"Voldemort has taken the Ministry of Magic."

Chelsey was frozen. He WON? What about Harry Potter? Wasn't he supposed to prevent this? Wasn't he supposed to be out there saving the world? Yes, Dumbledore's Army was still managing to hold out, but now?

"It has also been found that Harry Potter is dead."

Dead.

How could he be dead? He's Harry Freakin' Potter! Chelsey knew it was now probably a good time to freak out. She looked back to Draco's table. He was there, sitting down, trying to look calm, like he had been waiting for this day forever, but when Chelsey met his eyes, she could see the fear, and utter shock, and the unknown.

It was strange. Draco was a Malfoy. Always on their game; cool, collected and coy. But the man staring back at her was now none of these things, but simply human. He broke their gaze when he was grabbed and jostled off by Parkinson.

Chelsey knew she needed to get away, hidden or even OUT of Hogwarts. With no Dumbledore around there would be nobody there to protect the half-bloods, let alone the muggle borns. If she found Luna, maybe she had a chance. Dumbledore's Army was sure to have a plan for this scenario right?

It wouldn't have mattered. While on her way to the Ravenclaws house, she was apprehended by Greyback and Yaxley. "Look Fenrir, a widdle Wavencwah! I wonder where she is headed!" Greyback turned to his companion, "Yes Yax. And she certainly doesn't smell pure blooded. I'm sure His Dark Lord wouldn't miss just ONE!" The werewolf coiled back as if ready at any moment to spring into action. He was however stopped short by a blonde, who burst in front of Chelsey.

"Greyback, You know the rules. Yaxley, you should have stopped him." Yaxley shrugged showing his apathy to the situation. He did comply and tap Fenrir, nodding his head, as in a signal to leave. Fenrir snapped his teeth and Chelsey, but left, leaving the newcomer to deal with the half blood.

Chelsey was surprised to see the one and only Draco Malfoy turn to look at her. She only managed to catch the whisper, "I'm sorry," before everything went black.

When Chelsey came to, it was dark, but she could tell that she was in a crowded room. She heard a faint gavel strike which got her attention.

"Rae, Chelsey." Chelsey stood up and walked towards the light she assumed was a door.

Upon reaching the door, the bright lights left her temporarily blinded. Before her eyes could adjust she was blindfolded and placed in a chair. When they strap was removed, and her sense of sight returned, she saw a sea of black cloaks and silver masks, and centered was Severus Snape.

"Rae, Chelsey. Seventeen. Student at Hogwarts. Found carrying a wand; 13 inches, Made of Cherry and containing the hair of a Griffin. Blood Status; Half Blood. Your sentence is enslavement to a pure blood family until they see fit. Next Case."

Chelsey was stunned. Sentence? So what if her mom used a muggle sperm donor! Both her moms were wizards. Maybe she could get Crickett to petition to get Chelsey released into their custody, as their "Slave." If she could contact either of them that is.

She had been in her cell for less than two minutes, when a guard came to her cell. "Rae. You've been assigned." Chelsey was careful not to hope. HS stepped out of the cell and followed the guard down the hall to her "new Family" but she wasn't ready for what she saw.

Chelsey had ended up with the Malfoy's. As the smile slid like stink sap from her face, and small smirk bloomed on Draco's. Chelsey searched his eyes for some are of force or discomfort, such as at Hogwarts, but none was to be found.

The Genuine smirk was the most terrifying part.

*A/N: OK! I know I said Wednesday, but surprise its up early! I'm still working out kinks in the plot in three, so don't rush me. You'll be happy with the finished project.!*