A/N: I do not own harry potter, do not own Draco (mmm… I WISH) do not own anything you recognize, I am not and will never be JKR (thank god… the shame she must bear at having her movie cast so badly except for TF!!!), etcetera. Talia is mine. I think I have figured out the spacing issue (THX TRP!!!).

silver silk! black silk! lol …let me first spoil your reading pleasure (for selected few):

gray

gray and black

dish (just 4 trp!)

TRP: casey b. was wearing ALL black and grey (and etc. ahem) –his hat, pants, shirt, sweatshirt, backpack, bxrs, etc. loL!!!!

O. K. Here we go.

The outskirts of London were just becoming visible on the horizon to the three travelers.

Talia was keeping a steady pace, but found herself slightly annoyed at Fred and George's not-so-subtle attempts to talk about her behind her back.

"So… do you think her parents have bit the dust?" said George in a not-so-undertone.

Talia shivered, a wrenching feeling in her stomach as she listened.

"Yeah, probably." said Fred, pensive. "I bet that's why she's living alone. I wonder how old she is."

"Can't be any older than we are, I suppose." said George, pensive. They both stared ahead.

George broke the silence, "What do you reckon the Death Eaters were after?"

Talia suddenly felt a searing pain on her forearm that completely took her by surprise. She let go of her broom handle to grab her arm, then regripped the broom as she began a steep dive downward. Talia pulled out of it, but looked at her forearm with disgust, the burning black mark a source of painful and sickening memories.

"Are you all right?" asked a genuinely concerned Fred, now completely distracted from the former topic of discussion.

"Yes, I'm fine," said Talia, pulling down her sleeve and fighting back a grimace with a neutral expression. "My arm just gave out, like a muscle spasm."

"All right. You're sure now?" said George.

"Yes, I'll be fi-" Talia broke off, looking ahead.

"Look out!" she yelled, pointing ahead and dodging a jet of orange light sent at her. "Duck!" she bellowed.

While they had been preoccupied with her arm, Death Eaters had closed in from the ground. She grimaced, grabbing her wand out of her back pocket with her burning arm and shooting a spell at the nearest one.

"Stupefy!" she yelled, and then "Protego!" as it was deflected back towards her.

"Impedimentia!" bellowed the twins in unison at a pair of Death Eaters sneaking up from behind them.

By this time, though the trio had taken out about 10, more had joined the group of attackers. The trio in the air were trapped.

Talia turned around, surveying the situation.

'There's no way." she panted. "We have to land."

"Ignitus!" someone yelled from below, catching Talia's attention, but it was too late to dodge it. The jet of light seared her broomstick, consuming it in wicked flames. She screamed, falling from the air.

"NO!" bellowed George, swooping below her and barely managing to keep hold of his broom and catch her.

He managed a grin, though they were by no means safe. Fred was alongside them as they attempted to land amidst the curses being thrown at the trio.

"I'm what they want!" she panted at the twins, now firmly on the ground. "You two go; I'll be fine!"

"No." said Fred grimly, as they jogged and then sprinted away from the mob of Death Eaters.

"You guys!" Talia screamed, frustrated.

"PRIORI AETUS!" bellowed the Death Eaters in unison behind them.

They turned around in time to see a massive wave of red light moving towards them from the mob.

As if in slow motion, the powerful spell knocked them on the ground.
All went dark.