, "Thank you. We won't forget this."

forget this."/p