Definitely AU from here on in I think... hope you like it still. And to the people who reviewed and said they found it interesting so far, thankyou very much for your time and comment and I'm very glad it interests you. I'll update as often as I can.

The next thing she knew was that she was awake, and that she was on the ground, and that it was very dark. This confused her, as St Mungo's left lanterns burning all night, and she wondered where she was. And where Dumbledore was.

"Albus?" she called softly. Nobody replied. "Albus, where are you? What are we doing here?" But there was not a sound in response.

Then she heard something move. She turned around quickly and squinted into the darkness, but could see nothing. A rat skittered across the ground in front of her.

"I don't like this place, Albus," she whispered.

"What's wrong with it?" a nasal voice replied. She didn't recognise it and was about to scream, but no sooner had she opened her mouth wide than the owner of the nasal voice crammed an enormous handkerchief in her mouth, and she spluttered, almost choking.

"You'd better shut up. My Lord will be wanting to see you in a moment."

That didn't sound good. How many lords did she know? Just the one, and he was not very friendly.

The door opened and she could see the silhouette of another man in the doorway.

"Bring her in as soon as she's ready. Do you need any help?"

"Nah. This one won't fight. Because she knows there'll be trouble if she does. Right, sweetheart?"

"Better rope her just in case though. Want me to do that?"

"I can do it. I like this part best."

Professor McGonagall was now quite terrified, although she did her best not to show it. While the man started to roughly tie her hands, she suddenly began to retch, feeling very nauseous, and tried desperately to spit the material out of her mouth.

"Ditch the gag for the moment, Nott. The chloroform'll do that to you, and we don't want her choking to death yet." The nasal-voiced man grudgingly pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth, allowing her to throw up.

"Water?" she asked, voice rasping and eyes watering. Not having eaten anything in several days, she had only bile to throw up, which was horribly unpleasant.

The two men looked at each other.

"Couple of sips, maybe..." the one in the doorway suggested. "So she can talk properly."

Nott snorted but went into another room and returned with half a glass of water. While he did this, the other man came over and continued to tie her hands. He was gentler than the first one.

"Oh, I almost forgot – Nott, orders are that you're to go with Narcissa to negotiate something with Borgin. I can handle this one from here."

The nasal man was obviously not impressed, but did not dare ignore orders from the Dark Lord. He quickly left, leaving the water on the table and slamming the door behind him.

Please review if you feel so inclined. Also, after next chapter the chapters might start going up a bit slower - so far I've written 5 chapters, and will continue ASAP. Next chapter will be considerably longer than this one.