Greyback was not happy. In the four months since she had been there, Ana had never seen him as angry as he was this evening. He was pacing the den, swearing up a storm. The parchment in his hand was scrunched from being balled in his fist. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to attend some dinner party?! I've got my boys to look after here! They're all out doing something for me and I'm supposed to make an appearance?! Bollocks!"

He stopped pacing and turned to stare at Ana. "And then there's you. I must admit, I know my presence is probably partially to inform me of the next phase of the plans starting, but I am not quite ready to let you go. No…your flesh is far too sweet, too wonderfully familiar. If only there was somewhere else to store you."

An hour later Greyback was leading Ana on a chain into the Malfoy house. Though house was not the word she would have chosen. Mansion would have been a more precise term. But whatever the noun, the adjective was 'huge'.

The dining room was empty but set for what looked like what would be a fabulous party. And as Ana sat chained to the table leg near her captor's assigned chair, she listened to yet another conversation held about her and her future.

"I am loathe to take on another prisoner without the Dark Lord's permission, Greyback."

"I will reclaim her eventually," came the wolf's reply. "I just need a place to put her where she'll remain alive and my property until this whole ugly business of his is done. Until we've settled again, you know. Then she'll be off your hands. In the meantime do what you like with her. Use her as a curse cushion for all I care. Just don't kill her and if I find out anyone has violated my property I'll tear their throat out and eat his heart for breakfast. No moon necessary."

There was a long silence. Malfoy was thinking about it. He sniffed and then there were heavy footsteps stomping away. Greyback reentered the dining room and unchained Ana from the table leg. He then led her down a corridor and opened a door that revealed a dark room and a staircase leading down. "I hate to leave you like this, my sweet thing, but like I said, I'm not ready to let you go."

Ana tripped her way down the staircase until she reached the bottom. She could feel dirt. At least it was warmer than the caves. She set to work feeling the floor around her where she knelt, looking for something that could serve as a pick for the locked collar still around her neck.

"Who's there?"

Ana stopped cold. The voice had sounded old. She remembered hearing something in Malfoy and Greyback's conversation about others. Were these them?

"For goodness sake, Griphook," the same voice said. "Light a match. The poor thing could be hurt." An aggiated sigh reached Ana's ears before a golden light partially filled the large crawlspace type room. The source was from a long match held by a goblin; Griphook she assumed. The other voice belonged to someone she recognized. It was Mr. Ollivander, the wandmaker. This man, dirty and tired looking, crawled toward her and after taking a closer look looked over his shoulder. "It's all right Griphook, she's a friend." He looked back at Ana. "Are you hurt, Miss Prewett?"

Ana shook her head and pointed to the collar. Ollivander nodded. "I think we can do something about that. Griphook?"

The goblin waddled closer and handed the match to Ollivander who help it close to the clasp at the nape of her neck while Ana held her tangled hair aside. She was unsure of what Griphook did, but whatever it was it worked, because a moment later the iron clasp fell away and a huge weight was lifted off her neck. She turned and smiled at Ollivader while Griphook tossed the chains aside and handed the match back before retiring to a corner.

Ana reached up to her head to scratch and itch, but had a hard time withdrawing it again when he nail snagged in a knot. "Here," Ollivander said, holding the light toward her. "Hold this. I'll do what I can with your hair."

Ollivander had to ask Griphook to bring two more matches, but eventually he was able to wrestle her hair into a French braid. They were halfway through the third match when there were footsteps over their heads. Ollivander snuffed it out and tossed the remainder aside before the door could open.

The light spilling into the small space lit in silhouette of a pair of women's shoes descending the stairs. Once she reached the bottom she stood straight, and the face was another Ana happened to remember all too well.

Bellatrix smiled. "Ah, I love fresh meat." She stepped forward and crouched in front of Ana, looking her in the eye. "Particularly the kind that can divulge some information." She reached to grab Ana's chin and force the girl to meet her eye. "Where are your friends?"

With the small amount of control over her head she retained, Ana shook it slowly. Bellatrix was no longer smiling. She frowned, let go, and recoiled. Releasing her wind up she slapped Ana, hard. "Tell me! Where are they?!"

There was some light on the floor from the open door. Ana reached forward and drew her finger through the dirt. 'If I knew I wouldn't tell you.'

Ana received the Cruciatus curse that night. It would be the first time of nearly a hundred at the hands of that woman. But Ana didn't mind. Obviously she would rather not be there, rather not hurt, but she and Harry had been kidding themselves to think they could hide their connection after the incident at the Ministry over a year before. If they eventually thought she truly didn't know, they might think he had met some demise. No one would be any the wiser to the truth; not even Voldemort himself.