"So tomorrow's the party," Becky said. "You all remembered, right?" We nodded as we ate dinner (even though it was only about five o'clock in the evening and I was used to eating at around seven or so).

"Hunter doesn't know does he?" Heather asked.

"If he does I'll be pissed," I answered. "This was supposed to be a surpirse."

"No he has no idea," Becky assured us.

"You sure?" Mitch asked.

"Positive." We finished up our dinner and Becky went to work in her garden while Heather went to pick apples in Becky's orchard. Mitch went to the parlor to play guitar while I went back to my room to work on some potions.

As I walked into my room I flipped the light switch but it wouldn't turn on. I froze thinking back to when Lucius kidnapped me.

But he's dead, I thought. Still I drew my wand.

"Lumos Maxima!" I whispered. The room lit up but there was no one in my room. The overhead lightbulb was broken, the glass pieces littering the floor. I backed out of the room slowly and ran down the stairs. I knew that Lucius couldn't be here but there was one person who could. I ran down to the parlor.

"Mitch!" I cried. But he wasn't there.

"In my room!" he called. I ran back up the stairs only to slam into Draco.

"Hello there luv," he sneered.

"D...Draco..." I stammared. He grabbed my arm and dragged me into my bedroom. He threw me to the floor. I winced as glass sliced across my palms and my cheek.

"You knew I would come back for you," Draco said as he shut the door and walked over to me. "Didn't you?"

"Draco...please...I..."

"You think just because I've left you alone for three years means that I wouldn't come for you?"

"I..."

"You would have been better off if you had just killed me. After what happened with your friends...did you think I would just let you go?" He began walking around my room. He stopped in front of my desk and picked up a box wraped in bright paper.

"What's this I wonder?" He looked at the tag attached to it.

"Well..."

"To Hunter from Schyler," he read aloud. "Who the hell is Hunter!?"

"He's...a...a friend of Becky's..." I whimpered. "Tomorrow's his birthday..." Draco put down the gift and glared down at me.

"Well my dear I believe it's time we went home. Don't you think so?" I got to my feet.

"I'm not going with you Draco," I said. Then I ran from the room and down the hall to Mitch's room.

"M...Mitch..." I cried. He looked up from his guitar.

"What's wrong Schy?" he asked. I felt a spell hit me in the back and I stumbled into the room.

"D...Draco..." I fell to the floor, unable to move. Draco stepped into the room.

"Hello there Brustman," he sneered.

"You!" Mitch yelled. Draco hit him with a spell so that Mitch could not move. He could speak and move his hands but that didn't do him much good. Draco knelt beside me and placed his wand against my forehead.

"Well my love, since you won't come willingly. I suppose I shall have to punish you until you do." Mitch began clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Leave her alone Malfoy."

"What're you going to do about it?" Draco snapped. He turned back to me and muttered a spell. My eyes widened and then went blank. I breath began coming out in clouds of mist as if the temperature had dropped.

"Who...who's there?" I stammered in a frightened voice. Sweat stood out on my forehead and I began to pant as if I were running.

"Draco!" I cried. "Draco no! I...I can't find my wand!" I screamed and Draco smirked.

"Well it seems I've just been killed by a very large ugly dog," Draco said to Mitch. "She seems quite upset." He looked back down at me. I began coughing as though I was choking on something and Draco and Mitch watched as soda flew from my mouth and nose.

"What. Are. You. Doing to her!?" Mitch demanded. Draco laughed.

"At the moment she's spitting out a mouthful of pop."

"D...Draco..." I whimpered. "Draco...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I tired...I tried to save you, I did! Draco...no...stay away from me!" Suddenly, gashes appeared all over my stomach. Mitch struggled against the spell.

"When I get out of this I'm going to kill you!" Draco laughed at something he was seeing.

"She's in a graveyard," he told Mitch. "There's a demon there."

"A...a demon?" Mitch asked.

"Oh yes," Draco answered. "Let's see...he's very tan, about seven feet tall, he has long brown hair, blue eyes, tribal tattoos all over his body, and he's wearing shredded black pants and this very interesting necklace."

"N...necklace?"

"Yes, it appears to be made out of glowing orbs." Mitch's face paled. Seeing this, Draco smirked.

"Recognize it do you?" Mitch nodded as Draco continued to watch what was going on.

Here's what I'm seeing at the moment...

It pointed at me and I started to lift from the ground. Floating towards the man's outstratched hand, until finally he closed his massive hand around my throat, and held me aloft in the air.

"You don't talk" deeper than any human voice is possible of reaching, and more piercing than anything that could be dreamed of, boomed this Demon. Since I'm caught in the Demons grasp, I fought to get away, crying in fright.

"No, the fun has only just begun," giving a wicked smile. "But before we get started I believe you have something that belongs to me," the Demon looked down to my chest, where there was a visible glowing light within me. "Your soul Schyler. Your soul is tainted and you've no need of it now. I'm here to take it," He said with a malicious grin.

"T...tainted...?" I manage to whimper. "What...what did I do...? I...tired to save him...I did. I tr...tried to be good..." He only grinned at me. Then the Demon took his other hand, and with daggerlike nails, tore into my chest, twisting and churning it inside him. my nerves were on fire with searing pain. Finally he firmly grasped something inside me. He pulled out my still beating heart, pulsing slowly with a dull grayish light. I could only gasp in utter horror and disbelief. Balling his hand into a fist, enclosing the still beating heart, he squeezed. I looked on with dread. Opening his hand he revealed another glowing jewel of light, and fastened it to his necklace. The Demon flashed with a faint gray color.

"Now we can really begin." Holding me aloft, with a deafening snap, giant sinewy black wings erupt from the Demons back, quicker than the eye can see. I began to cry harder still not knowing what I had done to taint my soul.

"Shall we then, we have a life time of punishment in store for you, and so little time" The Demon punctuates his sentence with thunderous laughter...

Mitch watched, horrified, as blood soaked through my shirt.

"Looks like the demon just ripped out her soul," Draco said with a laugh.

"T...tainted...?" they heard me whimper. "What...what did I do...? I...tired to save him...I did. I tr...tried to be good..." Draco reached out and brushed the tears from my face.

"She's beautiful when she cries," he said. "Don't you agree Brustman?"

"You sick bastard leave her alone!" Mitch shouted. Just then, Becky and Heather came running in.

"Mitch are you ok...Malfoy what the fuck are you doing here!?" Becky cried. Draco made quick work of putting both of them under the same spell Mitch was under and moving them over to where Mitch was.

"Well Rivers, I'm just teaching my wife a lesson is all." At the mention of Becky's name I gasped. Draco turned back to me.

"Hm...nothing happened...perhaps we'll try Henry then." But I began screaming before he could do anything.

"Becky...please stop!" I screamed. "What did I do!?"

"Interesting..." Draco muttered.

"What're you doing to her!?" Becky snarled.

"Well it's you actually," he replied. "You've turned into a demon." He snorted.

"What!?" Heather cried.

"The Daughter of Satan? Rivers are you insane!?"
"Fuck you Malfoy," Becky snarled. "If I could get out of this spell you'd see that I am the Daughter of Satan!"

"Sure I will. Let's move on to Henry, shall we?" I gasped again.

"Heather..." I whispered.

"No!" Heather screamed struggling to get free.

"Oh is this going to be as interesting as the other two then?" Draco asked.

Here's what I'm seeing...

Heather leaped upon me, wedging her fists into the known weak spots, the armpits, the temples, you name it. She stood and I laid there in a dizzy state. Heather took out a knife and started to slit different spots on my body. She slit the skins between my thumbs and index fingers, then across my Achilles' tendons. Slowly, I started bleeding to death.

"You're not going yet." She placed her hands over my wounds and healed them and repeated the slitting process.

After a few cycles of slitting and healing, she held out her hand, "Time for me to take you to another realm. Cocytus." Heather muttered as they sunk beneath the earth.

I stood in a cold, dark metal rusted room. Heather was no longer there but he could hear her cackling off in the distance. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like whipping but much softer. There were fans in the walls running and I could see people being chopped up into pieces by the fan blades. There were whispers and murmurs among him, I turned around in panic as I looked around for where the voices were coming from. As I turned around, a voice spoke to him.

"Don't even bother, Schyler. You're fucked. There is no escape." I turned to where the voice was coming from and Heather was sitting before me on an icy structure.

"Heather...why...?"

"You act as if you're surprised. Isn't it obvious? You deserve it."

"But what did I do!? I've been trying to be good! I really have! What did I do Heather!?" She simply grinned and began to laugh in pure insanity, then finally she managed to utter out, "You just deserve it. That's all." I tried to run after her but I slipped, not realizing he had been standing on ice.

Heather leaned forward and her dark hair hung in her face, a few strands over her eyes, making her look sinister as she gawked at him.

"I will make you suffer so terribly, I promise it will make you claw your eyes out." she stood and picked up a cat-o-ninetails, "Let's begin, shall we?"

What seemed like days later, I was chained to a wall with my flesh mostly peeled off by the cat-o-ninetails and the icy walls I had stuck to. My nails were missing, for Heather had pryed them off each finger with a flathead screwdriver and would drive wooden stakes through the skin under my nails. It was the first time Heather unchained me and allowed me some freedom.

"If you try anything, you'll end up like those people over there." she pointed to a couple of people who were slit open from the chin down the abdomen, who had their intestines nailed to a pole and were forced to walk around it like it was a maypole. I tried to walk but the pain was too much for me. I fell over onto my back, Heather placed one foot on my ribs and forced all her weight on them. I exhaled sharply as they snapped and popped. I took one last look at the people pacing around the pole. The whole thing was so disturbing to me, that I dug my fingers into my eye sockets, forever pushing my eyeballs out and losing all sight.

"I told you I'd cause you to claw your eyes out. It is time to end this, for I have better things to do. Ptolomea!" Heather cried.

I screamed as veins of ice formed across my body, embedding me forever in the ground. The ice swelled around me, forming a beautiful crystal coffin...

Everyone watched as I was covered in wounds.

"Stop!" Heather screamed. "Stop it!"

"What's he doing?" Becky asked. Before either Draco or Heather said anything they saw my eyes begin to bleed.

"Huh, clawed her own eyes out," Draco said with a laugh. He flicked his wand and the spell broke. I rolled over and vomited.

"Dr...Draco...I'm sorry...I'll go with you..."

"No!" the others shouted.

"That's my girl." He picked me up and smirked at the others. Then we Apparated to our manor.

Draco threw me down the basement steps. I lay there, my mind still spinning from the spell. The wounds were beging to fade but I could still feel them.

"Please...Draco...please...don't..." Draco came down the stairs and kicked me in the ribs.

"I did not say you could talk!" He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. "You're pathetic." He dropped me and put the Cruciatus Curse on me. That spell went on for over two hours and when he finally stopped I curled into a ball.

"Had enough?" he asked.

"M...my soul...please don't...Draco...I tried...my soul..." Draco stared down at me. I continued to mutter and sob until he could bearly understand me. He knelt down and kissed my forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. Then he left the basement.

I stayed in basement for several days. Draco never came back down nor did the house elves. I had no food and no water. All I did was lay on my side, curled in a ball, muttering about my soul and how I had tried. On the fifth day Becky, Mitch, and Heather finally broke into the manor and found that Draco had left.

"Where is she?" Becky asked as she began frantically throwing open doors.

"I think I know," Mitch said. "Where is the one place we know he loves to take her?" They walked to the door to the basement.

"Maybe she's not even here," Heather said. "I mean maybe he took her with him when he left."

"I doubt that," Mitch said. He opened the door. He could hear me crying softly.

"Schyler!" he cried running down the stairs.

"Inccendio!" Becky said causing the candles to light.

"Oh my God..." Heather gasped. Mitch knelt beside me.

"Schyler," he whispered reaching out to touch me. I looked up at him and jerked away.

"No!" I screamed. "Please no! Not my soul! Please...I tried save him...I tried to be a good girl...please no...please..." Mitch backed up.

"Schyler...no...I won't..." he said. "I would never hurt you...never."

"Let me try," Heather said.

"Schyler..." But I jerked away from her too.

"No...please don't nail me to the tree..." Heather backed up.

"Why don't you try Becky?"

"She's just going to freak out on me too."

"Maybe she won't. You've always been the one who could calm her down."

"I'll try..." Becky knelt in front of me. "Schyler, it's me, Becky. I'm not going to hurt you. I swear." I looked up at her slowly.

"Becky...my soul...it's gone...the demon...but I tried to be a good girl...he said my soul was tainted. What did I do? Becky, do you know what I did?" Becky's eyes filled with tears.

"You never did anything," she said.

"So why did the demon take my soul...?" Mitch got up and knelt in front of me.

"Schyler look at me," he said. I looked up and began crying in fear.

"What is it?" Becky asked. "Why is so afriad of you?"

"She must know that the demon was me," Mitch said. "Somehow she must have known."

"How could she have known?"

"I don't know," Mitch replied drawing his wand. "I'm sorry Schyler but I have to do this. It's the only way." A jet of dark blue light shot from his wand and struck me in the chest.

"What did you do!?" Becky cried as she caught me before I hit the floor.

"I knocked her out," Mitch replied. "It was the only way we're going to get her out of here without her freaking out." He picked me up and they left the basement.

They appeared at St. Mungo's and hurried over to one of the Healers.

"What seems to be the problem dears?" she asked.

"Our friend...her husband...she's...we think he tourtured her until she lost her mind..." Becky explained. The Healer led them to another wing of the hospital.

"Lay her here please," she said pointing to an empty bed. Mitch put me on the bed and stepped back as several Healers came to help the first one.

"Can any of you tell us how this happened?"

"Her husband had been abusing her for years, ever since they started dating while we were at school, " Becky answered. "We finally got her away from him three years ago but he came to my house and tried to take her. When she wouldn't go with him..."

"He used mental tourture to make her go," Mitch said. "And then he must have tourtured her more once he got her home. When we finally got inside the manor he was gone and she was alone in the basement."

"How long had she been alone?"

"Five days." The Healer gasped.

"Five days!?" she asked. "Did she have anything to eat or any water?""No," Becky replied. "The house elves never went down there."

"Becky," Mitch said pulling her and Heather away from the Healers.

"What?" Becky asked looking over at me.

"How did Draco know what to do to her? I mean wasn't he using what we wanted to do to him on Schy?"

"Yeah..."

"How'd he know?"

"It must have been in her head somewhere."

"But we never told her what we wanted to do to him." Becky suddenly remembered when I had been in the coma and we had all glowed.

"We did it," Becky said. "When we woke her up from the coma. We glowed remember? We must've awakened some hidden power of her's and it allowed her to see what we wanted to do to Draco."

"And Heather?"

"I hugged her after we rescued her from Draco. It must only work if she has contact with a person."

"Or only after something truamatic," Becky corrected.

"Excuse me," the Healer said coming over to them. "She's awake now." They came over to me.

"Schyler," Becky said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Is she okay?" Heather asked the Healer.

"We were able to heal some of the damage to her mind but..."

"But she's still insane. isn't she?" Becky asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." I reached up and began playing with Becky's hair.

"Pretty," I said laughing. Becky smiled slightly.

"When can she leave?" Mitch asked. Becky tuned out what they were saying and looked down at me.

"Pretty!" I said again. "Pretty hair Becky!"

"Yeah you have pretty hair too Schyler." I blinked and looked at my own hair. It didn't look pretty to me. I shook my head and pulled it. I didn't want it. It wasn't pretty like Becky's. I started pulling harder, trying to rip it out

"Schyler no!" Becky cried grabbing my wrists.

"I don't like it!" I said. "It's not pretty! I don't like it! Becky...I don't..." I began to cry.

"What's wrong?" Mitch asked.

"Not pretty!" I cried. "I don't want it!" Becky tightened her grip on my wrists.

"It is pretty!" she said. "Schyler calm down!" My crying solwly died and I looked up at her, sniffling.

"If I let you go do you promise not to pull on your hair?" I nodded slowly. Becky let go and I set my hands in my lap and sat still obediently.

"Wow...she's never been this still in her whole life," Mitch said.

"Then why do you sound so angry about it?" Heather asked.

"Because it's his fault that she's like this. I'd rather she be figetedy and hyper and herself than still and...and...like this!" I looked up at him.

"Am I making you mad?" I asked. Mitch hugged me so tightly I thought my spine might crack.

"No Schy, you're not. It's not you."

"Yes it is," I replied. "It is my fault." Mitch looked at me.

"Schyler stop saying that!" he said shaking my shoulders slightly. I gasped and jerked away.

"N...No..." I whimpered. "D...don't..." Becky got up and pulled Mitch away from me.

"You can't do that," she said to him.

"Do what?" he asked.

"You can't get angry around her. She doesn't see you when you do that. She sees the demon."

"But..."

"But nothing!" Becky said sharply. "There's nothing we can do about that. You're just going to have to control your temper around her. We all have to." Mitch looked over at me. I had begun to play with Heather's hair.

"That bastard is going to pay for this," he said.

"Mitch you can't go after him right now. None of us can!" Becky replied. "We can't afford to leave her alone for even a second." This did not sit well with Mitch. He wanted to hurt Draco. He wanted to make him pay for what he had done to me.

"Becky I can't just sit around after what he did to her! Look at her!" Becky shook her head.

"No," she said firmly. "No one is going after Malfoy right now. All we need to be doing right now is looking after Schyler."

"It's not like that's a hard thing to do," Mitch snapped at her. "You and Heather can stay with her while I go kill Malfoy."

"Mitch she needs all of us!"

"I'm going Becky! And if you try to stop me..."

"What? You'll curse me? You really think that'll help her?"

"Becky don't fight with me about this!" Hearing the two of them begin to shout, I got out of bed and walked over to them.

"Mitch don't yell at Becky," I said. "She didn't do anything bad."

"Yeah but..."

"But nothing," Becky replied. "You heard her." Mitch looked from Becky to me and back again. He sighed.

"Fine. Fine I'll stay here." I smiled up at him. As I walked away Becky leaned over to Mitch.

"At least this is better than when she lost her memory," she whispered. "At least she remembers us." Mitch didn't say anything.

"Ready to go home Schyler?" Becky asked.

"Home...?" I asked. Becky nodded.

"Yeah, back to my manor. That's where you live." I nodded.

"Okay!" I smiled up at her. Becky looked away.

"Let's go then." She took my hand and turned on the spot. We apparated back to her manor.