Samara was deeply asleep when Ebony entered her room. Ebony hovered in the doorway, watching the sunlight through the stained glass window in front of her fade to black. She sighed and hoped that Lenera and Remus would be alright, as it was a full moon that night before moving to wake up Samara.

"Wake up lovely," she whispered, settling on the bed and shaking the other vampire's shoulders.

"Hmm?" Samara answered groggily, looking up at her friend. Her eyes struggled to focus for a moment, but then realisation dawned and she smiled. "I was wondering when you'd come and visit," she said with a grin, slipping to the edge of her bed and finding her slippers. She paused and looked up at Ebony, who was chewing one of her finger nails. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Me? Well, apart from the fact that Dracula tried to kill me-"

"Again?"

"Yes, again," Ebony explained impatiently. "Back to the point. You are pregnant with Will's sprog, yes? It's going to be born the most famous and most powerful vampire known to darken a doorway,." she told Samara, a dark expression on her face. "Therefore, the time has come for you to get the hell out of here. If Voldemort gets a hold of your kid, Harry Potter wont stand a ice cubes hope in hell against him. Remember Samara, it's difficult to kill something that is immortal."

"So, other than the fact I need to go into hiding, which I am not going to do, that was all you woke me up for?"

"Why not?" Ebony cried in dispair. "You want to be around for the next time that power-hungry monster-"

"Monster, Ebony? Pot calling the kettle a little, don't you think?" A funny look crossed Samara's face; a mixture of a glazed expression and fear. The fear told Ebony that Samara was still in there.

"Maybe you ought to go home, Samara. You don't seem interested in saving anyone anymore," Ebony growled, turning to Samara's belongings and packing them with a swish of her wand. "Use the appiration hotspot outside. And if any of those Vampires show themselves her again, I wont be merciful Tell them that." What Samara hadn't seen was Ebony slip a note into her cloak pocket, hand written in Ebony's cursive style.

"Maybe," Samara answered, turning to leave and striding out the door. Ebony slumped down the wall and put her head in her hands, which is where she sat for almost an hour before a long wolfish howl drew her attention to the window. She strode over to the beautiful glass work and stared out of the window. The moon was high and, on the lawns stretching down to the forest, Ebony could see two wolves playing. Illumination and Solitaire were grazing near to the lake, away to her left, prancing in and out of the shallow water. She sighed and put her head in her hands, slumping to the floor. Pink blood-coloured tears dribbled down her face, cutting thick, pink rivers down her pale skin and flooded out over her hands, between her fingers.

"You ought not to cry, Ebony." Ebony leapt to her feet and glanced around her room, not seeing anyone. The voice had, she was certain, belonged to Barty Crouch Junior. She and her friends had gone to school with him, spent 7 years with him; she'd have recognised his voice anywhere.

"Why did you put Samara under the Imperius curse?" Ebony asked the room at large. There was no reply, and just as she assumed that she was, in fact, going mad, an answer returned to her.

"I didn't have anything to do with that," he replied.

"Where the hell are you?" Ebony finally snapped, every hair on her body standing on end in fear and alertness.

"Occulmency," came the reply. "You never were very good at it."

"I know that," Ebony replied in her head as she walked out of the door, locking it behind her and striding down the corridor to her own room. "I thought the Dementors got a hold of you, a few years ago."

"The Dark Lord had already brought them over to our cause. Well, his cause," Barty told her as Ebony flopped onto her own bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I thought you agreed with him, Barty," she jeered in response, sending him a mental projection of an argument similar to this they'd had before. "I'm not going to be there to save you're ass again, Barty," she scolded with a sigh.

"I'm not asking you to. I've made my bed this time, I need to face the consequences." There was silence and, just as Ebony considered checking if he was still there, Barty came back through, sounding nervous. "Samara just got back. How long before she drops the baby?" he asked her.

"About two months, I'd say."

"Ebony, you have to get her out of here, because they're going to kill her as soon as that kid is born."

Ebony sat bolt upright on her bed. "What?" she asked incredulously.

"I have to go. Stay safe." And he was gone. Ebony snapped to her feet and, grabbing her wand from her bedside table, she hurried to the corridor to do some research.

"What's the matter with you, Crouch?" asked Malfoy, standing beside Barty as the two of them moved through the dimly lit passage way towards Lord Voldemort's private reception room, where Samara was being interrogated. She had barely been back at the castle ten minutes before Voldemort summoned her. Barty shook his head gently and replied hastily to Malfoy's question.

"Nothing, Malfoy, just thinking," he replied as he left Ebony's mind and stated the password to allow them entry to the room. Barty reflected that, in all the time her had been at school with the three girls, he had never really spent that much time with Samara. Seemed like he'd have his chance though, seeing as Lord Voldemort's plan was to have Barty guard Samara locked in a cell until her baby was born, away from blood and from everything else she knew. As the entered the room, Samara was bound to a chair at the centre and Lord Voldemort was standing in front of her, his wand poised in his right hand.

"Imperio Liberati," Voldemort said with a swish of his wand. Samara's stupified expression returned as she was freed of the Imperius curse.

"What? Where.. Where am I?" she asked, glancing around. She suddenly look up into the face of You-Know-Who and her heart skipped a beat, her baby kicking in her stomach.

"Welcome home, Samara," he said, a cruel smile on his face.

"How did I get here?" she questioned in a small, scared voice.

"Ebony sent you away, said you were too dangerous, unpredictable to be around so many children at Hogwarts," Voldemort stated, twisting the story from it's truth, turning Samara against Ebony. "She told you that you weren't to be trusted; she didn't trust her best friend. She chose Lenera over you, Samara." Samara's face contorted in internal agony, tears flowing readily down her face as her brain registered the betrayal. Voldemort leaned closer to Samara's face and whispered so only she could hear, "Welcome Home."

"Thank you... Master," Samara replied, a small part of her heart dying - the part she had kept always for Ebony. Wormtail moved forward to pour a small amount of Veritaserum into Samara's mouth and she drank it down."Ask me what you will my Lord; I will tell you anything."

"Very good, Samara. Is Ebony Malfatti working at Hogwarts?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes," Samara replied, a glazed expression on her face.

"How much does that dirty halfbreed know?"

"As much as I told her. She knows what you plan to do with her." Voldemort raised his wand to perform the Cuciatus curse on Samara, but Will stepped in front of him.

"She is pregnant with something you want," he pleaded. Voldemort dropped his wand hand back to his side.

"Very well. Does she know that you are pregnant?"

There was a short pause before Samara answered. "Yes, she does. She also knows when the baby is due and what this will mean to you and all your little friends."

Voldemort laughed and the Death Eaters obediently chuckled along with him. "Does she indeed? Does she."

".. And then he just disappeared," Ebony told Tonks, Remus and Lenera at Breakfast the next morning.

"So you have to go back there to rescue Samara?" Lenera asked, buttering her croissant carefully.

"Yes."

"Somewhat counterproductive, wouldn't you say?" Remus added, pouring himself some more coffee. The two werewolves didn't look as bad as they usually did after a full moon due to Ebony's expert Wolfsbane potion.

Ebony nodded as she swallowed her mouthful of bacon covered in ketchup. "Well yes, but it seemed safer than letting a vampire under Lord Voldemort's control wander as she pleased among all these little darlings," she explained, indicating the school sat in front of them with her fork. "Also, I would like to think that Barty, thanks to our communication last night, will keep and eye on her."

"He's a Death Eater!" Tonks replied, spraying them all in toast. She blushed and swallowed hard as they all brushed half-chewed toast particles off their clothes. "How can you even consider trusting him?"

"Because he's the best we've got?" Remus put in, using his wand to stir his coffee. "I think, under the circumstances, you ought to tell Harry what's going on."

"What, and let it get back to Minerva? She'll roast Ebbs alive," Lenera replied with an incredulous look on her face.

"Indeed. I think, though, the true weight of this situation should be explained to Harry and his little cohort of friends. He should be kept in the light, not the dark," Ebony argued, pushing her finished plate away from her.

"I think you have a point there," Remus agreed.

"And not just on the top of your head," Tonks said, recieving unimpressed sighs from the other three.

"He doesn't stand a chance against an immortal Voldemort," Lenera sighed, a pensive look on her face.

"Well, we just have to make sure that Samara's baby doesn't fall into the wrong hands. In the meantime, we just continue like we know nothing. Let's hope Barty comes through again."

A/N

I know the last chapter was kinda short, but I hope this one makes up for it! It's been too long since I updated this, I hope I'll be able to keep up! Please please Review for me! Thank you for reading!

Note; Though it is often considered true that Vampires cannot get pregnant, I thoughts that as Samara is only a halfbreed, she would be able to have offspring. Sorry if this is confusing or anything!