September turned into October and Quidditch season was under way. Most of the students had forgotten about Layla's incident the first day of school, but she had kept mostly to her self, thinking she was a freak. Her grandfather checked on her continually and even made a visit to her common room a couple of times, and she had almost fully healed from her leg injury. Wood had came to sit down with her in the courtyard a few times and just talked like nothing had happened. Instead he would talk and talk how Harry Potter was the new seeker, and Layla didn't mind it, she just wanted to hear something else other than animagus'.

Three days a week after classes for about an hour Professor McGonnagall, an animagus herself would help to try and control Layla's new found talent. Without success but they still kept trying with great expectations. One day after her flying class, she walked down the hall with a small limp on her right leg, and into the Transfigures room where McGonnagall was looking through her desk. The teacher looked to Layla, "Miss Dumbledore? What are you doing here?" her voice sounded like no one was suppose to be arriving

Layla smiled, "it is time for our animagus lesson or did you forget?" the teacher stood up and brushed her robes off, "oh no dear I didn't forget. But I have been busy today and it slipped my mind." She smiles at McGonnagall, "oh sure its ok, first Quidditch practice is today and I would have only been able to stay a few minutes."

The teacher looks serious to Layla after those words; "you know you grandfather told the staff not to allow you to play Quidditch until you learned to control your animagus form. We wouldn't want you to transfigure in the middle of a match now would we?" Layla brushed it off, "oh no pope wouldn't do that," she slightly giggled, "he knows how much Quidditch means to me and how good I am at it" McGonnagall just stood there and looked to Layla.

Layla's heart sank, " I live for the flying and it comes natural. Pope wouldn't do that to me he just wouldn't do it… Where is he now?" McGonnagall looked out the window, "with Hagrid in his hut having some afternoon tea."

Layla turned to the window and then back to the professor, "are you sure it is what he said?" the professor only nodded. By this time Layla has become to panic about this and morphed into her animagus form stopping around and thrashing her head. But the teacher only grinned, "I wondered when you would show up." And the horse only cocked her head. The teacher pulled out her wand and pointed it to Layla, "you can either come willingly or will I have to place a spell on you?" her horse ran around to the window and looked out the closed window.

"I said willingly, it will be better if you do" Layla turned to the teacher and didn't understand what was going on. But her being a teacher the horse nodded and trotted over to McGonnagall. Their the McGonnagall places a rope around her snout and neck like a animal and Layla began to panic more knowing it was a trap but too late to stop it. Her and her stupid mind cant even change back into human form. Her body began to thrash around, knocking over desks and chairs. The teacher just stood there and watched her as Layla began to get tiered. Too exhausted to kick anymore she stopped as McGonnagall tugged on the rope, "come on" her voice was more forceful then before, not like the kind and gentle voice it usually is. The horse followed thinking on what to do not knowing how to get out.

The so-called teacher took her to a trap door where it leads to a dark underground tunnel and their she began her walk. It seemed like forever that she trotted along at times being pulled she was becoming more and more exhausted with each passing step. Passing through many tunnels and turns. They raised and lowered ziged and zaged.

Soon a light became visible and Layla examined it the best she could and saw nothing. As the light became closer and closer she saw a building when she looked to the person who had her tied up, it was no longer Professor McGonnagall in her clean velvet robes, and she couldn't tell who it was. They had a black tattered cloak on and the hood was draped over their head. Still panicked and unable to settle down enough to transform back into human form she just allowed herself to be treated like an animal, what else?

They reached a small barn area unknown to her. The drapes in the window where closed so she couldn't see the outside world, if it was night or day, clear or overcast. She let out a large sigh wondering if she was noticed to be missing. The person tied her to a wooden post and lifted his hood pulling it back. He was handsome for a kidnapper; he had deep forest green eyes and his hair jet black like Layla's. He looked no older than the age or 19, and he smiled to her petting her muzzle, "I am sorry I had to do that to you but my master called for me to." She cocked her head again, then jolting her head as far away from the boy's hand as she could.

The boy just chuckled, "I knew you would feel that way, but do not worry. He hasn't asked me to kill you," he turned to walk out of the main doors to the barn. Before he shut the door he looked back, "yet." The door shut and Layla was left with a single candle that she stared at until the wind blew it out leaving her in complete darkness. From there she kneeled to the ground and tried to get the best sleep she could.

She woke up the next morning back in human form but tied by her hands and feet to the post. Her wand was 10 feet away on a small table. Next to her on the ground, is a small plate full of breakfast. A bagel with butter spread across the top, a poached egg, with a side glass of orange juice. Layla thought to herself, 'why is their breakfast when I am a prisoner?'

She slightly looked at the plate in front of her and began to eat it, being very hungry. The meal was very good and she was able to eat it without the ropes getting in her way. Her violet eyes scanned the room as her pupils narrowed as she tried to see out the window.

Just then the same boy entered with a second person cloaked and unseen. The boy looked to the cloaked man, "see the plan succeeded like we has arranged." The cloak figure nodded, "yesssssss. Doessssss Dumbledore know sssshe isss misssssssing?" his voice sounded snake like and a chill filled Layla's body just at the tone in his voice. The young man nodded, "he should know right away. When she doesn't show up for class."

The cloaked man turned, "good, he will pay for hisssssss interferancccce. Make sssssure sssshe doessssn't essssscape my young follower" And he walked out the barn. The boy stayed behind and looked to Layla, "I am sure by know you know you are only bate for the real prize." Layla gave the boy a stern look of disgust, "what is going on?! I demand to know this instant?!"

She though as the boy just stood their looking to her, then it clicked, as she mumbled, "Vodemort." The boy nodded walking to her. Layla crawled back as far as the ropes would let her as he bent over to pick up the empty plate, "oh and you're welcome for breakfast." The boy turned and walked out the barn leaving Layla alone again as her mind flooded with thoughts of what just happened, 'Voldemort is gaining strength, and I can do nothing to stop it. Nor can I let anyone know who can."

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she also began to think of her pape, and if he did know she was missing.