ROSE

I had been told what happened to Katrina and Amy last night, and I was scared. I was very relieved that they were all right, because the thing that the painting had said the day before was making me paranoid. She had tried to kill Amy. She should have died. That would have been the ultimate sacrifice, and I thought that that was the kind of sacrifice that Dumbledore had been referring to. Whenever I looked at the horcrux list, the same thing went through my head. We still had to do the jewelry box, the rose, the locket and the barrette. The barrette was most likely in her hair-though I had hoped not-the box was in her dormitory, but we still didn't know exactly what M.M. meant. We didn't know where Voldemort's "grave" was. I received a large package from a brown owl, and looked at the tag.

Rose,

This is a gift for you, just because we felt like you would like it, Love you!

-Mum and Dad

I opened the box to find inside was a large crate. I clicked open the crate gently, and I peeked inside. There was a sleeping orange and white kitten curled up in a ball in the corner. I reached toward it and felt its soft kitten fur. It opened its green eyes and looked inquisitively at me. Then it walked up to me and purred as it rubbed its tiny head up against my arm. I looked lovingly at the small animal, all thoughts of fear and death behind me. All that mattered was me and this small creature that loved me. Amy had a cat as well, but while we were at school it stayed in the Ravenclaw common room. It's name was "Sigma," but we, aside from Amy, had come to the conclusion that we should call it "dumb cat," because that was very accurate. I looked at the bundle of fur in my arms. "I'll call you Missy," I told the little orange fuzzball. I then realized that I was still in the owlry, and I gingerly put Missy in my bookbag, and turned around to see that Cecilia had come up the stairs, looking for me.

CECILIA

"I know where the locket must be, Rose. In Malfoy Manor. It's all I could thing of for "M.M." and she's been living in my house as long as I can remember, so there's likely a horcrux hidden in her attic bedroom," I said, finally able to voice the theory that I had thought of in the middle of the night the night before.

"That must be it," replied Rose. "Do you by any chance have an idea where Voldemort's grave might be? That one has really been stumping me. I've looked in plenty of books, and none of them say anything about Voldemort being buried, literally or figuratively."

"I don't think, in the literal sense, he was buried at all. There is a shrine to the battle of Hogwarts and everyone who died there. I'm sure Tiffany would consider it as also a shrine to Voldemort himself, which in a way, you could argue that he did die in the battle, so the shrine is also for him…I wouldn't actually be surprised if he actually had been buried there after all," Rose looked at me carefully. It seemed that she was finally realizing the Ravenclaw in me.

"So, I think our best bet is to get one over with today. We only have two, but chances are that Tiffany has started to realize that they're gone. I don't really know how these things work exactly-the only books that cover it are in the Restricted Section, and believe me, I've tried-but I'm guessing that us destroying a part of her soul might cause her pain. Once, she might think it's a coincidence, but twice, I think she'll be onto us, don't you?"

"Yeah. The sooner we get these over with, the better. We can't give her the time or satisfaction to hurt us." Katrina came racing into the room, white as a ghost, even paler than her ordinarily pale Malfoy complexion, unblinkingly staring at a piece of parchment she had outstretched in front of her, far away from her body, as though if it got close it could tear her apart. There was a look of urgent fear in her face. She finally broke the silence by whispering, quietly, though loud enough for both me and Rose to hear.

"She's got mum." She reached the piece of parchment out farther to me, and as I read it, the blood seemed to leave my body.

Katrina Malfoy,

You have betrayed my daughter, Tiffany, and helped your sister and the other brats. Now you must pay. I am using the Cruciatus curse on your mum, and if you do not arrive in an hour, you will never see your precious mummy alive again.

Toodles, Auntie Bella

Bellatrix Lestrange had my mother, and she was going to be killed within the hour. "Rose," I sputtered, "We need to get the others. We're going on a last-minute trip to my house."

LILY

We made the decision to fly on thestrals, though only Amy could see them, because she had watched her father die as a baby. I sat on an invisible creature, flying through the air, and I felt a bit nauseous. I liked brooms much better, but most of us, with the exception of "Princess Katrina Malfoy" had not brought our broomsticks to school, due to the fact that first-years weren't allowed them. We came in to a landing at a very large mansion, with white beams holding up the ceiling, and I thought I saw peacocks strutting far off in the gardens nearby. No surprise that the Malfoys lived here.

KATRINA

"All right, Rose and Amy, you should go and try and find the horcrux in the attic..Remember, it's the locket. Lily, Katrina an I will go to the basement. There's no doubt that there's where she has her," Cecilia said, swallowing at the last word.

"Should I go with Amy and Rose? I mean, this is just a bit personal…" Lily stammered.

"We need someone else to hide behind something and go get help if we need it. We don't know what she's going to try and do to us," I spoke for the first time since we were up in the owlry. Lily nodded, accepting that she might have to watch some things that may be hard to witness.

We walked into the dark basement, trying to breathe quietly, though our hearts were pounding like we were running a marathon. Lily hid behind a giant box, and then I saw it. What I had been dreading. My mum was lying on the ground, writhing in pain. Bellatrix was laughing manically laughing, and tossing her around like a doll. "STOP!" I hollered. My mum went limp, and everything was quiet.

"Katrina, Cecilia, how wonderful of you to join us!" I heard a cold voice that used to belong to my friend. "Who are you to crash our party?" Asked Tiffany. "Crucio."

"Ahh! Ahhh!" I screamed in pain and agony. I had never imagined anything like this. It was as if my nightmares were coming true. Bellatrix preformed the same spell on my mother and sister. Then the pain stopped, and I felt to the hard, cold cement floor. "Mum…" I whispered, as I practically crawled to where my sister and my mum lay. My mum's eyes looked into mine desperately. I felt as if we were all going to die, unless Lily could go find help, which seemed impossible. She was unable to do anything to save us.