When Nanoa came to her senses, she found herself still drowsy and there was an odd taste in her mouth that seemed to be like pennies. She struggled to get her eyes open and she felt herself tied down. The only part of her body that she could move was her head. Nanoa was sitting up. That must have been a plus, Nanoa thought. Then she saw it, her wand. It was so close. Nanoa reached out her hand, but she had forgot that her arms were tied to the chair and though the tip of her nail just touched the end of it, she could not do anything more about it.

"Don't waste your time, mudblood." She looked toward the door to see a Death Eater standing there.

"What the hell do you want with me?" Nanoa asked.

He walked toward her and sat down into a chair in front of her. Then he removed his mask. Nanoa's eyes stretched seeing that it was Lucius Malfoy. He scoffed a smile at her horror and threw his mask onto the table, before jerking her chair toward him. Nanoa was much shorter, compared to him and it showed. Lucius leant forward so that he now barely over an inch from his face.

"You should relax," he suggested.

"And you should consider taking a breath mint," Nanoa shot and Lucius slapped her hard across the face. She wriggled her jaw back into place as she turned her head to look back at the Death Eater.

"You should have respect for your superiors, mudblood," Lucius informed.

"Why? You're going to kill me one way or another."

"Perhaps not." He ran his bony fingers through her hair slowly and Nanoa tried to twitch her head away but she could not move far enough away.

"Whatever you expect me to do for you, know that I won't."

"Oh, you are going to help me, very much so, mudblood."

"I would rather die."

"If I had my way, you would be begging me to kill you, mudblood."

"Your threats don't scare me."

"They'll be more than threats if you don't learn how to respect me, mudblood." Obviously he liked using the term 'mudblood'. Lucius rose to his feet and cleared his throat. "I will be sending Pease Blossom to tend to your needs. Make sure you let her take your measurements, the Dark Lord requests that you attend the feast tonight."

"I would never consent to such a thing."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'no'!?" Kris demanded.

"Look, Grint. You can't go after the Malfoy family. They're still one of the most respected wizarding families in all of London," Minister Fudge explained.

"Only a Malfoy could have a chance of capturing her. Nanoa flinched at the sight of him and they took her. Besides, do you honestly want to lose your two best Aurors? Because if she goes, I go."

"Listen here, Grint. You know the rules. If captured you're as good as dead. Either the enemy kills you or you do it yourself."

Kris went pale, she knew he was telling the truth and Nanoa had never been one to fear death. She strived to clear throat before speaking again,

"I'm going after her."

"You so much as put a toe on Malfoy soil then they can treat you as they would any other trespasser. They've got dungeons for that sort of thing and Lucius has the authority to use them as he sees fit."

"If your not going to give me a bloody warrant to search their mansion, then I'll just go about it as Nanoa would have, throwing the cheesy-ass book out the window."

"I do not deny that I have suspicions about Mister Malfoy but even if I gave you a warrant to search his premises, you would not find anything. He is the creator of some of the most brilliant concealing charms."

"And I'm one of London's top Aurors. Do you honestly think I care about bypassing a few concealing charms?"

"You cannot go on some ill witted attempt to save your friend, especially not with him." He was pointing at Ron, who had been standing silently at her side.

"What's wrong with him? He's seen the Dark Lord before and knows a thing or two about how a Malfoy's brain works. He'll be helpful."

"He is not to go and he knows it. Mister Weasley here is Harry Potter's keeper. If he goes, then He-who-must-not-be-named may be able to learn his location." Kris turned to look at Ron.

"You told me Granger was his keeper."

"I told that to everyone. What makes you so special?" Ron asked to simply dismiss the statement.

"I'm your bloody girlfriend."

"Actually I'd say beautifully gorgeous, but okay. The plan was that everyone would hear that Harry trusted Hermione and by the time she went into hiding herself, Hermione had gotten into fights with everyone, so no one would know where to turn."

"When he's really never left the Daily Prophet's top Quidditch players. Why would you ever consent to being Granger's keeper?" Kris asked.

"Oh, I'm not Hermione's. That is something I'd never agree to," Ron assured.

"So you're just Harry's?" Kris questioned

"I was the only one he trusted," Ron stated

"Now, that's very interesting." Another voice had entered the office — Lucius Malfoy. "And how is our little Auror?"

He pinched her cheek; many of the Ministry's delegates still had not seen past Kris or Nanoa's age. Ron noticed Kris's hand ball into a fist so he pulled her toward him before she could do anything that they would regret and Kris finally forced her face to smile fallaciously at him.

"I'm just fine, Mister Malfoy. And yourself?"

"I would have to say my day as gone by just as planned. Where's your partner? I trust you have not taken to Quidditch instead."

"Of course not. Ronald here was just helping me report that Nanoa's kidnapping."

"Oh how dreadful. I can't imagine you working alone, but such a person as herself as many lives depending on her own."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean with her out of the way, there's no telling how hard and fast the Death Eaters will strike."

"And you would know wouldn't you. Have a pleasant day, Mister Malfoy."

Kris threw her shoulder against his as she passed by. The couple was silent as they waited for the elevator to arrive. A few floors dinged past them and Ron began to whistle to break the stillness. Usually Kris would have snapped at him, but her eyes forced her mind to be registered on her blurred reflection on the elevator's doors.

"So..." Ron made the word sound like the word had a hundred letter in it "... we're going after her?"

"You're going to hide with your mum. Like you said you should've. Malfoy Senior knows that you're Harry's keeper now so you need to be somewhere safe," Kris responded.

"I'm going with you."

"Ron, taking you with me endangers so much. If you're around, they'll get Harry's location out of you and until he's fully trained, it's up to people like me to keep him safe."

"Me too. Why else would he have trusted me? There is absolutely no way I'd give up his location."

"Look at it this way, Malfoy has Nanoa. Nanoa's life means a lot to me; she's been like my sister since I was five. If it gets ugly, I could turn on you, there's a lot of people I could wind up turning on if it meant her not being tortured."

"But they wouldn't do that, would they?"

"They're Death Eaters, Ron. The only hearts they have are black. For all we know, they could be keeping her barely alive."

"Please, Miss put on the dress Pease Blossom made. It was hard enough to get your measurements without your desire, don't make it so I need to get the master to force you to put it on," begged the little House Elf.

"You bring him back in this room and I'll wring your neck," Nanoa threatened.

"Miss should accept the master's hospitality he sends most to the dungeons instead, but he's put you in the guest room."

"If I were a guest, I would be thankful but since I am not, I will simply refuse all he has to offer."

"Please Miss."

"No. Just tell him I have fallen ill and I do not wish to attend the feast as I did not believe he would want his master to fall ill as well."

"Yes, Miss."

The House Elf turned to dust and vanished. Nanoa knew what she was supposed to do; kill herself before information was taken from herself or she became to be used as a hostage. But Nanoa could not. Lucius knew all of the rules of the ministry so he had taken the liberty to make the task impossible. The fireplace was blocked off, there was only a shower and there was no sign of an instrument that could be used for such a purpose.

There was no escape either; she was even more trapped then she had been in her apartment. The windows were far too strong to break and since Lucius had taken her wand, she could not exit through the door. Nanoa fell onto her silky bed and exhaled sharply through the gathering sheets. Then she moved to pretend to sleep. Suddenly Lucius reentered the room.

"You're still not dressed." Nanoa rolled her eyes as she turned to lie the other way. "Your presence is requested at the feast, mudblood."

"I don't bloody care. I am sick and I do not think that you would want you master to catch my illness, but if you truly wish to be hospitable you can send up a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of ginger ale with a side of soda crackers."

"You will be attending the feast, mudblood." Nanoa rose to her feet and approached Lucius.

"Look, I don't know what the hell you want with me, but I refuse to do as you ask. I am the one that sends people like you to Azkaban." Nanoa would have stolen his wand by now, but it was not in the usual spots that wizards kept their wands.

"And that's supposed to scare me?" She did not answer. "Now that that childish tantrum is out of your system, put on the dress."

"I am not dining with Voltdemort or yourself and you can't make me."