We're getting there

Severus Snape held his head in his hands. The warehouse. He now knew what Lucius's plans were, and it made his blood run cold.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his chin.

Narcissa just stared, what was the warehouse? Irritation began to bubble inside of her. Say something, anything!

She couldn't handle the silence. "Severus, please, I can't stand it, just tell me, what's the warehouse, where is it? Where's my boy!?"

Her voice rose hysterically and her stance was calculating.

He looked at her, and her face softened as she saw his hollow, empty gaze, his dark defeated eyes.

Her breath caught, never had she seen such a desperate man.

Miriam looked between them. Her face became set and determined. "Well I don't know why we're standing here like our hands our tied, you know something Severus? Then tell us and let's figure out how to save Draco, he would do the same for us"

The potions master looked down and suddenly seemed to break from his trance, he abruptly came to life.

"Yes, yes! The warehouse, yes"

He seemed flustered and distracted, like a million things were running around his mind and he was finding it difficult to voice them coherently.

"The warehouse is an abandoned building in the muggle world"

He paused; he knew this would worry Narcissa greatly.

She was holding on to his every word, "Yes, go on"

He flinched as her voice shock and broke; tears shimmered in her sea blue eyes and threatened to spill over.

He stuttered. "Its where-" He sighed, choosing his words carefully.

"It's where the dark lord has taken refuge with his death eaters-"

Miriam gasped.

He closed his eyes and continued, not able to look at Narcissa's tragic, falling face.

"I think Lucius has taken Draco to receive the dark mark, he truly is a desperate man" He concluded in a whisper.

He opened his eyes after enduring two minutes of agonizing silence. "Well?"

Narcissa let out a strangled noise, half way between a sob and half way between a shout.

"No!"

She fell to her knees" "No! I don't believe it!" She sobbed, her body wracked with sorrow. Covering her face, she sobbed, curling up as tightly as she could, trying to quench the pain.

Severus gasped in alarm and instantly flew to her side.

He grasped onto her and pulled her into a tight hug, she tried to pull away but he gripped her harder and she fell onto his shoulder, a desolate woman.

He felt his shoulder grow wet and looked levelly at Miriam.

"Well? What do we do then?"

She met his gaze and spoke so calmly, so concise that Narcissa stopped crying and listened intently.

"We calm down, we act like adults, we gather ourselves and think clearly. We're going to think of a plan, we're going to catch them off guard, and we're going to be quick. Right?"

Snape nodded, he admiration growing for the elf for her clear mind and level thinking.

"Well Miss? Were going to need you too" She probed gently.

Narcissa looked up, her face wet with tears and eyes puffy.

"Of course" She, by the help of Severus, stood on shaky legs and tried to compose herself. "So, first things first I think, how do we get there?"

Severus smirked, and Miriam's eyes gleamed. He spoke like silk.

"I think we need some apparition, don't you?"

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All death eaters present were now on their haggard feet, staring at the ever growing, climbing flames. The fire reflected in the Dark Lords eyes, they glistened with anticipation and terrible glee.

His snake like mouth grinning, his head held with pride. His awful face illuminated jade.

Then the emerald flames fell, and from silhouettes to solid image emerged a man and a struggling teenager.

As his face became clearer an expression of wild satisfaction was revealed and the boy kept his eyes firmly closed.

The death eaters started to mumble to themselves as they saw the child struggle, they became excited and their harsh laughter could be heard all around.

Voldemorts grin spread. Lucius bowed low, dragging his son with him, yanking his head down with a cruel grip on his fine blonde hair.

And as he rose again Voldemort spoke "Ahh, Lucius, good to see you, and, what have we here? What is the meaning of your visit?" Then with an underlining threat. "I trust you took precautions when you came here? You blocked the flu system? No one can follow? I worked hard to keep this place out of bounds to the aurors".

The Dark wizard was enjoying the crazed look of the blonde wizard, and the wild struggling of his son.

"Yes, my Lord, no one will be following us. Let me present my son"

He threw Draco forward who, just regaining his balance found himself face to face with the red eyed glow of the most feared creature of the wizarding world.

His eyes grew wide, he kept withdrawing the same breath as his mouth gaped open, he broke out in an instant sweat and pure fear was the only look on his face, panic claimed him, and his body tensed with dread, he wanted to bolt and run, but his terror glued him to the spot. He was like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Lucius beamed with satisfaction. He gripped his son's shoulders with the power of steal, daring him to try anything.

"I have brought my son here for one reason and one reason alone."

Voldemort nodded as his followers grouped together with anticipation.

"I'm listening, Lucius"

"I think its time he realised his place in the world, I want him to be marked, to become one of us!"

A chorus of cheers and bone chilling animal like howls rang out across the warehouse.

Draco was still frozen with fear.

"SILENCE!"

Every man flinched and cringed. You could hear a pin drop.

Lucius's face fell.

The Dark Lord stepped closer to the boy, only his foot steps could be heard as the room held their breath.

He lifted his chin and stared approvingly into his grey eyes. Draco did not flinch from the touch.

"My, aren't you a pretty boy?"

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The man and the woman held each others hands. The young elf sat on their joined hands and her small body shock with excitement.

Severus and Narcissa looked determinedly into each others eyes. They both nodded simultaneously. "Concentrate" Said Miriam, as she was not 100 house elf, she could not apparate like them, but if her skin touched theirs, she would be able to apparate with them, if they concentrated hard enough and had contact with each other.

They closed their eyes and thought so hard their heads hurt. All that went through the potions masters head was The warehouse, the warehouse! All Narcissa could think off, was don't splinch, please don't splinch!

For she knew how painful loosing contact with one's limbs could be.

They grimaced with the effort, gripping the others hand's harder, but they did not move.

All three had eyes tightly shut. Miriam spoke, her eyes peeking through her hands. "Um, did it work?"

Both opened their eyes fully. All that met their gazes were the walls and furnishing of the manor.

Severus sighed with impatience. "No! It didn't! The warehouse must be blocked off from any wizard who tries to magically enter it, damn it!"

Miriam hopped down. "Come now Severus, hope still isn't lost! We just need to find a way to get there without magic!"

Narcissa's clouded face cleared as she let go of the dark mans hand. "I have an idea!"

The man and the elf looked toward her, eagerly.

"The horses!"

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Quite a long chapter! And look! I updated:D Hope you like this one, I myself think it's a bit all over the place, but, tell me what you think! 

Thank you to all my lovely lovely reviwers!!!!!!!