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Chapter 6

Antonin banged against the door aggressively and hopelessly until his knuckles went red with blood, as Elanor took his hand over to the light to look at it, the twins put their ears against the door to try to listen to the conversation going on outside.

"Greyback." Ana remarked strongly, "I didn't expect to see you back so soon. Not after last time." They could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

"Little minds like yours are always so fun to mess with my dear." He remarked.

"I told you." She suddenly growled through gritted teeth, "I told you never to come back here!"

"I remember that night you know. Antonin said-"

"Leave my father out of this!" She yelled drawing her parent's attention to the door as Fred and George moved over so that they could all listen together.

"You were terrible that night. Do you remember what you did? Why I now have my own claw mark scarring my face?" He taunted.

"Do you think I would ever forget it?" She asked, incredulously "I'm not proud at all but you deserved it."

"I deserved it?" He asked slowly walking up to her, threateningly.

She stood her ground, "Yes."

Through the door, the Dolohov's heard scuffling on the ground and then a gag and some aggressively whispered words before a loud drop and crash which sent all of them running at the door to open it. After a minute they were able to find Antonin's wand which had rolled under the door during the outside confrontation. What they found outside made their blood run cold.

Ana was lying at the foot of the stairs with an obvious claw mark around her neck with her head in Theo's lap, on the other side of the room Greyback was trying in vain to get back up after being hit with a Confundus charm.

"Sasha!" Theo yelled, feeling some semblance of relief when Ana's house elf appeared in front of him looking distressed at seeing her mistress unconscious, "Ana's hurt, take her to her room and help her." He begged as she 'popped' away with Ana.

"Theo! What happened?" Elanor cried as she rushed over to the boy.

"Greyback tried to strangle her." Theo growled.

"I'll kill him." Fred and George growled together before a white light flashed behind their eyelids and they collapsed to the ground just like their sister had done moments before, although this time without the evil werewolf.

Angie suddenly popped into the room, "Angie sensed that her Masters was hurt. Angie is to help Masters Adrian and Michail," Angie announced one minute later, snapping her fingers to levitate the twins off of the floor.

Elanor tried to grab her sons, but the stubborn house elf already had them floating with her to Ana's room, knowing that for them both to heal quicker they would have to be closer to each other. Once she arrived, she encountered an argument between a clearly distressed Sasha and worried Theo.

"Master Dolohov will not be pleased with you, Mr. Nott," Sasha said, her tiny fists landing on her hips in an excellent imitation of Theo's godmother. "You should let me do my duty to heal my mistress." She ordered before seeing how distressed he was about Ana,

"Don't worry, Sasha knows what to do. She's been taking care of sick Dolohovs longer than you've been alive." She soothed softly but firmly.

Theo stared at the elf with pleading eyes for several seconds as the young witch in question floated in the air above her bed completely oblivious to the standoff going on around her. Neither relented. Theo refused to be ordered out of the room and the house elf refused to allow someone to tell her what to do against her own master's wishes when she clearly needed healing.

"You stay out here, Mr. Nott," Angie ordered from the doorway. "The young miss needs rest and healing to recover!" She told him as Theo sulked out of the room reluctantly.

Angie levitated the twins to land on Ana's bed as she cast a white bubble that surrounded the three teenagers and then left the room with Sasha at her side, ready for a serious talk with the senior Dolohov's.

A sharp poke in his ribs several hours later woke Lucius with an unpleasant jolt. If the damned elf hadn't cast a cushioning charm on him at the last second, he would've fallen flat on his face on the floor. Lucius glared up at the intrusive elf. Although he didn't mistreat the tiny creatures, he did not like getting woken up, no matter how uncomfortable he may have been.

Dobby was the exception.

"Master Voldy sent Angie to make sure that Mr. Lucius will be ready for important meeting dinnery thing here in half an hour. Master Voldy says that he has several annoying guests coming including your sister in law and that 'under no circumstances is he to hide himself away upstairs while I have to deal with Bella the Bitch alone'. Angie thinks that was exactly what Master Voldy said."

"Fine," Lucius grumbled, although he did snigger at the Bella the Bitch part.

He didn't want to entertain a bunch of Death Eaters for an evening after the past few days he'd experienced. Left to his own devices he could've easily slept until mid-morning if he hadn't been so rudely. While he chose out an outfit, he let his mind briefly wander. What would've happened if Snape hadn't listened to the twins? Would they be buried six feet underground somewhere, never knowing who they really were? He was distracted by yet another pop in the room,

"Angie thinks that Mr. Lucius looks very nice in the dark blue robes," the house elf called cheekily across the room when she decided that he had spent too long searching for the right articles of clothing to wear.