"So what exactly is the plan?" Ron asked once the two had returned to the apartment.

"There isn't one. You're going to the Burrow because I need some time alone," Kris replied, pushing past Ron to grab the scotch.

"Kris, I know how you fee—"

"No you don't. You're sister hasn't been killed. She's safe and sound probably returning all the wands Nanoa stole."

"Actually, Ginny got taken into the Chamber of Secrets and I thought she could be dead, but I knew that she was alive, just like you should know Nanoa is alive now."

"Look, Ron, I know you're trying to make me feel better but Nanoa's the closest person to me and she's gone."

"Ouch. So much for being your boyfriend."

"Ron, you know I love you. I just don't want you around me when I'm like this. I'll wind up hurting you."

"I'm not afraid."

"Well I am. The last time I was anywhere near this pissed, Nanoa spent the weekend in the hospital. I really lose it when stuff like this happens."

"She's not gone and you know it. Unless you get an owl from Fudge saying that Nanoa's body was left outside his office, you have to listen to your heart, as corny as that sounds."

"You sound just like Nanoa. She listened to her heart when it came to Malfoy and think about where it got her?" Kris tossed her shot down in one swig and exhaled sharply. "She's dead and there's nothing we can do about it."

"I don't bloody believe you." Ron pulled the bottle away from his girlfriend before she finished pouring her next glass. "You said so yourself, she's the closest person to you. Family before friends and she's more your blood than I am. So get off your arse and save your best friend's life."

"Ron, I don't bother believing in rubbish that has no possibility of being true. Nanoa's gone and it's my fault."

"Oh my god! I can't believe I have to do this the hard way!" Ron pushed his chair out and left the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Just sit tight for a while." He returned and threw Nanoa's scrapbook across on the counter. "Take a gander at that while I'm gone."

Ron got into the elevator as it arrived and left. Kris's eyes were already beginning to water at the sight of Nanoa's handwriting. Suddenly the elevator dinged but Kris did not move to see who it was.

"Hello?" It was Neville. "Anyone here?"

"It's only me, Neville, its only me," Kris replied gloomily.

"I should have known." He staggered into the kitchen and dropped down into the chair next to Kris.

"Neville, she's not here because she got kidnapped. Scotch?" Neville nodded and Kris poured him a glass.

"Never heard that one before."

"She's gone, Neville. The Death Eaters took her this afternoon."

"But no one can catch her."

"They knew exactly what we were going to do, it wasn't an attack, they came for her for some reason they need her."

"Well if they need her, why'd they leave that?" Neville was acknowledging Nanoa's scrapbook.

"Ron wanted me to go through it."

Kris turned the book around so it was facing her. She turned to the first page it was Nanoa's favourite picture of herself...
(remembering)

'Where are we going?' Nanoa asked.

'It's your birthday, so let us surprise you,' Ron stated.

'So it's the perfect time for pranks. I'm not falling for it,' Nanoa reacted.

'Oh come on. We don't pull pranks we just cover up for you,' Kris informed.

The rain had just past so nearly everything was drenched. They came to a willow tree and Kris was the first to climb up it telling Nanoa to come with her. Finally there was one spot on the willow that Nanoa stumbled across on. Nearly a thousand butterflies came fluttering out to whistle around her.

In the shot it had Nanoa laughing from the experience.

"That's a good shot of her," Neville stated.

"It was her favourite." Kris turned the page again. It was a picture of Kris...
(remembering)

'Would you put that thing away?' Nanoa asked.

'No. He's too cute to throw aside,' Kris answered.

Kris had been ogling over a picture of Ron while Nanoa was trying to appear inconspicuous in front of Neville screaming from being chased by a giant recreation of his toad. Then Fred and George came to congratulate her on her prank.

"So that was her," Neville stated. "I had nightmares about Trevor attacking me for weeks after that."

Kris turned to the next page. This time it was Ron...
(remembering)

'Do you really have to take the picture now?' Ron asked.

Ron was standing in his set of Gryffindor Quidditch robes outside of the stadium. He was trying to appear serious as he stood with his broom, but Kris remembered how they were laughing at his expressions. That was the year the Gryffindor was undefeated. The team said it was because Nanoa and Kris reminded them of Fred and George.

Kris turned to the next page and it nearly made her laugh. It was a photograph of Kris and Ron making out by the fireplace while nearly everyone else in the shot was laughing at the happy couple.

"Ah, the typical scene in nearly every room during seventh year," Neville stated.

"I really do love him," Kris said.

"He sure seems to love you too. I remember when Seamus tried to flirt with you he was coughing up slugs for a month."

"And you walked away with a black eye." She turned to the next page but the picture had been ripped out.

"What picture was here?"

"I don't know. I've never looked through this before. She said not to look at it unless something bad happened."

"It's been torn recently."

"What?"

"The picture. It must've been torn out sometime today. You see I got good at loosing stuff and because of that, I got good at figuring out when stuff was lost, made it easier to find stuff."

"Two hours ago would have been when the Death Eaters were here, but what would they want with something from a scrapbook?"

"Something else was taken. Right here." Neville was pointing to a blank spot on the page opposite. "It's not a picture. Nanoa taped it on and —"

"It was a chain. You can see from the imprints on the tape."

"But it was moved a lot longer ago. I'd say probably when she made it. You see, its been pressed down for a long time, its almost like she just took the imprint and stuck it in here. She wanted us to realize this because she put it somewhere that only someone that knew her would realize it."

"Of course, she knew this was going to happen, she didn't know when but she knew, that's why she made this. When we were little, she hid little things, nothing big, stuff she didn't want anyone else to find. She'd hide them in the backs of books."

Kris turned the book to the last page. Engraved in the back cover was written, 'Don't leave him alone.' The spine of the book had been cut open, which was what Kris was planning on doing to it.

"Dead end?" Neville asked.

"No. Not dead. Nanoa didn't take this stuff out. Ron did, he's going after her." Kris hurried to her feet. "And so am I. Neville, I want you to stay here, but don't let anyone know you're here. I have a feeling, that the Death Eaters are coming back."

"Then why do you want me to stay here? I stutter around Professor Snape and turn into a blubbering mess what do you think I'm going to do when there's a bunch of Death Eaters around?"

"That's why you don't let anyone know you're here. Harry gave Ron his invisibility cloak and Ron brought it here. Its in my room, when they come, you go under it and hide in a corner. I need you to tell me what they take."

"How?" Kris stuffed her hand in the pocket of her cloak and pulled out two pieces of parchment.

"If you write on this, it'll appear on this one and vice versa. If you don't get an answer from me then I'm dead and Ron probably is too."

I can't believe he made me, Nanoa thought. She was standing with her arms crossed in the front foyer of the mansion. Nanoa had been stuck between Crabbe and Goyle for nearly an hour, while the rest of the Death Eaters were talking amongst themselves. Her hair had been tied into a loose yet elegant bun and the dress Lucius had chosen for her had a low front and back leaving her arms bare so the coldness of the room would seep into her skin.

Nanoa found herself trying to ignore the two brutes trying to look down the front of her dress. She could even ignore Goyle's decision to slide his hand up her leg until he could pinch her arse, but once he decided to kiss her, Nanoa lost it. Nanoa elbowed him in the gut and flipped him over with only one of her arms. Crabbe laughed dumbly as Goyle returned to his feet.

"If you'll excuse me." Nanoa tried to leave, but they both grabbed hold of her shoulders and pulled her backwards. "Or maybe not."

"So this is the mudblood?" The owner of the voice seemed obvious to Nanoa and her assumption was proven even more so to be correct by the way Crabbe and Goyle stood at attention.

Eventually the two blokes spun Nanoa around to face Voldemort. She had to admit that the Dark Lord seemed surprised that she was not afraid of him. He dismissed the two brutes and took a moment to circle Nanoa. He stopped when he was behind her and began squeezing her neck between only two of his fingers, it was quite painful but Nanoa knew better than to show her pain.

"You should feel honored to be in the same room as me," his breath was knocking against her ear.

"I'd say it should be the other way around, considering that eventually I can be laughing at you while you're stuck in Azkaban," Nanoa shot, but Voldemort's grip tightened even more and Nanoa began gritting her teeth.

"I can kill you with only these two fingers you know," the Dark Lord threatened.

"If I had my wand I'd return the favor," Nanoa informed

"Ah, Lord Voldemort. Finally you have arrived." Lucius greeted him with a handshake. "I see you have met the mudblood."

"Yes, she is quite a gem." Nanoa rolled her eyes. "If you excuse me, I have a few more people to speak to before the feast."

"But of course." Lucius bowed as Voldemort passed him before returning to his full height to address Nanoa, "You will be attending the feast along side Mister Goyle's son."

"No, I've been stuck between the two idiots for the past hour because your master can't keep track of time so therefore I refuse to watch him turn into even more of a pig because food is at his snout," Nanoa objected.

"Look at it this way. You behave with him at the dinner table and you won't have to behave with him in the bedroom." Though Nanoa had already lost her smile, her face dropped even more at the thought of it. "So I can trust you to behave?"

"You can't trust me to do anything for you unless it involves a Dementor sucking out your soul."

"Like I said, it's your choice, mudblood." Then Lucius shoved her over to where Crabbe and Goyle were talking.

Lucius returned to his wife, Narcisa, and the pair of them led the crowd into the dinning room. Goyle nearly dragged Nanoa into the next room and again she found herself crammed between the two chunks of body mass. Voldemort was seated at the head of the table with Lucius sitting on his right with his wife and an empty chair next to them, in fact it was the only chair without a wizard sitting in it. Voldemort rose to his feet and immediately the indistinct conversations ended, waiting for him to speak,

"I assume that you all know why we are gathered today?" There was an uneven wave of agreements, except for Nanoa.

"No. I do hope that at some point you would be willing to explain why you would want a muggle-born to attend this feast." Not many knew this so various questions were murmured throughout the table.

"I will answer that later this evening."

Nanoa knew who owned the voice, but she was afraid to turn around and finder her assumption to be correct. Eventually, however, she did find the strength. Draco Malfoy was standing just a foot from her. Nanoa would have said he looked exactly has she remembered, but he seemed to have become more gaunt. From the way he was standing, Nanoa could tell it was because he had been beaten, most likely from his father.

"Forgive my delay I was ill. It appears that there was a bug going around the manor," he stated. "Crabbe, go sit with my folks. Tonight this seat is mine."

The young Death Eater scurried to his feet and went to sit with the other Malfoys. He felt quite proud with himself, being so close to the Dark Lord. However, Lucius was anything but happy as his son sat down next to Nanoa. He gently moved her hand bellow the table and squeezed it slightly.

"Let go of her hand. Tonight she's mine," Goyle hissed as Draco leant across Nanoa to look at him.

"Do you think it wise to threaten me?" He hurried to shake his head. "Then you forget any deals you may have made with my father and make sure you keep your hands to yourself and off of her." Draco leant back in his chair. "Please continue, Lord Voldemort. There won't be anymore interruptions."