Tradiea was as quiet as she possibly could be as she walked into her room, it was the middle of the night now and she was desperately hoping not to wake up Angelina. "TRADIEA!" Angelina's loud voice called, Tradiea flinched. Damn so close. "Hey, you're still up?" Tradiea said casually as she went over to her closet. "Well duh Im still up!" Angelina said looking at her expectantly. "What?" Tradiea said behind her back as she put on a black t shirt. she slipped off her pants and put on a pair of sweat pants. "Don't what me! You know what I'm waiting for, so spill it!" Angelina said. Tradiea rolled her eyes, to be honest the whole thing, as good as it was, had made her tired. Very, very tired. "Look, Angelina it was great but I'm tired and I just want to sleep." Tradiea said as she climbed into her bed. "what?! No, something happened!" Angelina asked. "No, it was really great. Like really really great but I feel unusually tired, and I just want to get some sleep." Tradiea said, tossing her best friend a look of apology. Angelina analyzed her for a moment longer, "Ok. Fine! Tomorrow though you are telling me what happened! In very descriptive detail I might add!" Angelina climbed into her bed. "Night Angelina!" Tradiea said with a laugh. "Night!" Angelina replied.
Tradiea awoke, it had to be early in the morning. The sky was just turing into a light gray color. She got out of bed, in a cold sweat. Something wasn't right, she could feel it. She shrugged on a black jacket, and with a look at her sleeping roommate she slipped out the door. Her instincts were taking her out of the common room, and outside. She scanned the quiet, bare grounds. Nothing seemed visibly out of place, but there was that arrogant chill in the air, the wind curled her hair towards her face with a defiance. Something was wrong. A sudden flash of movement, and she was on the ground. She didn't scream, she knew it'd wake someone up, besides she didn't have any time to. A damp cloth went over her mouth, and involuntarily she inhaled the scent of angel sage. She was submerged into unconsciousness.
The sound of feet pounding against stones woke Tradiea. She lifted her arms up, feeling tight restraints around them. She looked up, they were held in shackles. She stood up, and tried to pull away from them. She was immediately weakened. She sighed, resting her head against the wall, angel sage. It was everywhere. Her eyes scanned the room. It was like something out of a medieval history book. The walls were made out of brown bricks held together with a deep gray substance. The ceiling was pure stone, of a gray color and what looked like a coarse texture. The floor was the same color, it was made of cobble stones though. This room was most likely made with angel sage, in fact now that Tradiea thought about it the gray substance was most likely pure concentrated angel sage. There wasn't much more time for her to mull over the details of her kidnapping, Snape burst through the door. Snape stood there, and although he looked angry and scary the aura he held was anything but. He had two people on either side of him. A man and a women, who didn't look angry or scared, they looked frightened, and concerned. Tradiea was, for once, at a loss for words. This was the second attack he had made towards her and she couldn't figure out why. Were they all death eaters? When she really thought it over, it would make sense if Snape turned out to be a death eater. "How do you feel Tradiea?" Snape asked, removing her from her thoughts. She swallowed, she was suddenly aware of how dry her throat was. "How do I feel?" she asked in dismay. "Yes, how do you feel?" he asked it very casually. As if we were discussing how our holiday went. Although Snape wasn't one to talk over such frivolous things. "Well considering my present situation, I am not doing so well Professor, thanks for asking though." she replied. He nodded, seemingly unphased by her attitude. "Do you know why you are here?" he asked. Another out of the realm question. She scoffed, "Do I know why I'm here? No, I don't know why I'm here? Would you mind telling me though, I am quite curious!" she said getting annoyed. He sighed, and looked at her. A look of pain. "Tradiea I know what you are, I know of where you came from, I know about who Fred is to you." he began. She was silent. "I also know that not only is The Dark Lord after Harry, the chosen one, but he is after you and Fred." he said, he looked at her. "Why is he after Fred?" Tradiea said beginning to grow agitated. "You see, Your relationship with Fred is very, very special. Its very different. Its very dangerous to The Dark Lord and his cause. No matter what the circumstances you would be able to destroy The Dark Lord and his army, even with Fred dead." he said. She shut her eyes, the scenarios suddenly held so much more weight than before. "Given the right circumstances, Fred could do the same if you were to die, and together you both are much more dangerous than anyone on this Earth could possibly handle. You are stronger than any fallen angel that has ever been in our recorded history Tradiea. For that reason The Dark Lord needs you both to be dead. Although you know that already don't you?" he asked, Tradiea nodded. "The Dark Lord has a issue with your family as well I might add." he continued on. "Well obviously, he wants to kill their son." Tradiea replied. "No, your birth family." he said. "He plans on killing Fred before killing you, he plans on making it so you have a harder time defeating him." Tradiea nodded, "I know this, and I have a way to make it so he fails in the action of permanently killing Fred." she replied. Snape closed his eyes, the look of pain spreading across his face. "Tradiea, that plan can only work if you do one, very difficult thing." "Whats that?" she asked. "You need to become a death eater." he replied. Tradiea's heart dropped. "I need to do what?!" she yelled jumping up. "Tradiea, look I know this may be hard to grasp but please calm down so I may explain to you what you need to." he replied. "There is nothing you can say that will make me calm down." she growled. "What about the image of Fred's dead body, not responding nor coming back as an immortal even after you have given him the mate life?" he asked. Tradiea grew silent, as the visions flashed through her mind. "What do I need to do?" she asked softly. "You must first break off any and all contact with Fred, the Weasley's and the rest of your friends." he said. She felt like she was giving up, like she was killing a part of herself. "After that I will bring you to The Dark Lord and along with Allen and Maria, will convince him you are to be used as a vital weapon in our war." he said. "What will I do until the war begins?" she asked numbly. "Just preparations leading up to the war, any favors The Dark Lord or others may ask of you." he replied. "And when the war begins." she wasn't even looking at him anymore. "You will be informed of that when the time comes, just think about keeping up appearances now." he replied. "So I guess I'm not going back to Hogwarts?" she asked. "Oh you are, you need to make it so none of them wish to speak to you, or at least know you don't want to speak or be near them. You will also be continuing school there, we need to keep up appliances on both sides." he replied. She nodded, her heart breaking. "Ok."