Chapter 6

Badoura was sitting in a chair opposite Professor Dumbledore. He looked both angry and worried. His blue eyes had lost their humor and laughter. Badoura couldn't look at him. She stared at her Dock Martins.

Badoura's mother and father arrived after what seemed like hours. Mrs. Lestrange swooped down on Dumbledore like an overgrown hawk. "What the hell are you trying to pull, Dumbledore?"

"Mrs. Lestrange, please sit down," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Where is my son," she pleaded bursting into tears. Mr. Lestrange was looking at his remaining children. Badoura saw his eyes pass over her head and body. He looked like he was afraid that she too might disappear before his eyes.

Badoura stood up very suddenly. She took her mother's arm and led her to the chair in which she had been sitting. Mrs. Lestrange collapsed. "We are doing everything we can to find you son. I have my groundskeeper checking the everywhere in this school and the village of Hogsmeade. If he is on the grounds, I assure you we will find him," Dumbledore said almost defiantly.

Mrs. Lestrange nodded between sobs. Dumbledore looked at Rabastan and Badoura in turn. "If either of you have any idea where you brother is, you should speak now."

Rabastan shook his head at the floor. A flicker of a grin spread across his face, but vanished. Badoura watched him carefully. Did he know where Rodolphus was? "Badoura," Dumbledore said softly drawing her eyes away from her remaining brother.

"I don't know where he is," Badoura said quietly. His eyes looked searchingly at her and Rabastan one final time.

"You may go back to you houses," Dumbledore said sadly.

Badoura nodded and turned towards the door. "Badoura," her father said. She turned to look at him. "Be good."

Badoura nodded again. She walked out of the study with her chin in the air. She caught up with Rabastan, who was moseying down the corridor. She walked next to him in silence.

"Rab, do you know where he is," Badoura said looking at him closely.

He smiled mysteriously. "Nope."

When Badoura arrived back at the Gryffindor common room, a large group of people bombarded her with their own questions and comments on the matter. "Is he back?" "Was he kidnapped?" "Thank God he's gone, the git."

Badoura struggled her way out of the crowd and went up to the dormitory. She fell onto her four poster bed with a thump. Her head was spinning. What did Rabastan know that she didn't?

Lily walked into the room cautiously. She looked a little peaky herself. "Badoura," Lily practically whispered.

"What are you whispering for?" Badoura said slightly annoyed.

"I just thought…" she started.

"Lily get over here," Badoura said irritated. She began to tell Lily everything that Rabastan had done and said.

Lily looked as puzzled as Badoura was. "So, wait," she said working everything out, "Does Rabastan know where Rodolphus is? And what does that guy's head in your fire have to do with anything?"

"What if he wasn't looking for me," Badoura said standing up and beginning to pace the length of the room, "What if he was looking for Rodolphus and he got the wrong room?"

"Badoura, I don't like to think about this but," Lily said looking frightened, "What if it was that wizard who keeps calling himself Voldermort?"

Badoura stopped mid-stride. Her mind was racing. "I don't know who it was," Badoura said finally.