Ok, I know I said that I would try to get it up within the week…but I'm a procrastinator! So, I hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! All the characters that you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, Sienne and any other character you don't recognize belong to me. Oh, and the plot :D.

Sienne hurried across the gardens along with her fellow students as the death eaters were catching up. Madame Maxime was currently tapping her hat frantically with her wand and instructed all the pupils to hold on tight. How they all managed to grab hold, I do not know, but next thing she knew Sienne felt something tugging at her naval and she knew that her headmistress was taking them somewhere safe.

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Professor McGonagall was worried. Pierre Maçon (a French contact) had just confirmed an attack on Beauxbatons and since Dumbledore – bless his soul - had passed away, things had been hetic! There were attacks almost daily and the fatality rate was high. People were fainting from exhaustion and just last week, one of their best aurors had landed himself in St Mungo's from over-working himself.

Shaking her head from her thoughts, she tried to focus on the current problem and decided to discuss it with the portraits in the headmaster's office. She didn't like going in there, it reminded her too much of Dumbledore.

As she was walking past the painting of Unix, the legendary unicorn, she happened to glance out of the window on her right. A mass of students dress in blue silk was standing by the quidditch field. Then she saw Madme Maxime…wait, Madame Maxime? McGonagall did an about-turn and rushed down all the stairs until she reached the grand entrance hall. Then, she fixed herself – she didn't look ruffled in front of anyone – and pushed open the doors to welcome her new guests.

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Sienne looked around, they seemed to have landed outside a castle and they were next to a quidditch pitch, where were they? Sienne had never been here before. She tried to ask Madame Maxime what was going on, but her headmistress was too busy checking for casualties. So, she wandered over to where a group of girls stood. This group of girls were some of the only students that didn't laugh at her and so Sienne thought that talking to them was her best bet.

"Hello, umm…do any of you know what's going on?" Sienne asked shyly. One of the girls turned to look at her; she had amazingly straight chestnut hair and a dazzling smile.

"Oh! It's Sienne!" she cooed, "I'm sorry, ma chère, but death eaters have attacked Beaubatons! We can't go back for a while. I don't know the details but Madame Maxime told us that they had set fire to the school."

Sienne looked down to her feet, 'they have set fire to the school?' she thought, aghast, 'what were we going to do about our NEWTs?' But her mind was ripped away onto something else – the doors to the castle were opening.

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Harry Potter was a very unusual boy indeed. For one thing he was a wizard, for another he was the boy-who-lived and for another he had faced Voldemort no less than five times. Currently, he was sitting in a muggle café with his best friends in Aberdeen. You may ask why he was sitting in a café in Aberdeen and not in school learning about curly-toothed kopanorms. Well, he was searching for horcruxes – the key to defeating Voldemort. Two had already been destroyed: the diary, which he stabbed with a basilisk's tooth in his second year; and the ring, which Dumbledore had destroyed just last year. There were five left, including Voldemort himself and Harry had his doubts as to whether he could defeat Voldemort for good.

Harry sighed, he would have to return to Hogwarts soon because he had promised McGonagoll that he would visit every month. Not that he didn't like going back to Hogwarts, it was just that it reminded him of the good times when he was still oblivious and could have fun playing quidditch with his friends and without any worries. Now that he couldn't have that feeling anymore, he hated visiting any place that teased him with those memories.

Harry, Ron and Hermione got up, paid and left the café. They walked in silence back to their hotel room, they turned the corner and were nearing the hotel. Then, Harry and Ron looked at Hermione as she screamed and pointed to the sky.

The Dark Mark.

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