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Chapter 3

The Ball, a crisis, soon to grow worse

EVERYTHING (but Sandry) belongs to J.K Rowling.

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ENJOY!!!! Oh, and the characters are still being developed, so don't review this and say, 'your characters are horrible!' I still working on this! (It IS only my second fic..) =)

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Draco walked into Great hall the next morning to see Harry with his arm around Sandry. She was giggling with Hermione at some stupid joke Ron had just told. Draco scowled, and sat down next to Professor Snape. Sandry glanced at him, but he turned his head so he wouldn't have to look at her. "So Draco," Professor Snape asked, " who are you going to the ball with?" He spat the word 'ball' out. "Nobody.." Draco mumbled back. He looked over at Sandry, and saw her looking at him.

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Sandry couldn't tell what Draco was feeling. He had masked his face, and his eyes, so he showed no emotion. She sighed and smiled weakly. Draco glared and looked away. But she still saw it. A single tear dripping down his face. Her eyes softened with concern. Harry shook her (hard), trying to get her to focus on him again.

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Draco ignored her for the rest of the day, and avoided her as much as possible. He sat on a rock by the pond, his eyes closed, ears pricked for the slightest sound.

He checked his watch, and saw he had to get ready for the Ball. He got up and walked back to the common room.

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"Wow Sandry, your gorgeous!" Harry gushed as she walked down the stairs from the girl's dormitory. She was wearing a black velvet gown, which clung to the right spots and from the waist down flowed out like water. Her silver over jacket, long, with wide sleeves, dragged the ground, like some wedding dresses. She smiled, and they walked into the Great Hall. Every head turned in their direction. Sandry sighed. This is gonna be a loooong night...

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Draco saw some commotion in the entrance of the Great Hall, and saw Sandry. She looks like an angel, he thought.

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"Harry, I'll be right back," Sandry said and walked off to the bathroom. She walked by a miror and looked in. A totally different Sandry stared back at her. Her silky brown hair was pulled up in a bun, not a ponytail, like usual, and she was wearing makeup. How did Hermione,Pavarati, and Lavender get me in this stuff? She would never have been caught dead in makeup back home. She played basketball, Soccer, Football, and Quidditch. She liked sports, not magazines and makeup. She sighed, and wiped off the makeup. Much better! Sandry's bright hazel eyes peered back at her around her pale skin. She smiled, glad to herself again. She walked out of the bathroom, and as soon as she got four steps out the bathroom door, someone grabs her and wraps their hand around her mouth, and whispered a spell. Sandry started to drift off, and the only memories she could hold on to was the ones with Draco.

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Harry started getting nervous when Sandry wasn't back half an hour later. He found Hermione and asked her to go check the bathroom to see if Sandry was in there talking.

A few minutes, Hermione came out, alone, and said she didn't see anyone in their. Harry's eyes narrowed, and he whirled around, searching for Draco. He finally saw him talking to a Slytherin at the refreshment stand. Harry walked over, grabbed Draco and spun him around. "Where is she?" he hissed. Draco masked his emotions, but Harry noticed his skeptical look. "Where's who?" Draco shrugged Harry off his jacket. Harry narrowed his eyes. "Sandry. Where is she?" he hissed again. Draco's eyes widened. "Sandry? You don't know where she is?" Harry growled. "No, I don't. Do you?" The last phrase, he had a hint of hope in his voice. Draco nodded, eyes changing to gray. He storms past Harry, and runs down the halls, calling Sandry's name. Draco sighs, giving up, and walks to his dorm. He walks over to his bed, and notices a note. He raised and eyebrow, but picks it up, opens it, and begins to read:

Draco Malfoy,

This letter is to let you and Harry Potter know, Sandry Lionen has been taken. I have a Dylicital Charm, which tells you if she is still alive.

Try and save her, if you must.

Draco swallowed and tipped the envelope upside down. A necklace fell on the bed. He grabbed his owl, and wrote another letter, and attached the same letter he got to the owl. Draco then turned his attention to the necklace.He walked over to it, and saw it was a brass key that glowed with a strange light on it's own. He slipped it over his neck, and noticed how heavy it felt. He shrugged to himself and took off his clothes and stepped into the shower.The scalding water made his pale skin get red splotches, but he didn't care. He was too worried about Sandry.

Half an hour later, he stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his middle, steam swirling around his feet, his silver hair dripping on his forehead. He dressed in his pajamas (silver pants with a green silk top) and climbed into bed.

After tossing and turning half the night, he finally fell into a deeply troubled sleep, haunted by Sandry's scared face.

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Sandry woke up to a sharp pain going through her entire body. She groaned and slowly sat up. She looked down at her clothes: completely shredded. She rolled her eyes, and fixed her hair into a ponytail again, because it had fallen out. She stood up, and felt as if she had just come back from seven hours of basketball practice. Her dress was ok,(besides that it had a lot of slits in it now) but her top was in shreds. Thank goodness I wore a sports top under it! she thought. (Her sports top was a white sleeveless top that went to her waist) She sighed, and slumped on the ground. Weakly, she looked up and saw the moon, full, at the small window in the cell.Sandry then noticed the strange color of the small oval cell. It was light blue. With spots of yellow and green. She raised an eyebrow, puzzling the strange color of the wall. She shrugged and slumped on the ground. She was about to drift off when the door creaked open.

And there stood Voldemort.

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At breakfast the next morning, Harry walked over to Draco in the Great Hall. "Malfoy! I need to talk to you," Harry snapped. Draco smirked at Pansy and followed Harry out of the Hall.

Immediately, Harry grew worried. "Is that note real? Did you make it up?" Harry had a concerned note in his voice. Draco sighed. "Of course it's true. Sandry's missing. What are we going to do?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Us? I'm going to get Sandry back, you can't come!" Draco narrowed his eyes. "Potter, she's my only friend. I'm going," he said in a low, dangerous tone. Harry glared at him, then yielded. "Fine. Meet me by the lake in an hour. With a broomstick." Harry turned and walked away, leaving Draco standing there, smirking.

Maybe the potion wasn't needed.

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A/N- ok, the last sentence will have significance later on. Sandry's character will be known better later on. Draco is out of character cuz I WANT HIM OUT. If you don't like it,Tough. =) you don't have to read this.

R&R- No Flames, criticism will probably be ignored, unless it's good. =) ~Gwen