Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of JKR. The story and Lindsey Roberts is mine. A/N: This is my second Fan Fiction here, please review!

Chapter 4

Hermione sat looking at the pictures of all of Voldemort's recent victims. It was so hard to believe one person could construct so much havoc and death in just one life time. But then again Voldemort seemed to have more than one life.

She glanced at Ron who was snoring rather loudly with his face pressed to a picture of the shopping mart that Stephanie had been to. She smiled to herself thinking fondly of him, but her thoughts where interrupted with a loud POP from behind her. Turning around quickly she saw Lindsey holding a large book and papers.

Jumping up she hurried over to help her with the heavy load of stuff. Slamming the book on the table, which woke Ron with a jump, Lindsey smiled to them with a very confident look.

"I found him!" she said simply looking at them and then at the information she had brought. Hermione and Ron looked at her eagerly waiting for more, but when she didn't reply and instead started looking through the stuff Ron blurted out, "And?"

Lindsey smiled at him sweetly looking at him from under her luscious eye lashes. "And what?" she said trying to sound innocent, but with a look from Hermione she snapped out of it. "His name is Alex Randolph, he was best friends with the other victims when they attended Hogwarts." she informed them as she flipped open the extremely large book that appeared to be a Hogwarts year book. She flipped through a couple of pages and laid open the picture they had found in the wallet, with all of their names under it.

"He lives in Yorkshire," she said quietly, "alone." Hermione looked at her and then back at the happy people waving merrily in the picture. She knew what they had to do and she looked at Ron to make sure he knew. Ron looked back at her with a stern look and shook his head.

"Okay Lindsey thanks. We are going to go watch him now, stay here and wait for Harry and let him know what you found out. All right?" Hermione asked Lindsey who seemed to find this idea very unfair. When she continued to look at Hermione in the ludicrous way Hermione repeated herself, "All right?" she demanded and Lindsey finally nodded her head.

With another loud POP Ron and Hermione disappeared. Within seconds they appeared in a very shabby looking house. There where torn remnants of furniture thrown around the room. There was no light except for the little bit that showed through the holes in the ceiling. The windows had been boarded up and looked rotten. A strong smell of mold and whisky hung in the air, Hermione have to cover her mouth to keep from vomiting.

Ron looked at her as if to say "Are you okay?" she just looked at him and nodded softly. "Come on we need to find Alex." she said starting to walk into the hall. There was a kitchen to her left and she glanced it briefly because what she saw made her stomach do flips. The filthy kitchen was swarming with maggots, cockroaches, and other slimy insects. She clutched her mouth as Ron steered her away.

They walked into the only other room in the house and was greeted with the same scene as the living room. Ron walked over to look into the small bathroom and turned back to Hermione. "Nothing!" he said looking around and kicking a small broken wooden chair. Hermione stared around and started trying to sift through the garbage to find some sort of clue.

It was then they heard a loud POP out in the living room. Hermione looked at Ron a bit confused, "It can't be Harry and Lindsey yet can it?" she asked as she stood up and followed Ron into the living room.

To her great surprise when they entered the living room they found the exact same site as before. "What was that then do you know?" he asked her looking in the kitchen again. "I don't know Ron, but I don't have a very good feeling." Hermione said as she walked back into the bed room.

"I think we should go Ron. We can come back with Harry and Lindsey. Besides I don't think Alex is here, or anyone really. What do you think?" she asked him as she took one last look at the bathroom. But when no answer came she walked out of the bed room into the small hall. "Ron I said do you think we should leave?" she repeated as she walked into the kitchen.

She found no Ron, and becoming quickly worried, she hurriedly walked into the living room. "Ron..." she began to say, but he wasn't there either. She was starting to have a very panic stricken attack in the pit of her stomach. "RON!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Above she heard birds fly from the roof but that was the only sound besides her echoing voice dieing out into oblivion. Becoming increasingly worried she reached for her wand with the idea of going and getting Harry wherever he was when something hard and heavy hit her in the back of the head.

Everything went black, and the only sound was that of a loud POP as men transported two limp bodies back to their head quarters. Back to their master; who was waiting and ready to make them take the long walk of death.