(A/N: I doubt I have any more loyal readers, and I am sad to say that. But for the sake of my FanFic readers of the past, I'm actually putting a new chappie up!)

Haley's POV:

"Professor McGonagall? Is that you? Do you need a throat lozenge?" I walked aimlessly through the dark room.

"Shut up, stupid girl. I knew Severus would send you here. I've known him MUCH too long." The voice cackled.

"Professor, are you sick? Maybe you need a vacation because I've only been here 7 years and I think I'VE known Professor Snape MUCH TOO LONG! I have a note for y-"

"FOOLISH CHILD! I am Lord Voldemort, I am not Minerva McGonagall!"

I screamed as the hideous face grew brighter as someone near Voldemort muttered, "Lumos."

"I'll just be going then, Voldemort, it was nice seeing you. Uh, maybe we could do this again sometime!" I started to sprint towards the door, but an icy, clammy, hand grabbed my wrist.

"I don't think that's necessary, I know my way out!" I screamed as the grip became tighter, and tighter, and…

BAM. My head hit the floor.

"Girl. GIRL!"

"Hmm? Hehsh? Ooh… that was a really weird dream…" I sat up groggily. My head hurt. "Where am I?" I asked suddenly.

"YOU ARE IN MY LAIR!" an icy voice cackled.

"Lair? Ha, that's a good one. Wait, lair? OH MY GOD! HELP!" I screamed so loudly, that I couldn't hear for 2 minutes after I was finished screaming.

So it wasn't a dream. It was all real. And dark.

Voldemort grabbed me and tied me around a pole before I could run away.

"So, dumb girl. Who do you think's gonna save you now?" He pulled out his wand and a Death Eater with terrible breath took mine.

Tears flooded my eyes. I couldn't help it.

"So, if I kill you now, the boy will come soon and find you dead. He will be too depressed that his loved one is dead, that he wont be able to fight, and then I'll kill HIM!" Voldemort told his Death Eater comrades. They all laughed evilly.

"Wait…" I found something wrong with that statement. "LOVED one?"

"Oooooooooooh yes, girl. You didn't know that he LOVED you, did you? That's why I need YOU as bait!" Voldemort showed fake sympathy.

I stopped sniffling. Chris loved me! "How do you know?" I asked, suspicious. Maybe Voldemort was lying.

"I see what he thinks and dreams of. I'll show you now." Voldemort said a spell which was unrecognizable, and a few lights flashed. A small screen pf ;ight shone on the wall of the lair, and I could finally see around me.

The lair was a dusty, dirty, disgusting little room that anyone could HARDLY call a lair. The black wallpaper was peeling, and oozing something really nasty looking. Puke green fluff was coming out of the pink and puke green floral sofa, and I could see the springs. The ground was cold and filthy. It was hard to tell if there was a floor under there, because all I could see was dirt and mud. To me it seemed like an abandoned gym, because there was a skinny running track above our heads, that was only visible with the light screen on the wall. The only nice thing in the "lair" was a black leather chair, occupied by the one, the only, Voldemort.

On the light screen, words flashed, Chris's thoughts. The first little sentence I saw was:

How come Haley's not back yet?

Then:

Was she in trouble?

Then:

What if something happened to her? What if it has to do with my father's letter?

Dear Chris,

Haley Krum is getting visions. We think they are of Voldemort, and Voldemort may be trying to lure you into something. Don't worry, it's nothing serious now, just be warned. If you get a Voldemort vision, SEND AN OWL TO ME! Stay where you are, I'll handle it.

I love you, son,

Dad

The screen went blank. Uh-oh. Now Voldemort knows Chris's dad'll come if Chris has a vision!

"Perfect," Voldemort snorted. "I'd rather have his dad over for a small duel. Let's give young Potter a vision!"

"NOOOOO!" I shouted.

"SHUT UP, OR I'LL KILL YOU!" one of the Death Eaters threatened.

Voldemort took his wand and put it to his head. He pulled out a long string of silver, and put it through the screen. The screen went dark.

Voldemort laughed and laughed.

All I could do was wait.

(A/N: Aren't you proud of me? I did this in one sitting, since my typing's all fast-like now! R&R peeps! Expect more chappies, I'm pumped today!)