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The five marauders

Chapter 19

Abraxas Malfoy (Lucius' father) POV

"You seem worried, Abraxas."

I looked at he-who-must-not-be-named. I knew he was skilled at Legilimency, so I didn't even try to lie.

"It's nothing of high importance, My lord," I told him.

"Oh, but do share with us whatever is troubling you," The master ordered.

I looked at everyone else in the room. The meeting was only for the inner circle of Lord Voldemort's ranks. There were the young Lestranges, Yaxley, the Notts and the Carrows (Just in case you haven't guessed yet, I mean the parents of the students who were harassing Jamie, not the actual students).

"It's about my son, my lord," I finally informed.

"Do go on."

"There is a new first-year Gryffindor girl, who has humiliated the whole noble house of Slytherin, and he tried to sort her out," I carried on, "But her friends stopped him, and the boys have lost Slytherin quite a lot of points, trying to give the girl a lesson."

"Yes my lord," Yaxley said, "My son has also told me about her. Apparently she is fearless and highly intelligent. She along with her friends is top of her class in charms and transfiguration. A real natural apparently."

Their lord looked intrigued.

"A natural you say?" He asked.

"Yes. My son told me that Flitwick told their class that Jemmia White could beat any of them in charms any time."

Voldemort looked lost in thought for a while.

"So the girl, she's brave, intelligent, and a natural in charms?" He asked.

"Yes, my lord, and a true troublemaker. She turned the whole of Hogwarts into a circus."

Voldemort glared at Yaxley, "Into a circus? That's a muggle thing, is it not Yaxley?"

Yaxley panicked, "N-no m-my lord! I mean y-yes m-my lord, b-but…"

He didn't get to finish the sentence. He was cut off with a crucio.

We watched him writhe in pain, with expressionless faces. We've watched many being tortured already, it is nothing new.

"You will not speak of anything muggle connected near me, do you understand?" Voldemort whispered, as he lifted the curse.

"O-of c-course, my l-lord!" Yaxley replied, going back into his original place.

"The girl intrigues me," Voldemort informed, "It is not often a natural is found, and if she's one in charms, then she will be able to master any advanced charm with ease. I wish to meet her, and you," He turned to face me, "Will bring her to me."

Lucius Malfoy POV

"My father wrote to me," I told Yaxley, once we were safely in our dorms, and no one could over hear.

"Oh really?"

"Really. Apparently He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named shows interest in that little White girl. He wants my father to bring her to him."

Yaxley shot up, and looked at me.

"You mean, You-Know-Who wants your father to kidnap that little bitch?" He asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"That's exactly what I mean, and he needs us to help him."

Yaxley smirked at me, evilly.

"What do we need to do?" He asked.

"My father told me about a secret passage to Hogsmeade. I say, we somehow lure her into a deserted corridor, stun her, and carry her to Hogsmeade where my father can pick her up."

Yaxley smirked even wider. We have a plan.

"When?" He asked.

"Tomorrow."

"I'm in."

Jamie POV

Dear Jamie,

I know you don't know me, but you will meet me soon. I know someone who is dyeing to meet you. If you don't come, the outcome will not be pleasant for me, and I truly believe that you wouldn't want an innocent person to get hurt because of you. Please, come to the DADA corridor, and meet me by the one-eyed witch at 10pm. Don't bring your friends, it would ruin the surprise we have for you.

I received this curious note at breakfast today. It wasn't signed. I had a great urge to show it to someone, but I didn't. I admit, I was very curious as to who wrote it, and I was even more curious about who that person wants me to meet, and what surprise they have for me. I was, after all, just a naïve first-year.

I honestly don't know why I went. I wasn't planning on going, after all, I don't know who sent the letter, and it could get me into some form of trouble. But as it neared 10pm, something started pulling me towards the DADA corridor. Damn my curiosity!

At 9:50pm, I excused myself from the first-year boys dorms, where I was messing around along with my four friends, saying that I need to send a letter.

I took a shortcut, and soon found myself in the DADA corridor. As I made my way towards the one-eyed witch statue, I realised how stupid I was for going off to meet some stranger, way past curfew, without telling anyone where I was really going.

I turned and was about to run all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, but I was met with a beam of light hitting me in the face.

As I woke up, straight away I could remember what had happened. Through my closed eyelids, I could make out that the room I was currently in was dark. It was probably still night time. I could also hear many breaths around me, so I knew I was not alone.

I tried to move my arms, but it turned out my wrists were tied up behind my back. I tried the same with my legs, and I could feel ropes digging into my ankles.

Shit.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was on my side, on the floor. The room was dull to say the least. The green and silver paint on the wall was peeling off, and what looked to once be shiny marble floor, was now covered in dust.

"Jamie White," I heard a cold, high-pitched voice say.

I pulled myself into a sitting position as best as I could, and looked around the room.

I was surrounded by around eight masked figures. Directly in front of me, was the ugliest, and scariest man I've ever laid eyes on.

He was paler then parchment. His head was just like a skull, chalk-white and skinny. He didn't have a nose, but instead had snake-like slits. But the worst of all were his eyes. They were crimson red, with cat-like slits for pupils. He was completely bald, and didn't have any lips.

His red eyes met mine. His were filled with evilness and greed, while I'm sure mine were full of fright and shock.

I closed my eyes for a second, and then looked back into those red slits, but this time with my Gryffindor bravery and courage. I cannot look like a weakling.

"Who are you?" I asked, fearlessly.

The pale man smirked evilly, "I am Lord Voldemort."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

He carried on smirking, "Your stupid ministry, and that fool, Dumbledore, decided to keep my existence a secret. But I'm sure you've heard about all those deaths and kidnappings. It's all my doing."

I swallowed my fright. So this is the man many fear, yet barely any know.

"And I'm here because…?"

"I have heard stories about you Jamie," He said, walking towards me, and stopping about a meter from where I was sitting.

He took out his wand, and pointed it at me. I was suddenly pulled up into a standing position by an invisible force, and the ropes from around my ankles disappeared. Yet the ones around my wrists stayed.

"I have heard that although you're so young, you are fearless and brave, unlike many experienced wizards and witches. You're not afraid of any form of punishment, and would rather die then let your friends get hurt. You are intelligent, and a true natural at charms.

"When someone is called a natural by a professional, it doesn't usually just mean that they're good. No, it often means that someone has the true talent needed for the subject, and seeing that you're a natural at charms, you would be able to learn many charms, spells and curses with ease. I need you to join me Jamie."

"You want an eleven-year-old girl to join your ranks?" I snorted.

"Yes Jamie, I do. So, who's side will you join?" He asked seriously.

"The only person I could and would ever join is Dumbledore," I spat, knowing full well that this is not the answer he was looking for.

"If that's what you think Jamie-"

"It's Jemmia to you, Voldemort," I glared.

"If that's what you think, I believe I must try and convince you otherwise."

He picked up his wand, with his white, unnaturally long fingers, and pointed it at me.

I shut my eyes, waiting for him to say the curse I will have to endure.

"Crucio!"

Sirius POV

"OY! EVANS!" I yelled when I saw the familiar red-head exit the girls' dormitories.

"What do you want black?" She asked, turning to face me.

"Do you know if Jamie is coming down any time soon?"

She looked confused.

"What are you talking about? Jamie hasn't been in the dorm all night."

It was my turn to look confused.

"Well she didn't sleep in the boys' dormitories either," James, who appeared by my side with the rest of the boys, said.

Lily looked lost in thought, "Maybe she slept in the common room, and already went down to breakfast?"

I nodded, along with the other boys, and we ran out of the common room, and into the great hall. It was Jamie-free.

I started to get really worried when she still wasn't seen after lunch. We asked everyone we could think of, including Snivellus and some other Slytherins.

The four of us decided to report her absence to Dumbledore.

The entrance to his office was open, so we went straight up the stairs and knocked on the headmaster's door.

When he invited us into his office, we noticed he wasn't alone. He was talking to Professor Brooke and McGonagall.

"How may I help you four?" He asked pleasantly.

"Professor, we came to tell you that yesterday night Jamie went missing," Remus explained.

The three professors looked at each other with highly worried expressions.

"Ivy, Minerva, I believe this might link to what I was just telling you about," He said to the other professors. He then looked at us, "Yesterday night, at around 10:20pm, there was an illegal linked-apparation detected in Hogsmeade, right next to one of the more known secret entrances to Hogwarts. You have just confirmed my worry that someone might have been kidnapped."

I stopped moving. I almost stopped breathing, and my heart skipped a beat. Kidnapped? Why would someone want to kidnap my Jamie? Why?

"Why?" Peter asked timidly.

"I believe the four of you have heard about the deaths and missing people?" Dumbledore asked, and continued when we nodded, "It is all the doing of a man called Lord Voldemort. I do not know why he would chose to kidnap such a young and inexperienced witch. I do not even know how he learnt of her existence. Voldemort is one of the most evil men that have ever walked the earth. Voldemort's with blood purity signifies his aim to rid the wizarding world of Muggle heritage and to conquer both worlds, muggle and wizarding, to achieve pure-blood dominance.

"His followers are known as the death eaters. He often only wants the best on his side. I have heard from some of my staff that Jamie is a highly intelligent girl, and if she really is a natural in charms, this might be why Voldemort has ordered for her to be kidnapped. To convince her to join him."

"But she's only a child Albus," Professor Brooke whispered. She looked close to tears. Jamie told me that she used to be quite close with her, but I didn't really expect the DADA professor to weep after her.

"I know Ivy, I know. But to Voldemort it doesn't matter. All that matters to him is the power one might posses, and with a charms' natural on his side, he could be more powerful. They, after all, not only learn new spells with ease, they can also make them much more powerful."

I was still frozen. I could barely comprehend what they were saying. So Voldesomething basically wants to get Jamie to join the evil side? Fat chance. But if that guy is really so evil then…

"What will he do to her if she refuses?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Mr Black. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he'd torture her until she gave in."

I felt my knees buckle underneath me. Someone placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see an equally worried James, Remus and Peter.

I turned back to the headmaster.

"Will you find her?" I pleaded.

"I will do my best, Mr Black," He promised, "Now, if you make your way to the great hall for dinner, I will most certainly come to find the four of you if any news of Jamie's whereabouts come."

I nodded, and let Remus and Peter lead me and James out and into the Great Hall. All the while, one thought kept repeating in my head.

Why her? Why couldn't it be me?