A/N: Ok, so I haven't updated in ages, but I couldn't. My mom spent days on the computer, so I had no chance what so ever.

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Jacqueline didn't return towards the evening and Draco began to worry. He sent an owl to Hogwarts, inquiring if Jacqueline was there, but the answer came back negative. He leaned back in his chair. His frown and deep-thought expression proved his concern. A white owl flew through the window and showed Draco a golden card with the initials 'HP'. Less than a minute after the deportation of Hedwig, the fireplace went into flame and Harry stepped out.

"I want an explanation, Malfoy," he said with furry.

Draco lifted his eyebrows and answered, "I see your manners improved, Potter."

This answer made Harry's eyes more ablaze, "I want to know what right your son had to break my…"

"I would like to continue this fascinating monologue, but I have more important thing on my mind."

"Then you're indifferent to the fact that your son was dating my daughter and then broke her heart?"

Draco smirked from surprise, but his expression immediately turned serious. "You don't understand, Potter, that I am in the middle of a problem?"

"What problem?"

"Jacqueline is missing."

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Jacqueline gained consciousness and found that she was lying on a sofa. The first thing she felt was the pain in her stomach from the fact that she hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch. She sat up and found her arms to be feeling empty. She tried a spell and then understood.

"That git took my magic," she whispered to herself.

She sat there for a few minutes, taking in her surroundings. She was located in a large white room. Across from the sofa she was on was another one and in-between the two pieces of furniture was a glass coffee table. From the left was a fireplace and to the right was a large arch leading to the entrance room where Jacqueline saw a large wooden door.

Jacqueline slowly stood up, swaying a bit on the soft crème-colored carpet. She began to pace, because she couldn't leave the dwelling without regaining her magic.

"How are you this morning, Madame?" asked William in a sweetened voice.

"Let me go, sir. I can be of no use to you," Jacqueline answered coldly.

"You will be of use when you surrender what I need."

Jacqueline chuckled sarcastically and walked up to him. "I don't have anything that can help you and even if I had it, I would never surrender to anyone serving Voldemort."

William's hand flew across her face making he stagger a few steps back and take hold of her face. William walked up to her with an arrogant step and looked down at her. He took hold of her hair and sharply brought her face up to his. Looking at her for another moment he let go of her with a jerk.

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Jacqueline didn't appear at school all week and Dumbledore had to teach the class himself, not able to find a substitute first thing Monday morning. Draco went into conference with the Headmaster and Minister several times and on Wednesday; The Department of Aurors went on search.

During that, Draco was in depression. He sat in his office for days only leaving for quick meals and broken sleep.

They had parted in a bad relation and now no one knew where she was. He was supposed to have been her guardian; to look after her, but he wasn't even able to do that or keep her with him.

A week passed after the night at the opera and that was then something strange happened. Draco was in the bedroom when an image came into his head.

Jacqueline was lying on the floor, shaking from the pain of the Crucio. She was much thinner, her hair down and in great disarray, and her eyes were sunken. The one causing her the pain was one of the men he had seen her with at the opera.'

Momentarily the image disappeared, for Jacqui lost consciousness, but Draco remembered the surroundings.

A/N: I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I didn't find the time. Hope you liked this. I hope to update soon… maybe next weekend.

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