"Amy where are you going?" yelled Parvati after her friend.
"I'm just going to go talk to Ron" she yelled back.
"Alright, we'll be in the Three Broomsticks" was the reply as Parvati and Lavender turned to leave.
Amy waved her arm in their direction to show she'd heard.
"Hey Ron" she called as she saw the red head turn into an alleyway with Harry.
She jogged to catch them up but when she got there, no-one was in the alley.
She walked forwards slowly."RON!" she shouted. No reply.
A hand grabbed her and pinned her back against the alley wall. For a moment, she remembered how Cedric had treated her before she looked up, surprise and dread written all over her face until it turned to fear as she saw the face covered in a mask. The mask of a Deatheater.
She next woke up feeling groggy and very cold. She raised her head and groaned. She was lying in what appeared to be a cellar.
She gave a jolt and scooted away from the person sitting a few metres away from her.
"Miss Tait, glad you're awake".
"Oh my god" her eyes were wide open and her mouth formed an "O" shape as she took in the tall figure with the snake-like face. "You're him aren't you?"
"Yes I am the Dark Lord. I take it you've heard of me?"
"Is he being sarcastic?" she thought in horror.
"I want you to join me."
She looked at him, horror and shock evident on her face. "Well he certainly didn't mess around!" If she refused he'd kill her, if she agreed she'd be betraying all of her friends and going back on her beliefs.
"Never." She whispered.
"I'm dead" she thought.
"I thought you might say that. Well, it's a shame to waste something as beautiful as you, but I'll dispose of you later." He got up to leave but turned back before he reached the door.
He walked over to her and lightly touched a nail to her side and then left the room.
Amy ignored the slimy feeling creeping up her side and put it down to the fact that it was Voldemort.
Hours later she was thrown forwards by a Deatheater into the middle of a circle of them, at Voldemort's feet.
"Welcome my followers" he said politely. "Here we have a girl. A Hogwarts student who has refused to join us."
Amy tried to look around at the Deatheaters, wondering if any of them were Draco, but with their masks on and hoods up, she couldn't tell.
"So first, before we dispose of her I'm going to read her mind and find out everything she knows about Hogwarts and its weaknesses" Voldemort continued.
"Shit! He's going to see about me and Draco!" she saw a Deatheater behind him twitch and knew it was Draco, she looked at him fleetingly before she felt Voldemort in her mind.
She'd never done Occlumency, so she had no choice but to watch and scream in agony as he entered her mind and her memories flashed before her eyes, letting Voldemort see them.
Her and Lavender laughing at Parvati.
Christmas three years ago when her parents had got her a new owl.
Her and Draco in The Room of Requirement.
Her and Ron cheering Harry on at a Quidditch match.
Her running through the barrier for the first time.
Her and Draco in the Forbidden Forest.
Her on stage, dancing her first solo.
Cedric beating her.
Her dancing in the rain.
Draco chasing her.
Her and Draco under the mistletoe.
Her and Draco under the stars.
Her and Draco...
She came back to the present, gasping for breath.
"It seems Miss Tait and young Mr Malfoy are quite acquainted with each other..."
Several of the Deatheaters hissed while others laughed and sneered down at her.
"Easy prey My Lord. I feel nothing for her I just needed an easy target to make Miss Parkinson jealous."
Amy knew he was protecting himself, but his words still hurt, and she had no certain way of knowing whether or not he was telling the truth.
Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked them away. She would not cry in front of these people.
"Is that so? Well if she means nothing to you...kill her."
"What?" asked Draco, Amy could hear the panic under his sharp tone.
"Kill her. I need her disposed off."
Draco walked over to her slowly, stopping and looking down when he was by her side. She could see the firmness in his grey eyes. He'd made up his mind.
She wanted to look at him defiantly, but she couldn't hold his gaze so she closed her eyes and looked back down.
There was a moment of silence before a hand grabbed her and a big crack was heard.
She felt nothing.
She slowly prised her eyes open to find herself in Hogsmeade.
"Heaven looks like this?" she asked incredulously.
"No, come on we have to move" said Draco behind her as he took off his mask and lowered his hood.
"Erm..you...I-"
"Amy we don't have long! Ok. Look, you're not dead. When he ordered me to kill you I walked forwards like I was going to, but grabbed you and apparated us back here. We need to move before they come after us!"
"I- You did that...for me?" she asked, touched by his sacrifice.
"Yes. And it'll count for nothing if we don't move!"
She smiled up at him before scrambling to her feet.
"OUCH!" she doubled over in pain as a stabbing pain went through her side. All her muscles tensed as her hands automatically cupped her skin.
"Amy! What-" Draco stopped now, his arm around her in his concern.
"It's fine. I- Ouch!"
Draco crouched down slightly and lifted up the hem of her school shirt. On her left side, level with her belly button she had a black mark that had tendrils growing from it. It looked as though someone had taken ink, dabbed it on her skin and then it had spread out, covering about a square centimetre of her skin.
"That's where he touched me. Voldemort. When he came to ask me to join him and I refused, he touched me there with his nail.
Draco looked up at her. "We need to get you to Dumbledore now!" he said urgency evident in his voice.
He grabbed her hand and the two ran through Hogsmeade, Amy feeling worse with each step. She could feel a headache coming and she felt really hot, but she dismissed it as being the frantic running.
Draco released her hand and approached the gates. He started whispering to them, trying to persuade them to let them in while Amy stood a few metres away.
"Dra-Dra-I-" her voice barely went past her lips. She was hot, too hot, and clammy. And her head hurt so much, it was pounding and her eye-lids felt heavy as they drooped. She swayed on the spot before falling to her knees, her breathing laboured and shallow.
Draco turned at the sound of her falling.
"Amy???"
He ran to her side as she slumped to the pavement, eyes closed and breathing uneven. Her forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat and she wasn't moving.
"Oh no, no no no no no no! Amy? Amy!?"
The gates clicked open and he looked at them a moment before picking her up, cradling her to his chest and sprinting over the Hogwarts grounds and the castle till he reached Dumbledore's office.
"CHOCOLATE FROGS!" he yelled at the entrance.
He burst into Dumbledore's office.
"HELP ME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER! I SHE VOLDEMORT SAID TO HER HE ASKED HER AND I THEN SHE HE SAID HER-"
"Draco stop!"
Draco stopped talking, panting heavily, his eyes wild as he put her on the Professors desk and ran his hands through his hair.
"You have to help me! She's the one for my Professor! I can't-"
"DRACO!" Dumbledore thundered.
He stopped again.
"Now explain to me what happened".
"He had her brought to the meeting. He said she'd refused to join him and he read her mind. He saw everything about us! Me helping her with Diggory, the times we were together, everything! He told everyone that we were well acquainted and I told him she meant nothing to me..." his voice broke near the end. He cleared his throat and continued, "I was trying to protect her! It was for her! And then he ordered me to kill her! But how could I kill anyone? Let alone her? So I grabbed her and apparated us to Hogsmeade, we couldn't get into the castle grounds. She had a pain...in her side and she had a black thing on her and then I turned around at the gates and she was lying there...and she wasn't breathing properly and she wouldn't wake up and..." he was babbling and practically in hysterics as he paced the room. He kept looking at Amy and running his hands through his hair.
"Right where is this black mark?"
"Here..." he lifted up the side of her shirt.
Dumbledore studied it a moment before turning to him.
"Draco. Are you sure she's the one?"
"Yes yes I-"
"Right, well. This spell he put on her. It's very, very dark magic. He's sent her spirit from her body, to places around Britain that she's been before and has unhappy memories off. If you want her back the way she was, you'll have to locate these places and find each part of her spirit. Are you sure she's the one."
"Yes! How will I know her spirit?"
"They'll glow silver, like a Patronus. One form a part of her spirit may take may actually be an animal, and it'll be the form of her Patronus. There should be three spirits, but if she's been particularly unhappy, there may be four. This shouldn't take you long, but if Voldemort knows where you are, you will have to fight your way back."
"How do I give them back to her?"
"You must take her with you, for you cannot touch her spirit. When you find a part of her spirit, you have to comfort it, it'll be distressed about something and you will have to reassure it and persuade it to come with you. When they get within a two meter radius of Amy, they'll disappear back into her."
"Ok."
"Are you ready Draco?"
Draco nodded determinedly.
"Well I suggest you start here, in the school. You have until tomorrow when you were originally expected back."
"She'll need a wand for when she wakes up...He still has hers..."
Dumbledore searched his desk a moment before pulling out a slightly short wand.
"Here, it's wand that will adapt to anyone, but hopefully she won't need it."
Draco took the wand and picking her up gently turned and walked out the door.
"Oh and Draco, as you regain each part of her spirit, Voldemort will be able to locate you more clearly. Tonight, if you succeed with the first part of her soul, he'll simply know she's in Britain, and he knows that you'll be with her, so don't stay too long in one place."
The door swung shut behind Draco, and after a moments consideration he set off towards the Gryffindor common room.