A/N: Yeah, I know i havent updated in like 854679365496598 years. I lost interest in this fic... I had no idea where it was going until BAM. Inspiration hit. So, here it is. And I apologize for the delay if I have anyone who is actually reading this fic.

There was a sudden rustling in the bushes near the quidditch stands. Two figures loomed out of the darkness. One was tall and avergae-sized, while the other was shorter and stockier.

"Are you sure you're gonna go through with it?" The short figure asked the other.

"Obviously. My life depends on it."

"But I know how you get... so sympath-"

"LISTEN. I said I'd DO it. ok?"

"Fine."

"But I wish to do it alone. Leave. NOW."

The short one held up his hands defensively and backed away.

"Okay, Shawn. I'll see you back at the-"

"Just leave." The one called Shawn sounded obviously aggrivated by his brother. Quickly, he left with a small pop. Apparition. Technically not allowed on school grounds, but there's a way around the enchantment by use of Dark Magic.

Shawn walked out into the middle of the quidditch pitch and sighed as he surveyed his surroundings. It was now nearing three in the morning.

Who is Shawn, you may ask. Well, his full name is Shawn Cyrus Lestrange, the eldest son of Mrs Bellatrix Lestrange. He is seveteen years young. As you can possibly imagine, he is involved in the activities of the Death Eaters, mostly thanks to his mother. But it's not like he approves of the missions the death eaters send him on. Take this one, for example. Shawn was ordered, against his will, to kidnap the elusive Jess Sterling. For the sole purpose that her parents were prominent aurors in the wizarding community. Shawn could tell the minute he glanced at Jess Sterling's file, he knew he would be unwilling to take her captive. The picture in the file portrayed a smiling girl of fifteen with long, glossy black hair and a spark of mischief in her eyes. She was young. Innocent. She didn't have to see the horrors he himself had to witness at fifteen. Furthurmore, Shawn didn't want her to.

But orders were orders. It was either accept the mission or die.

Shawn shool his head as he continued the survey of the quidditch pitch. According to Mommy Dearest, Jess would be at the pitch by now. Shawn glanced up at the stands and saw a figure sprawled out on a bench. He quickly apparated to those stands.

Sure enough, the figure was Jess Sterling. She was peacefully asleep, with her broomstick leaning aginast a bench.

Shawn bit down on his lower lip as he studied the girl. He really didn't want to do this. Accept the mission or die. Voldemort's words echoed in his mind. He sighed and leaned down, gently shaking her awake.

Jess's eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her eyes then glanced at Shawn. The shadow of a smile passed her face.

"Who are you?"

Shawn couldn't help but smile at her inquisitive manner. "Shawn Lestrange. Jess Sterling, is it? It's a pleasure. But, I'm sorry, but this is supposedly a kidnapping imposed by the death eaters." He paused and bit down on his tongue, hard. He had let too much slip.

Jess yawned. "What are you talking about...?"

Shawn shook his head. "I promise I will explain everything, but you just need to come with me."

Jess narrowed her eyes as she surveyed this Shawn guy. Messy brown hair. Serious blue eyes. Tall, fit. If this had been any other time, under other circumstances, Jess would have considered him handsome. "Why?" Her vice was tinged with suspicion.

"My life depends on it. Literally. I'd hate to sound selfish, but if I return to headquarters without you, I'm dead."

Jess narrowed her eyes even furthur. She was still having doubts about this guy.

"Please?"

Jess rolled her eyes slightly and nodded. "Fine."

Shawn sighed. "Look. I'll promise they won't hurt you. I'll let them kill me before they lay a hand on you. I'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters. But now, you just need to trust me. Do you trust me?"

Jess glanced at him one last time before slowly nodding.

"Ok. Let's go."

He stuck out both of his hands and Jess took them. Effortlessly, Shawn pulled her to her feet.

"We're going to have to apparate. You don;t know how, so we're gonna have to do side-long apparition."

Jess nodded to show she understood. Shawn pulled Jess to him, his arms wrapped around her. In a minute they were experiencing the confusing effects of apparition before they landed, surrounded by darkness in the cold depths of a rather spacious manor.