Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world belongs to J.K. Rowling, anything else belongs to me.

Author's Notes: Hello everybody! I managed to update on time! I got so many reviews that I thought it would be unfair to keep you guys waiting.

First of all, a few thank you's to everybody who reviewed:sweetblood17, LadySerpent, rachelle, Eriador (glad you think the characters aren't too OOC), MeLuvUrStory, SlytherinHeiress, GoddessDragonofRa (special thanxfor both reviews!), Chrissy, Lynster89, MissDitzy (wow, I'm impressesd, I can't believe you read the whole fic in one go, glad you like it!), dracocrazyem (oops, got it wrong. I was sure they called Voldemort a Mudblood in the fifth book but maybe I'm wrong. Oh well, he's a Mudblood in this fic, thanx for pointing it out!), cuznhottie, roguis muse (you'll find out now what Blaise does to Abby.)

Ok so this chapter is from Abby's point of view. For those of you wondering, her mother died because she got it worse than the Longbottoms. This isn't a happy chapter and a lot happens in it but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same.

Oh and I didn't steal anything, these ideas are mine :)

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Chapter 27

Abigail was seated on her bed by one of her roommates and then left alone in the dormitory. She looked around the green and silver decorated room and suddenly felt nauseous. She stood up and quickly stumbled across to the bathroom. She thought that some water might help but instead she came face to face with herself.

She stared back at the hideous reflection in the mirror and laughed nervously. She looked until it became unbearable and she screamed. She continued to scream till her throat hurt but it wasn't enough. Picking up a glass of water, she threw it at the mirror and smashed it into hundreds of sherds.

Panting, Abigail examined the glass strewn around her and remembered. Though she didn't want to, she couldn't help it; she was still haunted by the memories.

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"I can't believe you lied to them!" she snapped at her father as soon as they apparated back to their house.

They were back from her aunt's for Christmas and Abigail was upset that her father had lied about his disappearance. In fact she was angry with him for going to Malfoy Manor in the first place and not being there when her mother was transferred to St. Mungo's.

She had a lot on her mind and it was about to come out.

"You didn't tell them the truth because you were ashamed," she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You were too ashamed to say that you had fallen into the most obvious trap in the world!"

"Abigail! I don't want to hear it," her father warned her, ruffling through some papers. "Now I'm going to back to England to see your mother. Please behave while I'm gone."

"You don't want to hear it?" she repeated in disbelief. "Well I don't care because you need to hear it! You need to hear how going to Malfoy Manor was the stupidest thing you've ever done!"

"Going to Malfoy Manor was my decision!" he retorted loudly. She felt her father's anger mounting within him but it didn't stop her.

"But why?" she shouted in exasperation. "Why on earth did you go to Malfoy Manor? You knew how it would end up; how it's always ends up! They're always after our powers, you know that!"

"Why?" he repeated loudly. "Because it's time we chose sides Abigail, that's why. I simply went to hear what they had to offer."

He tried to defend himself, but it caused Abigail to go out of her mind.

"What? You're actually interested in what they have to say! What those murderous bastards have to offer us!" she commented in disbelief.

"Abigail Serpent!" her father tried to reason her unsuccessfully.

"No, it's time you listened to me," she stated, deadly serious. "You tried to 'fraternise' with the people responsible for Mother's illness! Do you understand? Death Eaters are responsible for her illness! Now answer me this; why were they pursuing her?"

"She was on a mission for the Ministry," he answered uneasily. "She wanted to tell you about it but I knew that you'd be against it so I decided not to tell you."

"WHAT?" Abigail burst out. "You decided against telling me?"

Her father looked sternly upon her, fed up of her filthy language, uproar and disrespect but Abigail's anger was beyond anything he had ever seen.

"She thought what she was doing was for the best and I couldn't stop her, Abigail. I told her that fighting against Voldemort's Death Eaters was suicide and it was best to make a pact with them, but she wouldn't listen."

Abigail paled at her father's words. "You want to make a pact with Death Eaters?" she said quietly, as if the words wouldn't sink in.

"Wait a minute! Does that mean that you really wanted me to become friends with Draco Malfoy?" she continued, venom in her voice.

Her father frowned deeply at her. "It's for the good of the family, Abby! The Serpent name is dying out because we are passive in this war and it's time we took action."

"But you're not choosing the right side!" she fumed.

"It's the most powerful one!" he retorted but Abigail wouldn't listen to him.

"But Mother is dying because of them," she desperately tried to explain to him. "Don't you understand? She's dying and there's nothing we can do about it! I searched in all the books, looked up every possible spell, I even threatened Voldemort, but even he didn't know either!"

She stopped fighting back the tears forming in her eyes. "How could you be so blind?" she shouted in frustration.

Suddenly, Abigail heard a noise from the kitchen. As she approached the door, she realised that it was the phone ringing. Slamming the door behind her in anger, she picked it up.

"Hello," she tried to say as calmly as possible whilst breathing heavily from the shouting.

"Hello, is this the Serpent house?" a woman asked at the other end.

"Yes," Abigail answered hesitatingly.

Who the hell, in England, has our phone number? she thought quickly but suddenly remembered where she had given it.

"Hello. I'm calling from St Mungo's hospital, London - I'm afraid I have some terrible news for you."

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Falling to the ground, Abigail felt the hot tears reaching her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand but more kept coming. She cut her hand on the glass and blood slowly made it's way down her arm.

She grabbed the nearest towel to clean her hand but the blood streaming out started to fascinate her. It reminded her of the ceremony, the tactless magical ceremony, which had followed her mother's funeral. Her entire family had gathered in the Serpent mansion to proclaim her to new Serpent leader. Knowledge, blessings and power had been passed down to her.

Since that day, Abigail was officially the most powerful woman of the Serpent family but inside her spirit was breaking.

"Abigail, are you okay?" her roommate's voice called out behind the bathroom door. "I heard you scream, are you all right?"

Hiding her bleeding hand, Abigail opened the door and stepped out; a fake smile lingering on her lips.

"I'm great!" she lied as brightly as she could. "I was just about to take a shower."

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A week pqssed since her return. She had stayed as far as possible from everyone, including the Golden Trio. The suffocating gossip about her disappearance caused her to spend more and more time alone in the library or outside by the lake. Eventually, the first Hogsmeade weekend since the winter holidays arrived but Abigail purposely stayed at Hogwarts.

As soon as her roommates left, Abigail quickly got dressed, grabbed some breakfast and then headed out to the lake. She spent as much time as could down there, by herself, watching the ripple's on the lake's surface and secretly reminiscing her mother. At night, she would have nightmares about Voldemort killing her mother and about not being able to save her. Deep down, she blamed herself for her mother's death.

It's my fault! I should have been there, I should have stopped her, I should have done more.

But it was too late. There was nothing more Abigail could do and she hated feeling so useless. She had thought of planning revenge on the Death Eaters and Voldemort but then she would either lose her powers or be indebted yet again to the Dark Lord. She was stuck because she was a Serpent, because she was part of the most fucking powerful wizard family who passively watched as others got killed. If only there was another way –

"Hey," a cautious voice spoke up behind her.

Abigail continued to stare out as the intruder sat down beside her.

"Do you remember last time we were here?" she asked still staring out. "We were sitting right here and you told me it was okay to cry."

The intruder remained silent.

"But then I said it wasn't and that my mother wasn't dead, she was just – not well."

"I remember."

Abigail slowly turned to face Harry. She had lost her calm composure as tears flooded her dark eyes. "Now that she's gone, I can't seem to stop crying."

He quickly put his arms around her and held her tight as she cried loudly on his shoulder. She felt the tears dampen his robes while he squeezed her tightly in his arms.

"I couldn't save her," she whispered, holding on to him. "I couldn't save her, Harry. She was my mother and I couldn't do anything for her!"

"That's not true, Abby," he tried to comfort her, stroking her hair. "You did everything you could, you even confronted Voldemort."

"But it wasn't enough!" she said shaking her head, as she tried to blink the tears away. "Harry, it wasn't enough and now she's gone. She's dead. How can I ever live on without her? She taught me everything, she always knew what to do - I can't continue like this, I can't do this without her, I want her back. Damn it, I want her back!"

Abigail crumbled into his arms and Harry tried his best to soothe her as she continued to cry her pain out.

"It's okay, Abby. You'll see, everything will be all right in the end. I'm here for you, I'll take care of you, it's okay," he continually repeated as he held her in his arms.

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Abigail woke up in the warmth of her bed. Harry had taken her back to her dorm and she had fallen asleep for the rest of the day.

She woke up to the sound of tapping on her window and noticed an owl was waiting impatiently outside. She let the bird come in as she wondered who could be writing to her. Surely it was her father. She unrolled the small parchment and read it out loud.

Dear Abby,

Meet me at 8pm in the library. I have some important news that might interest you.

Hermione.

Abigail frowned deeply at the short note. She hadn't spoken to Hermione since she had returned although she had caught the Gryffindor looking her way more than once. Looking at her watch, Abigail decided to take a shower before heading down to the library.

If the news was so important, then she would be there to hear about it.

She entered the library at eight o'clock sharp and slowly made her way to the back, looking for Hermione. The place was empty and Abigail wondered where everyone had gone. She finally saw the Gryffindor, sitting down at a table, drumming her fingers on it. As she noticed Abigail, she stood up, smiling warmly.

"Hi."

"Hey," Abby greeted her.

"How are you doing?" she asked uneasily but quickly realised her mistake. "I'm sorry, that's a silly thing to ask. I really shouldn't have asked you –"

"It's all right," Abby cut in. "I feel – fine."

"Good," Hermione smiled back, still wringing her hands. "So, what did you have to tell me that was so urgent?"

Abigail turned to face her confused. "Nothing. I thought you were the one who wanted to see me," she explained, taking out the letter from her pocket.

Hermione glanced at it quickly and looked back up at Abigail, worry in her eyes. "I got the exact same letter from you, asking me to come here tonight."

"That's pretty weird," Abigail remarked, reading the note once more. She noticed Hermione's face turn pale.

"Something's wrong," Hermione whispered, fear in her voice. "Abigail, I'm serious, I think we should leave right now! This could be a trap."

"What kind of idiot would set a trap up in Hogwarts?" she answered back amused, but as she turned to leave, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. An overwhelming pain struck the back of her head and she fell to the floor, unconscious, as a terrified Hermione screamed.

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"Open your eyes, Abby! Come on, open your eyes!" a voice drawled beside her as Abigail slowly woke up.

She was lying down on her back, probably on a bed. Her head throbbed painfully, but as she reached for it, she realised her hands were fastened on either side of her. She tugged at the ties but heard the voice above her give a dry laugh.

"Where am I?" she thought out loud, as her eyes tried to focus into view. The room was extremely dim and she couldn't see the dark figures standing around her properly.

"The room of requirement," an all too familiar voice answered for her.

"Blaise, is that you?" she murmured in pain. Her eyes suddenly caught his figure lurking next to her, sitting backwards on a chair.

"Hey, baby," he smirked at her. "Miss me?"

Abigail scowled at his words and continued to look around. She noticed some of the Slytherin guys who had attacked Hermione weeks ago were in the room along with a few girls, such as Pansy Parkinson.

"Let me guess," Abigail commented finally, looking back at Blaise. "It's time for the annual Slytherin tea party?"

"Not exactly," he retorted, sneering slightly. "So, how's the pretty lady feeling lately? Not too... lonely I hope."

His words caused Abigail to tug at her ties in anger, but the ropes only fastened her wrists tighter, making her wince in pain. She tried to apparate but quickly realised that the strong magic around Hogwarts Castle prevented it.

"What the hell is going on here?" she fumed against him. "And why am I tied down to the bed?"

Bending over to face her, Blaise brushed his lips against her ear as Abigail turned her head away in disgust.

"It didn't seem to bother you before," he whispered softly.

"You sick fuck!" she shouted back to him, as he stood up chuckling to himself. "Let me go!"

"Tch, I make the rules here," he reminded her, as he walked around the bed. "You see Abby, I have something here that you can't risk to lose."

Nodding his head slightly to the side, a gagged Hermione was suddenly brought to view. Her hands were binded together behind her back and Crabbe and Goyle stood on either side of her, holding her arms.

It seemed Blaise had gained a lot more control over the Slytherins ever since his initiation.

"What do you want?" Abigail hissed at him, trying to gain time and desperately scanning the room with her eyes, searching for Draco.

Blaise walked over to Hermione and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. "You hear that Mudblood! Your cousin, after all these years of being a Slytherin, still doesn't know what we want from her," he muttered angrily with fake indignity.

"Leave her out of this," Abigail stated, deadly serious, looking straight into shiny blue eyes.

"Join me and the Dark Lord, Abby, and your little 'friend' here will be free to go," he explained, sitting back down in his chair. Abigail glanced nervously at Hermione, who shook her head back at her. Her eyes were pleading with her not to give into Blaise's blackmail.

Damn it, Draco, where are you?

"So, what will it be?" Blaise said impatiently.

"No thank you," Abigail answered flatly. "Now let me go!"

Blaise, however, looked unamused. "Surprise, surprise!" he muttered angrily. "The Slytherin finally reveals her true colours!" He turned his back to her, facing the other Slytherins and Abigail rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Slytherin doesn't mean Death Eater, Blaise!" she shouted at him.

But as he turned back to face her, Abigail gasped.

"Oh, I think it does," he corrected her, a silver dagger in his hand. "I told you that you'd pay one day for the humiliation you brought upon our Lord, Abigail."

Oh shit!

Desperate, she suddenly tried to reach out for Draco with her mind as Blaise stepped closer to her.

Draco! Draco! Damn you Draco, I know you can hear me! The room of requirement, help me!

"It's time for you to become a true Slytherin," Blaise continued, grasping her wrist tightly with his other hand.

Abigail screamed, desperately tugging at her binds. "Blaise, please let me go!" she pleaded to him. "Please, Blaise, please don't do thid!"

She looked around in terror as she noticed the other Slytherins step up to the bed and start chanting some sort of Latin spell. She called out for Hermione as the Gryffindor fought against her aggressors but it was too late. Abigail screamed in pain as Blaise cut the skin of her left forearm as the chanting around them became louder.

Harry! Abigail tried to call out in a last effort.

As blood seethed out from the wound unto the sheets, a red glow started to surround her.

"Merlin help us," she whispered hoarsely as she realised what was about to happen. "Blaise, you idiot," she finished, before fainting from the pain.

The red glow became brighter, completely enveloping Abigail's unconscious body. Hermione's eyes grew wide with terror as she watched it become a blinding light and all of a sudden engulf itself inside Abigail's body. Immediately, the chanting stopped and Blaise let go of the limp arm. Hermione stood petrified, tears in her eyes as the word 'SLYTHERIN' gradually appeared, engraved on Abigail's forearm.

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Yikes! Abby's in for it this time! I did warn you that she wouldn't get away from threatening Voldemort, anyway if anyone can guess what happens next, you're a star! I hope Harry and Abigail's conversation wasn't too cheesy, I didn't realise until I wrote this chapter how hard it is to write sad scenes. I listened a lot to Coldplay and Evanescence when I wrote this chapter. I luv them though not many people do…

Otherwise, I really need feedback from everybody to know if I'm doing a good job or not. Without feedback, I can't make this fanfic better. So please review!

Otherwise, next chapter is Draco. Do you think he'll save Abby? I have writer's block on this one, so it might take some time.

Review!

Hathor xxx