Phrases/paragraphs in Italic are memories/flashbacks.

The house was considered haunted by the villagers, Voldemort found the mansion to be just what he needed for the time being. Any villager foolish enough to come near the place was quickly disposed of by a nearby death eater.

Voldemort sat in his den. The recently released Lucius Malfoy stood next to him.

"Lucius, we need to find Margaret Morris," Voldemort stated.

"May I ask why, my Lord?" Malfoy questioned.

"She is a self taught Auror," Voldemort stated rubbing his hands together. "Think about it. She is just starting to regain her memory after a faulty memory charm. If we could get her here and teach her our ways…"

"Yes, master it would be a quit an accomplishment," Malfoy stated. "Couldn't you use the Improved Imperius Curse?"

"The Long Distance Imperius Curse," Voldemort corrected him, "was an experiment. It only worked well the one time. Any other time I used the curse the volunteer died. Are you volunteering to be the next one I try the curse on?"

"Who would you like to go get the girl?" Malfoy questioned quickly.

"I want you to bring the girl to me," Voldemort replied. "Convince her to work with us. I want to start her training the minute I see her."

"My Lord, I do not understand why you would want a mudblood working with the pure blooded," Malfoy stated.

"You do not need to understand," Voldemort said, "Just do as I say."

"Yes, master," Malfoy said. He gave Voldemort a bow and quickly left the room.

"Crabbe, Goyle come with me!" Malfoy demanded.

The two muscular men followed Malfoy out of the house.

The three Death Eaters landed with a thump as the port key dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground in a forest. Lucius Malfoy took a piece of parchment from his robe. It contained the address of Margaret Morris.

Not wanting to draw attention to themselves by apparating, they began walking. It took them several hours to finally locate the correct street. They walked down the street till they found the correct number; it was a small white house with blue shudders that needed a good paint job.

"This is the place," Crabbe said. "What do we do now?"

"We go in and find Margaret Morris," Malfoy stated.

"Should we knock first?" Goyle questioned.

"No," Malfoy said. "That would alert her that we are here and she might try to escape."

Malfoy took out his wand and with a quick motion burst the door open. They entered the house and ransacked it looking in every room and under every piece of furniture. The house was empty. Not a trace of a living being any where.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Crabbe.

"Goyle," Malfoy said. "I want you to find something personal of hers, like a comb or brush."

Goyle began to search the house again. He came back a few moments later with a hair brush.

Malfoy pulled a cylindrical object from his robe.

"This is an experimental object," Malfoy stated. He took a piece of hair from the brush. "It's called a witch finder. You take something like this piece of hair; you put it in this compartment." He put the hair into a compartment and flipped a switch. "It should help us locate the owner of this piece of hair."

The witch finder began making noises. Malfoy smiled as an arrow pointed the way. They exited the house.

"Crabbe, burn the house," Malfoy said. "That way she has no reason to come back."

Crabbe waved his wand which ignited the curtains in every room of the house on fire simultaneously.

They followed the witch finder. It took them to a very strange muggle infested area. Huge muggle flying contraptions were every where. The witch finder pointed to one of the machines that had just taken flight.

Snape and Margaret entered the hotel lobby and went straight to the desk.

"How may I help you?" the man behind the desk asked in perfect English.

"You have a room for Snape," Snape replied. "It should have two beds, for my sister and me."

The man checked his computer and frowned, "I am sorry sir, when they called to change the reservation we had no room with two beds available. We still do not have two beds available. I do have a nice room with a king size bed for you."

"I will not sleep in the same bed as my sister!" Snape exclaimed. "You will find us another bed or perhaps a sofa."

The man checked his computer again and frowned, "I am terribly sorry, we do not have any rooms with sofas available."

"Is there a bloody convention in town?" Snape yelled.

"I'm sorry sir," the man stated. He handed Snape the key to the room.

Snape snatched the key and stormed away from the desk. Margaret followed in his wake. He walked past the elevators and went straight to the stairs. He marched up three flights of stairs, with Margaret close behind, before he looked at the key to the room and realized their room was on the second floor. He stopped abruptly and turned. Margaret walked around him and continued up the stairs.

"Margaret!" Snape called to her. She stopped in her tracks, turned around and began descending the stairs.

Without waiting for Margaret to catch up Snape went down two flights of stairs. When he reached the platform he waited. He took Margaret by the arm as she turned to continue down the stairs. He pulled her through the doorway. She was soon back in step behind him. She hadn't spoken a word since she saw her house on fire on the television and seemed to be in a constant daze.

He opened the door to the room and waited for her to enter. She walked into the room and stopped. Snape closed the door behind them and saw an envelope sitting on the night stand next to the bed. He walked over and picked up the envelope. He tore it opened and there was one train ticket and a note, he read the note.

"My, aren't we special," Snape said to Margaret as he pocketed the note and the train ticket. "The lady gets new clothes. It seems we are to go to a nearby clothes shop and pick up a traveling cloak for you." He dropped her carpet bag on the bed. "Let's go and get this done and over with."

He took Margaret's arm so she wouldn't wander off and went out of the room.

They found the shop just down the road from their hotel. They entered and Snape went directly to the counter.

"How may I help you?" asked the young lady behind the counter.

"I'm here to pick up a cloak for Margaret Snape," Snape stated. He said the name with utter disdain. Margaret giggled at the sound of the name. She wandered the shop looking at the trinkets.

"You don't look like a Margaret," the lady behind the counter remarked jokingly. She turned to pull a box out from under a pile of boxes. Snape sneered at her. "Here it is." She handed Snape a large white box, tied with a pink ribbon and had a pink bow on it.

"Thank you," He said. He gave her a slight bow. He turned to take Margaret by the arm when he noticed her standing in front of a glass counter staring at a necklace. He set the box on the counter, walked over to where Margaret stood and looked down at the necklace in the glass case. It looked like an ordinary cameo, however if you looked closely there was a holographic image of a golden letter S written calligraphy style. The hologram would switch from the cameo to the letter and back.

The lady walked over to where they stood and opened the case. She pulled out the necklace and handed it to Margaret. Margaret put the necklace up to her neck and turned for Snape's approval.

Snape scowled at her. She smiled and handed the necklace back to the lady.

"Can we go now?" Snape asked.

Margaret nodded and headed toward the door. It was the closest she'd been to what you could consider normal since they left the states. She waited till Snape had retrieved the box and joined her before walking out the door. They went straight to the hotel and to their room. Snape placed the box on the bed.

"Stay here," Snape said. "I'll get us something to eat." He went out the door leaving Margaret by herself. He secured the room with magical lock. He found a small eatery inside the hotel where he ordered food and brought it to the room.

When he entered the room he found Margaret sitting in a chair. The back of the chair was right up against the wall and positioned so she could see who was coming in before they could see her, just like she did all those many years ago.

Snape tried once again to sit up. Margaret was quickly at his side trying to help. His head spun at the pain from his ribs. She repositioned the pillows.

"I will not be molly coddled," Snape growled.

Margaret stepped back quickly. "Fine, I'll be right over here." She walked over to the table and sat down to eat.

He noticed that she had positioned that chair so her back was firmly against a wall and she could keep vigil on both him and the door.

Snape put the food on the table. He pulled the sneakoscope out of its bag and placed it on a table near the door.

"I purchased some soup and Chamomile tea for you," he placed the containers on the table. He pulled out a small jar of honey and placed it directly in front of her. "I had to purchase this separately from a grocer down the street." She looked up at him, smiled, hopped out of her chair and wrapped her arms around him giving him a big hug.

"It's just a jar of honey," Snape said as he pried her off of him.

Margaret sat back down and picked up the honey jar. She struggled for a few moments trying to get the lid off. Finally she pulled out her wand and zapped the jar. The lid melted away and she spooned out the honey she required. She then did a spell that replaced the lid. She held the Styrofoam cup in both hands feeling the warmth of the liquid. She took a sip and sighed.

Snape took his food out of the bag and sat across from Margaret. He put his head down while he ate so he didn't have to look at her. His food tasted like cardboard and the tea was so weak it was like drinking hot water. When he looked up at Margaret she was asleep in the chair.

He stood and walked over to the bed. The box containing Margaret's cloak was still sitting in the middle of the bed next to her carpet bag. Snape picked them both up, placed them on the dresser drawers than went back over to the bed and turned down the covers. He then picked Margaret up and placed her on the bed. He removed her shoes and pulled the covers to her chin, she looked just like an angel. He sat in the chair she had occupied and watched her sleep.

Margaret rolled onto her side.

As Margaret entered the backyard she spied a large lump near the garden. She slowed her pace and noticed the lump was wearing her mother's dress. As she reached the lump, which was her mother, she fell to her knees and bellowed.

Margaret rolled on to her stomach.

She opened the door to the basement to call for her brother. As she peered down the stairs at the bottom lay her brother.

Margaret rolled on to her other side.

A gurney was wheeled to in front of the window. A body covered in a white sheet laid on it.

"Are you ready?" the police officer asked.

Margaret nodded her head. She already had an idea of who it was. The sheet was removed from the head and there laid her father.

Margaret rolled on to her back.

Margaret smiled and looked over Walter's shoulder at the small television that was showing up to the minute news. It showed a fire truck pulling up to a small house that was blazing.

Margaret sat up in the bed and looked around. "My house is on fire!" Margaret shouted as she threw off the blanket.

"She speaks," Snape said sarcastically.

"Where am I?" Margaret looked around the room.

"You're in France. Paris, France to be precise."

"Can we leave?" Margaret asked. She climbed out of the bed and put her shoes on her feet. "Please."

"You didn't sleep very long," Snape said.

"I had a nightmare," Margaret admitted. "Can we continue the journey, please?"

Snape picked up a piece of parchment he had been studying.

"The last train leaves in 15 minutes," Snape said. "We'll have to hurry if we are to catch it."

Margaret nodded. She walked over to the dresser drawers and picked up her carpet bag.

"You might as well wear that traveling cloak," Snape suggested. He stood and cleaned the remains of their meal with a wave of his wand.

Margaret carefully took the ribbon from the box and took off the lid. There lying on top of the cloak was the necklace she had been admiring. She was about to put it on then thought better about it. She picked up her bright red cloak and placed it squarely upon her shoulders.

"How do I look?" Margaret asked. She placed the hood on her head.

"Fine," he replied.

"This was in the box," Margaret stated. She put the hood down so she could see Snape better. She handed the necklace to Snape. "I don't recall purchasing it."

"Neither do I," Snape said. He took the necklace and placed it in his robe. "I'll have it checked when we get back to Hogwarts."

"I guess I'm ready," Margaret said. "Can you perform some kind of spell so I don't stand out so much?"

Snape cocked an eye brow and said, "I was told there was an enchantment that prevented magic from working on you."

"The ministry did perform a spell," Margaret stated. "I think it wore off before Jeffery picked us up. I wouldn't have been able to ride in his taxi if it had still been working."

"So, we could take a port key back to Hogwarts." Snape stated.

"Do you have authorization to create one," Margaret asked excitedly. "That would be great!"

"No," Snape admitted. "Can you apparate?"

"No," Margaret stated.

"We'll have to take the train; however, once we get to Great Britain we will be able to flag the Knight Bus which will get us to Hogwarts faster than the muggle transport." He took the ticket out of his robe. "We only have one ticket."

"So, which one of us is going to be camouflaged?" Margaret asked.

Snape pulled out his wand and performed a disillusion spell.

Margaret felt a trickle down her back as the spell took affect. She put her hood back in place, "Let's go."

Snape opened the door and Margaret walked out. She took hold of Snape's arm as he walked out of the room.

Snape closed the door, leaving the sneakoscope on the table. They walked down the corridor to the stairs when they heard the sneakoscope go off.

"Quickly!" Snape said. He took hold of the hand on his arm and gripped it firmly. They began running down the stairs.

Malfoy and his thugs exited the elevator and walked over to the room where the sneakoscope was wailing. Goyle blasted the door open.

It didn't take long to search the room. Malfoy threw the sneakoscope across the room.

"Damn, they got away," Malfoy shouted. He looked at his witch finder and saw it was pointing in another direction. "Let's go!"

Snape dragged Margaret all the way to the train station.

"Which train will take us to Calais?" Snape asked breathlessly.

"Right here," the conductor stated. "We're just getting ready to pull out."

The conductor put the step back on the ground for Snape to use. Margaret entered the train ahead of Snape. The conductor waved his light, picked up the step and climbed on board the train.

Margaret stopped, not knowing which way she should turn. Snape gently pushed her to her right and she entered the train car. She slowly walked down the aisle looking for a place to sit.

"Keep walking," Snape whispered into her ear, "We'll go to the last car. I'm sure there will be plenty of seats there."

They continued to walk from one car to the next each just as full as the first car. They reached the last passenger car and found one available seat.

Snape sat down and pulled Margaret onto his lap.

She curled up on his lap so she wouldn't knock into anyone. He placed the carpet bag on her lap so that to passersby's it would seem as if he were holding on to the bag.

The train began to move, before long Margaret had snuggled close to Snape and was sound asleep.

The death eaters arrived just as the train pulled out of the station.

"Find out that train's destination," Malfoy ordered.

Goyle grabbed the nearest person by the throat and held him in midair.

"Where does that train stop?" Goyle asked.

"Th..tr..in..ca." was all the man could muster with out any air.

"Let the man breath," Malfoy stated.

Goyle nodded and released the man from his grip.

"Now, where did you say that train went?" Malfoy questioned.

"That train is going to Calais," the man stated.

"Thank you," Malfoy said. He nodded his head and Crabbe performed the Avada Kedavra cruse.

Kerichi: Consider me clueless, a dumb blonde, whatever, you stated your case eloquently and it has been taken to heart, changes were made when this new chapter was posted. Many, many thanks.