Hey Everybody! So sorry that it took me so long to update. Also I'm sorry that this chapter is about 700 words shorter than my 2000 word average. So to sum up what I have been doing instead of writing. I was moving across the country, going back to school, working(much less than my 53 hours per week between three jobs that I was over the summer), watching Big Bang Theory(Sheldon is AWESOME), homework, cooking in my first apartment, more homework, visiting family, oh and Writing a new story!

It's also a Harry Potter Fanfiction. It is not cannon. It is rated T, like Muggle Missing if you can sit through Harry Potter then you will be able to read it. It is about Rosaline Malfoy, Draco's older sister who is forced to marry Rabastan Lestrange upon the mass break out from Azkaban, but then when Fred Weasley is captured and taken to Malfoy manor, she decides to save him. It's a really good story, and if you like Muggle Missing/my writing you should also like 'The Cave'.

I know you are probably thinking "OMG EW! She is forced to marry her uncle! What the hell is this? Arkansas or the European Royal families from back in the 1800's!"(Lol, I've got family from Arkansas, yep they enjoyed being akin to their kin ;)) 'The Cave' is not that bad, I promise there will NOT be any major EW moments, the engagement is announced and people will talk about the wedding and that will be it. It is a clean story.

I am not JKR. Never have been, nor ever will be. I do not own the characters, except Portia. The plot is mine.

Also please review! The make my day, if you are sick of how long my updates take then you can favorite or put the story where you will be alerted when I update.

Muggle Missing Chapter 7

The female newscaster was brisk: "The authorities are still looking into the gas leak that killed seven people at Northridge Plaza a few months ago. The cause of the leak is still unknown and the circumstances are unusual, since the victims were found on the outside, not inside of the plaza. Three teens are still missing since the leak: Portia Burke, 17, Hillarie Davis, 18, and Evelyn Carroll, 18. If you have any information leading to their whereabouts, please contact the authorities."

She continued: "These are just a few of the strange things happening around London recently. There have been more than fifty disappearances since January, and around a hundred deaths. Further, it is believed that more have occurred, but have not been reported. The disappearances and murders are believed to be caused by widespread gang activity, though investigators in the U.K.'s urban centers have turned up no leads among the usual suspects. Most of the attacks have occurred in alleyways at night, so be sure to steer clear of them.

Click. The television shut off. The middle aged woman sat back in her office chair with a sigh.

"Millicent, you're not telling me these deaths are caused by Magic? The disappearances too? You think He-Who-Whats'-It is behind all of this?"

"Prime Minister, I know this is shocking to only be in office a short while and be confronted by these deaths and disappearances, but, yes, I do believe dark magic is behind all of this. We will have an Auror-one of our best and brightest, Frank Longbottom,-follow you around to keep you safe, but you need to accept what is going on and take precautions."

"What about the girls: Portia, Evelyn, and Hillarie? Are they still alive?"

"We're not sure at the moment. We're doing our best to track them down, but He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers do not usually leave survivors, especially not Muggles. Most are killed within hours of their capture."

"Most? What happens if they aren't? My God… Were they... They're not being tortured, are they?"

"If they are still alive, possibly. …We don't know. If they are alive we could wipe their memories so they wouldn't have to remember it. Don't get your hopes up, though. There's not been a single Muggle survivor so far."

The sky darkened with the ominous clouds of an approaching storm. The branches on the trees surrounding the walk up to the small house on the outskirts of a cemetery began to shake and sway as a sharp north wind picked up.

Out of the dimness a back figure appeared like smoke. As it approached, the old house more figures appeared and disappeared into the house.

Two dozen men and several women sat around a large table in the large banquet hall. A girl with dark brown hair was stretched out in front of them on the table, motionless. She had been kidnapped and tortured, but for now was safely unconscious and there only physically, protected from the horrors around her. A fireplace by the huge table, bare of everything but soot, lay cold and lifeless as the faces of those waiting for their dark leader. Soon, a lean and cruel-looking man stalked into the room, and even the desperate men at the table gave an involuntary shudder, as if evil itself had joined them. Dark hair and an almost boyish charm thinly disguised the cruelty that this man was capable of. Unspeakable activities, it was all in a day's play for him to torture children, or organize mass killings, but he remained impassive. This man was feared by all, so feared that the men around the table-rather dangerous entities in their own right-would not even say his name, Lord Voldemort. They knew that the play on the French word for death, la mort, fitted his name perfectly.

The evil man spoke, softly but with authority: "My faithful followers, I see that you have enjoyed yourselves these last couple of weeks. Good but don't alarm the Muggles too unduly. I have been traveling, recruiting new followers from distant lands, even over to in the new world. There is much to be done there, happily—our forces are gathering strength worldwide. I have come here only for a brief meeting, just a check-in of sorts. I have a request for one of you. I am in need of a house elf for the next leg of my travel."

There was a quiet murmur as those at the table exchanged glances, and then one of the younger ones, a strong one with long wavy black hair cleared his throat.

"I will lend you my family's elf Kreacher, sir," he offered. Regulus Black had long wanted to prove himself a loyal subject, though in reality he never could be, having by some quirk of fate much too much compassion. He cared for people, even Muggles. Nonetheless, if he hadn't of volunteered his own house elf somebody else would have stepped up, and his parents would have censured him. And he knew that his deranged cousin Bellatrix would certainly have told his parents.

"Very good Regulus, summon him here at once. I leave immediately," the Dark Lord smiled his grim smile. Getting up from his seat abruptly signaled the end of the meeting. Karkaroff went over to Dolohov and whispered something into his ear. Dolohov left to intercept Barty.

"How's the Muggle?" asked Evan Rosier, sneering as he blocked Antonin's way to Barty. Antonin suddenly noticed that Rosier's eyes were close to if not the same color as Portia's.

"Fine." Antonin said curtly. The mention of his Portia and his sentimental noticing how similar Rosier's eyes were to hers annoyed him. What was it to him how she was doing?

"Oh? I thought she wouldn't be fine-if she really was tortured as much as Crouch said." Rosier was clearly trying to provoke him. In an attempt not to get nettled, Antonin he walked past him, bumping as he passed. "You know Crouch doesn't agree with how you well treat her. She's a Muggle after all. If he has his way the Dark Lord will learn of her and may decide that she needs a new keeper-ne that will put her in her place, six feet under in the dirt with the rest of the filth on this earth." There was a flash of green behind them from somebody disposing the muggle on the table.

Near the table, Barty walked up to the Dark Lord and spoke up anxiously, "My Lord, may I have a moment?"

"Yes, you may. Wait in my study. I shouldn't be gone for too long. Regulus, you come along." Voldemort led Barty into his personal library, and Regulus followed the Dark Lord out of the house.

While waiting in the library, Barty noticed a book on the shelf, Tenebris de Occulta Arte. It was a decrepit, tattered book—several hundred years old from the looks of it. He picked it up and gingerly looked through it. He read through a few of the pages, chock full dark spells in Latin-spells he had never heard of and that would never have been in any book at Hogwarts. Idly, kept reading, thankful that his parents had encouraged, forced was more the word, him to study Latin as a child. Unexpectedly, the door burst open as Antonin rushed in and slammed the door behind him.

"You idiot, why did you have to go and tell Rosier!" Antonin was furious.

"What does it matter to you who I told or will tell?" Crouch looked up, but seeing that Antonin was upset, he backed off. "Look at this," he pointed to a certain spell in the book. Antonin read it over the passage in question and suddenly smiled.

"Mollis sed suscipit risus," Antonin worded with a grin. He waved his wand in a circular motion and out came another book, identical to the first one. He put his new Tenebris de Occulta Arte, in to his jacket. Barty hesitated, not wanting to anger his dark master, but decided to risk it. He quickly scrawled out a note to the Voldemort, explaining his disappearance and mentioning that if his lordship needed a different house elf his own would be more than willing to serve. The two men then both apparated instantly.

So sorry that this is short, but school comes first. I am currently working on MM chapter 8 along with chapter 2 of 'The Cave'. If you want to know how they are going you are welcome to PM me. I usually respond within a few days. Oh also if you want some update's on MM/The cave BEFORE I post them here, I have started uploading them to GoogleDocs so if you want I send you the link to them(Currently I am setting that the docs can only be reached by people who have the link)

Also does anybody think that they know about which book Crouch and Dolohov stole? I'll give a hint. YES it will(Has been) be found at Hogwarts. ;)

Ok I think I have neglected the reviews for long enough.

Punk Beauty- Thank you! Don't worry there is much more Crouch to come! ;) He and Dolohov are gonna be VERY bad boys in the upcoming chapters.

Creamsodafloat- Lol, I laughed so hard when I wrote that. One of my favorite puns todate. Well you know, if you don't like him taking advantage of Muggles, you could just start hating them. I mean sure you are a Muggle, but it's not like other Muggles treat each other fairly. If you don't believe me look up any online news paper. Tons of examples in there. Of course I am kidding about that.

Xxh2o-fanxx- Thank you! Antonin Dolohov is one of the original Death Eaters. He tortures and kills Muggles for fun and was responsible for killing Molly Weasley's two brothers. He also was the first name Igor Karkaroff named (in the books, book four) when he gave other death eaters names for his freedom. Antonin Dolohov also was one of the 10 to break out from Azkaban Prison in the mass break out of '96. He also was in the battles of the department of mysteries (injures Hermione), Tottenham Court Road (memory wiped by Hermione), and then also the Battle of Hogwarts (where he kills Remus Lupin and duels Seamus, Dean, Parverti,(all at once!) and then also Professor Flitwick)

Dr. Who is awesome. I have a picture of him up from Frightnight (its so great he looks SOOOOOO moody, just like Crouch from last chapter).

Also keep checking back on the favoriting, I know my account will be so lame and then suddenly work.

EME22- hey thanks for reviewing again! Oh good! I thought they would be out being mean on Friday night, and Lucious seems like the character to take every opportunity to get more money.

Sorry you don't seem to have a name, but thanks for reviewing! Oh she won't really "lose hope", it more of gets taken away…to prison…