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The train arrived in Calais with a sudden jerk which woke Margaret. Snape held her close to him so she wouldn't touch any of the passengers as the passengers disembarked.

"We have a problem," Snape whispered as the passengers quickly left the car. "There are death eaters near."

"You put a disillusion spell on me." Margaret said as she climbed off of Snape's lap and tried to look out the window from the center aisle.

"There are certain spells that only stop muggles from seeing you and that is one of them," Snape said. "Listen carefully, no matter what happens do not take off your cloak," Snape stated. Margaret looked at him quizzically.

"Your cloak has an enchantment that will enable me to locate you should we become separated," Snape remarked. "You are the only one who can remove your cloak." He stood and stretched his legs. "You say you can't apparate. I need to know if it is because you have not learned the procedure or you are just unable to apparate."

"I haven't learned," Margaret started. "Everyone tells me that at one time I was very good at apparating. It takes time to practice and spells have been my main priority lately."

"This is what I want you to do." He leaned down and began whispering instruction in her ear.

Malfoy and his thugs stood at the train station eyeing each passenger as they disembarked. Malfoy kept an eye on his witch finder but it continued to point to the train. Suddenly the witch finder changed positions and was pointing directly behind them. Malfoy quickly turned and saw a shadow run into the nearest bathroom.

"This way!" Malfoy shouted. The three men raced into the toilette. Malfoy stopped abruptly and Goyle ran straight in to Malfoy. He bounced off of Malfoy as Crabbe ran into Goyle and they both knocked into Malfoy. There was a tangle of limbs as the three death eaters fell to the floor. The witch finder fell out of Malfoy's hand and into several pieces.

"You bumbling idiots!" Malfoy shouted. He picked up the witch finder and put the pieces back together but the piece of hair was missing.

The three of them stood and brushed the dirt from their robes.

Malfoy gathered his wits and took a deep breath.

"Goyle, did you happen to keep the hairbrush we found in Miss Morris' house?" Malfoy questioned.

The ape like man nodded his head and took the brush from his pocket and handed it to Malfoy. Malfoy took a piece of hair from the hair brush and placed it into the appropriate compartment. He turned on the witch finder and the machine pointed directly at Goyle.

"Did you use the hair brush?" Malfoy questioned.

Goyle looked away as he nodded his head.

"You fool," Malfoy said. "Now we've lost her." He handed the brush to Goyle. "I want you to pull out every strand of hair in this brush and try it in the witch finder until you find one that does not point to you."

Margaret unexpectedly apparated directly in front of Malfoy, to Malfoy's delight, he grabbed the girl and pulled out an old soda can that portaled them back to Malfoy Manor, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to fend for themselves.

Malfoy dropped the can when they materialized in the front entry hall. He grabbed Margaret's arm and dragged her into his den. In the middle of the room was an enormous oak desk. There was a huge overstuffed chair behind the desk and in front of the desk sat two straight back wooden chairs. The walls were covered in medieval weaponry. One wall seemed to be dedicated to the Samurai. There was Kamishimo, a two piece costume typically worn over a kimono, in a glass display case. Around it were many weapons, a Kutana, a Nodachi, a Wakizashi, a set of Nunchaku and a Tai chi were on display.

"So, you are the infamous Margaret Morris," Malfoy said. He lifted her chin with his index finger to get a better look at her. There was something about her eyes that looked familiar. He scrutinized them fully, they were almost serpentine shaped and dark and menacing.

"You are about to join one of the wizard worlds greatest alliance." Malfoy stated. "My lord wishes you to become one of his many followers." He released her chin, pushed her into a chair and began pacing in front of her.

"I have been chosen to make you see our side of the alliance." He turned and smiled a wicked smile. "Perhaps we can come to an understanding. I can be very persuasive." He waved his wand and the blinds on all the windows closed and the doors closed and locked.

"Let us start fresh," He removed his traveling cloak. "My name is Lucius Malfoy," he laid it across the chair. "Would you care for some tea?" He ceremoniously removed his gloves and placed them on top of the cloak. He walked over to Margaret, "Allow me to take your cloak," He carefully reached over to unfasten her cloak.

Margaret sat frozen. She didn't know what to say or to do. She was in a foreign place and even if she could escape where would she go? She watched as the man in front of her paced ranting about some kind of alliance. She slowly slipped her hand into her pocket and firmly gripped her wand. He reached to unfasten her cloak and an electrical charge attacked his fingers sending him flying across the room.

Margaret jumped from her seat and ran to the nearest door. She pulled on the door and found it was locked. She waved her wand and shouted "Alohomora!" the door opened and closed just as quickly.

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy said. Her wand flew out of her hand and across the room. He walked toward her, wand in hand. "I was told you were good."

"Crucio!" He shouted.

Margaret felt a sudden stabbing pain that started at her feet and quickly ran up her entire body. She began shaking uncontrollably and lost the use of her limbs. She fell to the floor and began twitching. Just as quickly as it had begun it stopped.

Malfoy stepped over to her and pulled her to her feet and firmly sat her on the chair.

"Remove your cloak," Malfoy stated. His wand was raised at the ready.

Margaret shook her head. Once again she fell to the floor twitching in agony. Blood began to trickle from her nose.

"This will go much easier on you if you do as I say," Malfoy stated. "I will only tell you once more to remove your cloak."

Margaret stubbornly shook her head again.

"Imperio!" Malfoy shouted. He had decided on another tactic. "Now stand up."

Margaret, having been weakened by the previous spell, could not resist the spell. She stood and was now directly in front of Malfoy.

Lucius walked around her, eyeing her from head to toe.

"Remove your cloak," he said.

Margaret's hands moved very slowly. She tried with all the will power available to not do as he asked. She unfastened her cloak and let it drop to the floor.

"I see I will have to teach you some manners, Accio nine tails." A cat-o-nine-tails whip flew from the wall behind his desk and into his hand. "I was hoping we could do this with out the Imperius Curse. Please remove your blouse."

Margaret tried once again to resist. Her fingers slowly moved to the top button.

Malfoy skillfully snapped the whip and one of the tails hit the back of her right hand leaving a red impression. "You are trying my patience mudblood. Either you remove that blouse or I will cut it off." He set the whip on his desk.

"Accio Wakizashi!" The Wakizashi sword flew from the wall into his waiting hand. He skillfully wielded the weapon around several times then sliced into the thin cotton material that was her blouse. He missed slicing off her fingers by a millimeter. With a wave of his wand the sword was back in its casing. The pieces of material that was her blouse fell to the floor.

"This could get a bit messy," Malfoy said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I wouldn't want to stain my new shirt."

He untucked his shirt from his pants and removed it. His long white hair fell over his bare biceps as he neatly folded the shirt and placed it on his desk. He picked up the whip and walked up behind the girl. He shoved the staff of the whip into the back of his trousers and placed the palm of his hands on her shoulders and gently caressed them.

"Tell me why Lord Voldemort is so interested in you?" He asked persuasively. "Why does my master want a witch who has no formal training or an ounce of pure blood in her body? There must be something special about you."

When he received no answer, he took a step back, pulled out the whip and with a quick flick of the wrist snapped the whip which hit her right shoulder leaving huge welts. Blood spurted out of one of the welts splattering all over Malfoy's bare chest. The sight of blood invigorated him. His smile widened and his eyes sparkled. He flicked his wrist again receiving similar results.

The sound of the door bell ringing through out the empty house prevented Malfoy from flicking his wrist a third time.

"You will stay right here," he commanded. He left the girl standing in the middle of the room.

"Who could it be," Malfoy wondered as he stomped through the house to the front door. He threw the door open to confront who ever had interrupted him.

"What do you want!" Malfoy shouted.

"I believe you have something for me," Professor Snape stood at the front door. "It was something you could not owl to me."

Malfoy moved aside to allow the professor entrance into the house.

"I don't recall," Malfoy said.

"I see I have interrupted something," Snape said eyeing Malfoy's shirtless blood splattered body.

Malfoy closed the door and began walking down the hall.

"I have a project the dark lord has asked me to tend too." Malfoy said. "Perhaps you could assist me."

"Since when have you ever needed my assistance?" Snape questioned.

"I believe you know my new project," Malfoy stated. He smiled at Snape's raised eyebrow. "Do you remember the little mudblood that got away back when you were sent to the Americas?"

"You mean the one you told me was of no consequence," Snape replied.

Malfoy smiled and said, "You do remember, it seems our lord and master has taken a liking to this particular mudblood. He wants to prepare her to fight on our side. I just have to convince her a little."

"I see," Snape remarked. "And is the blood part of your convincing tactic?"

Malfoy threw the cat-o-nine-tails into the air and caught it, "I guess you could say I've been trying to whip her into shape." He laughed a menacing laugh and opened the door to the den.

"Maybe you can persuade her," Malfoy stated. He handed the whip to Snape. "I'll give you a few minutes to become reacquainted." He raised an eye brow at Snape.

Snape took the whip and entered the den. Malfoy closed the door behind Snape.

Margaret stood where Malfoy had left her. Snape quickly walked over.

"Put your cloak on," Snape commanded.

She picked up the cloak and placed it around her shoulders. Snape handed her a rubber boot. As she took the boot she was portaled out of the room.

Snape picked up her wand and pocketed it. He walked over to the door and flung it open. Malfoy stood in the hall waiting.

"There is no one in this room," Snape remarked. "You have wasted my time with your tomfoolery." He shoved the whip into Malfoy's hands and stomped out of the mansion.

Margaret opened her eyes and found her body ached all over. She sat up gingerly to asses the situation. As she sat up a woman in a nurse's smock seemed to fly to her side.

"Oh good you're awake," Madame Pomfrey said. "Professor Dumbledore will be pleased to hear that." She picked up a bottle of anti-ache potion, poured some into a cup and handed it to Margaret.

"Where's my brother?" Margaret asked. She looked around the room at all the empty beds. She shook her head refusing the potion, she wasn't about to take a potion from a total stranger.

Pomfrey frowned, put the cup on the night stand and shook her head. "I'll let Professor Dumbledore know you're awake." She scurried out of the room.

Margaret took a moment to notice she was wearing some sort of pajama, not the hospital gown that you would get in a muggle hospital. Her right shoulder was bandaged; she looked over at the night stand hoping her wand would be there. Any quick movements she made caused her pain, but she had to find her wand. She winced as she turned to search under her pillow.

"You wouldn't be in so much pain if you took your potion," a familiar voice stated.

Margaret looked up and Snape was standing at the end of her bed. She sat properly in her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin to hide the unfaltering garment.

"Where are my clothes?" Margaret asked.

"Hanging in the closet," Snape replied. His head gave a slight nod to a closet door that seemed to be hidden next to the main entrance. "At lest what's left of them."

"Where's my wand?" she inquired.

"In a safe place," Snape answered.

"How long have I been unconscious?" she asked.

"Only a few hours," he responded. He walked over to the night stand and handed picked up the cup containing the potion.

"Have we had this conversation before?" she questioned.

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. He slowly maneuvered himself till he was sitting up right.

"Where are the rest of my clothes?"

"Stolen," she stated. "One of the muggles got away with your robes and your money pouch." She dipped her spoon into her soup and blew on the contents.

"My wand where is it?"

"It's in a safe place." She sipped her soup.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"A few hours."

"No," Snape lied. He handed her the cup, "Drink your potion."

She took the cup from him and took a sniff. She made an awful face.

"This is terrible!" she complained. "You're not going to make me drink it straight like this, are you?"

Snape raised an eyebrow at her.

"If you had to drink it, is this how you would drink it?" She asked.

Snape scowled at her, "I'll have a house elf bring you some chamomile tea. Just don't add honey." He turned and headed toward the door his robes billowing behind him.

"Thank you," Margaret said then added, "brother dear."

Snape turned quickly and stormed over to her. He gave her a very menacing look that would have scared any Hogwarts student.

"Do not refer to me in that manner," he said. He drew closer with ever word.

"What should I call you?" she asked. Her bright green eyes twinkled with mischief instead of fright. They were face to face their noses only inches apart.

"You may call me Professor Snape," he stated.

"Thank you," she said softly while she gently touched the tip of his nose with her nose, "Professor Snape. How long will it take to get my tea and when do I get my wand back."

Snape straightened up, dark eyes looked deep into the sparkling green eyes, "You'll get your wand when…"

"Whenever you are ready for it," Dumbledore interrupted. He stood at the door with his arms held outstretched as if waiting for a hug.

"This is our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore," Snape said. He stepped away from the bed as Dumbledore stepped forward.

Dumbledore took Margaret's hands in his and gave them a friendly squeeze. "Margaret Morris, I'm so glad you arrived safely. I'm sure you would like to go to your quarters."

Margaret smiled and said, "You're Professor Dumbledore? I was expecting someone much older." She returned the friendly squeeze. "Thank you so much for sending Professor Snape to accompany me here. The time I've spent with him has been very…stimulating."

Dumbledore released her hands and looked from Margaret to Snape, "I'm sure it has." His eyes twinkled as he looked back at Margaret, "As to the charges for apparating with out a license…." Dumbledore smiled at the girl in front of him. "The ministry has decided not to fine you, however, you are not allowed to apparate again until you have taken the test and received your license."

Margaret nodded. She looked from Dumbledore to Snape then back. "May I go to my room now?"

"As soon as Madam Pomfrey has released you, Professor Snape will escort you to your room. Tomorrow you will start your lessons." Dumbledore exited the room.

Snape grimace at the female in front of him, "I'll be back to escort you to your room. You'll have your wand in time for lessons tomorrow." He stalked out of the room.

Margaret laid back and smiled. The tingling sensation on her nose made the pain through out her body seem insignificant. Once again she had a feeling of DeJa Vu.