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OK so here is chapter 8, I hope everybody likes it! Also I hope everybody had an awesome break and holidays!

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Also this chapter has mild swearing(the F word two times near the end). If you go to public school it will not be worse then what you will hear there.

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I ran my hand through my hair, when was the last time I really washed it, a few months ago? Sure I took showers regularly, but to really have my hair washed, I could feel the oily residue on my fingers. I stopped when I reached my ear. My earring was missing. I checked the other one to find the companion also gone. I had them just yesterday. They were the only left of my family. My father had given me them after my mother's funeral. The earrings were bronze Indian coins from the 1940's. On the French hook there was a blue stone. The coin was hallowed out in the middle with the words "PICE^INDIA^1944" around the outer edge. On the other side it had a filigree pattern.

The door to my room slowly slid open. From where I was sitting on the bed I looked up to find Karkaroff standing there.

"Do you want to eat? I can make something." He asked.

"Sure." I replied. Ever since the incident with Barty, Karkaroff was around way more, he was also oddly nicer since then. It had only been a few days but there was drastic improvement.

"Are you OK?" Antonin asked me as I walked into the kitchen.

"I'm fine." I responded, except I was not fine. Just a few minutes earlier I was being tortured by one of his friends.

"Here, eat this. It will help." He said handing me some chocolate.

"Chocolate? Really? How is this going to help?" I asked looking over the chocolate.

"Just trust me. Eat it, it will help."

I slid the chocolate away from me on the table. "Why should I trust you? Where has trusting you gotten me so far? Oh yeah, tortured. I would have been killed if it wasn't for Pavi." I said. He grimaced at my words.

"I've been hit by that curse quite a few times. I know what it is like."

"Really? You've been kidnapped, cursed, nearly killed? I find that hard to believe."

"I was talking about being hit by the curse. I promise it won't happen again." He said, his mood darkening.

I stopped by the bathroom before I went into the kitchen just to check and see if my earrings were in there, but they weren't. At least I still had my favorite necklace; it was just a small bronze disc on a braided chain. The disc was imprinted with the Libra scales on one side and my initials, PNB, on the other.

I walked into the kitchen to find both Antonin and Karkaroff sitting at the table enjoying some sort of strange looking food.

"Is that edible?" I asked them. Karkaroff responded with something that between the accent and his mouth being stuffed with food I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. "Can you try to be a little less unintelligible?" I asked him.

Karkaroff gave me a confused look. He swallowed the rest of his food.

"I am smart." He replied. Antonin snorted with laughter.

"Hey, do you want to get out and see a movie tonight?" Antonin asked after composing himself. "I heard that that new jaunty boa movie is good. It's a comedy."

"Which movie? Wait do you mean Monty Python?" I asked.

"Yeah, that one. You are 18 now right? You can go see it?" He said in reply.

"Sure." I said shrugging. It really didn't matter what we did anymore, I was still being held captive and even though he gave me choice on something as trivial as a movie I didn't have a choice in what happens in my life.

When dinner was over and Karkaroff left for the day, Antonin and I left for the movie. We went to some theater in London.

"Happy Birthday by the way." Antonin said as we walked into the theater. As we reached the ticket box the teenage looked up at us and when he saw me there was a flash of recognition.

"You're...You're Portia Burke. One of the girls who went missing after the gas explosion at the mall. Where are the others?" He said asking me, he had a strong northern accent. I didn't know that there had been any others that had been taken.

"What? Others?" I asked looking up at Antonin. He grimaced.

"Imperio." Antonin said quickly pulling out his wand. The boys face quickly relaxed into a dream like state.

"Two tickets to Monty Python please." Antonin said, the boy with out any form of payment printed out two tickets for us and let us into the theater.

"Third theater on your left." The boy said then moving onto the next couple as we walked away. I noticed that the full theater people barely noticed us, but the ones that did looked shocked and just stared at me.

"What was that?" I asked as we walked into the theater. "Why is everybody staring at us?"

"That was an imperious curse, who ever it is cast on is able to be controlled by the caster. And in case you have forgotten you are big news. If you don't remember, you went missing a while back. The world did move on, but they didn't forget about you."

"What about the others? Who? Why?"

"Do you really want to know?" He asked.

"Yes, I do." I replied looking up at him.

"There were three of you taken. I don't know what happened to the other two, don't really care, they must have been on the other side of the mall. Stupid Muggles." He said, the last part was added as an after thought.

"Wait, aren't I a Muggle?" I asked him, I remember Crouch calling me that.

"Yes. You are." He said pulling me into the theater, it was already dark. We found seats near the front as the previews started rolling.

When the movie was over we walked out of the theater through the side door.

"What's you got there Dolohov?" Said a voice from be hind us. We turned to look. There were two guys hidden in the shadows. The one who spoke stepped forward.

He was tall and pale with dark brown hair and eyes that were a strange blueish green color like my own, the difference was that where mine held warmth, while his held none. He was young, maybe Antonin's age. He had a single tattoo on his left for arm, it was of a skull with a snake coming out of it. It was the same one that Antonin, Barty, and Karkaroff had, this guy belonged to their cult. He was a Death Eater.

The second guy in the shadows stepped forward, revealing him self to be none other than the devil himself, Barty.

"It's none of your business Rosier." Antonin said setting in front of me.

"Ohh so is this your little Muggle that you are so fond of? Crouch has told me so much about her." The guy, Rosier said.

"You know nothing." Antonin said to him as he tried to pull me away.

"Please, we all know you have an attachment to her, otherwise you would have killed her or introduced her to the Dark Lord. I doubt he would be pleased with your little hobby."

"What I choose to do has nothing to do with you"

"Oh does it now? That's funny I thought that as Death Eaters we joined together to torture Muggles and put them in their rightful place, beneath us." Rosier said as he reached for something in his pocket.

"Crucio!" Rosier yelled whipping out a wand. Antonin ducked, dragging me behind him. I wasn't as fast and got hit with the curse. I screamed as it felt like all of my bones were breaking. Antonin pulled me behind one of the dumpsters that was nearby.

"Confringo!" Antonin yelled back at them. Fire shot out of his wand, making an explosion. All of a sudden the dumpster lurched as the counter curse came back at us. I yelped as one of the wheels moved and crushed my hand underneath it. I could feel the bones breaking.

"Locomotor dumpster" Antonin said and the dumpster moved off of my hand. I grabbed my hand and held it close.

"Stay here. I'll come to get you, but let me get them away first." Antonin said, running out from behind the trash barrel.

"What? No!" I screamed. I heard lots of shouting and bangs, but due to my hand I couldn't make out what was going on.

I heard a pop from somewhere near me and wondered if they had disapperated. I looked up to find Crouch was kneeling in front of me. "Mutatur sensus!" He said pointing his wand at me. Everything started to go fuzzy. It was as if my memories were liquefying and changing. I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. I tried to stand, and stumbled out from behind the dumpster. The world wouldn't stop spinning. I was then hit with a blast of red light and everything went black. I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Nothing seemed concrete, the whole world was spinning. There were flashes and bangs as the fighting continued, but they seemed to have moved out of the alley to behind the theater. There were so many curses flying that it was hard to believe that there were only three guys fighting.

After what felt like a lifetime the bangs and shouts died down. I heard foot steps approaching me from the other end of the alley when a voice shouted from down the alley.

"Oi! James! This way I saw one of them duck into the alley."

"Homenum Revelio!" A different voice called out. I heard a whooshing sound and this ball of yellow light settled at where I was at.

I heard footsteps approaching and wondered if it was Barty and Rosier. One of the guys stepped forward from out behind the dumpster and stooped down when he saw me.

"Hey are you alright?" He said. He had long shaggy black hair and a gorgeous face. "Wait, aren't you that girl? One of the Muggle girls that were captured? Oh what was your name? Portia Burke right?"

"Yeah, what? Who are you? How do you know who I am."

"I'm Sirius and I'm here to help. I'm one of the good guys that fight the Death Eaters" He said as he tried to take my hand. I tried to pull away. "It's OK, you can trust me. Are you hurt?" He asked as he took my injured hand. "Don't worry I have something back at home that can help your hand. Hey James! Over here!" He called out to the other guy who was with him. A boy with messed up black hair emerged a few seconds later.

"Whats wrong?" He, James, asked.

"She's one of their victims. We need to get her to safety." Sirius answered him. He picked me up and there was a jerking sensation from behind my navel as he apperated away.

Barty POV

By pure luck both Dolohov and Rosier had been stunned in the attack by Potter and Black so I went back to make sure Portia was where Dolohov had left her just to see Sirius fucking Black holding her. He and James fucking Potter then apperated away with her. I had to get her back, but at least I modified her memory first. Of course they had to show up, they were always up to something in school, but always ended up on the professors good side. Typical Gryffindors. Dolohov was going to be furious when he found out. He hated the opposition to the dark lord.

Even though she was gone, seeing Portia and Rosier so close together made me realize one thing. How similar they looked. The had the same eyes, hair color and texture, the same skin color, the same type of hair, and a similar bone structure. They could pass for siblings. They couldn't be siblings, Portia said she only had one brother and one sister, where as Rosier was an only child, but they both inherited their looks from their families. Then it hit me, Portia wasn't a Muggle at all. Portia Burke came from a magical family; not just any magical family, a pure blood family. The same one that Rosier came from, the Carrows. Portia must be the daughter of Cordilia Carrow. The youngest of the three Carrow sisters, the squib. Cordilia Carrow was the younger sister of Gienah Rosier. But why wasn't she educated in magic? Portia always seemed to make things happen or get out of situations without any outside help, and she had seen a magical book which only should have been seen by mgical blood.

I went back to Dolohov and Rosier. I used a memory modification charm on Dolohov. If she's related to Gienah Rosier I would rather be on both her and her nieces good side and to do that I needed Dolohov to let me near her again. I had seen the kind of destruction and killing that that woman was capable of, and from the stories I had heard she was a sadistic witch. Usually she kept her killings limited to Muggles, but didn't care that she murdered her own family. If Portia is her niece, she will no doubt want to keep her under her watch. I must get her back.

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