He set her down on a sofa in front of the fire and proceeded to her Dorm. Poking his head around the door he saw that Lavender was asleep and breathing loudly, and at a glance he saw nothing silver around.
He checked the rest of the dorm, nothing. But he took some keys he found in her bedside table, hoping they were for her house.
He was about to leave when Lavender moved in her sleep. He froze before darting under Amy's bed. He saw Lavender's feet move over towards the bathroom and as the door shut he was about to wriggle out when he noticed a silver light.
Scrambling up he looked on her bed and there was the perfect image of Amy, sitting there cross legged in her leopard print tank top and shorts.
The figure radiated a silver light but otherwise looked exactly like her.
"I've lost him." She whispered.
Draco remembered Dumbledore saying how he'd need to comfort them and lead them to Amy. He kneeled down beside the bed, "Lost who?" he asked gently.
"Draco, he only cares about his mum. Not about me." She looked up and he could see a slight black mark down each of her cheeks where she had been crying and her make-up had run.
He jumped slightly, and then frowned, is that what she truly believed?
"He told me he loved me..."she whispered, looking back down.
"Well why don't we go ask him? He's waiting downstairs in the common room for you."
She shook her head, "No, he's gone away again. He won't be back till Sunday".
His eyes widened, he was talking to her spirit how she was only last night!
"He came back early, come with me and see him". He stood up as she smiled at him, then he turned to walk away, her spirit following him and he shut the door just in time as the bathroom door opened.
He turned back, the spirit had gone! He ran down the stairs frantically before he remembered about the two metre radius and checked her black mark to see that it had reduced slightly.
He breathed a sigh of relief before picking her up and walking out of the portrait hole to look for her next one.
"Unhappy...places she's been unhappy...Diggory! Place he's done the worst he can to her...strangling her...but what corridor?? She was running back from the hall to Gryffindor common room, so if I go down this corridor I should be going in the right direction."
He walked towards the main hall, pausing to wait a few moments at the start of each corridor until he encountered one with a silver light shining out of an archive.
He walked quickly, still carrying Amy and glimpsed her spirit, sitting curled up against the wall. She looked up at him briefly as he walked over, before vanishing.
He stopped, confused.
She must've gone back into Amy but he hadn't comforted her as Dumbledore had told him to do. What if Amy never woke up because he'd done it wrong? But then he remembered what Diggory had been doing to her at that time.
"Maybe the sight of me, reassures her..."he thought slowly. "Well there's nothing I can do about it now" he mentally shook himself and moved on.
He arrived at her house with Amy slung over his shoulder so he could use one hand and, taking her keys from his pocket quietly tried each one until he managed to open the door.
Setting her down on the sofa he listened at each door to check no-one was in the room. The fourth room he entered was a study, just what he was looking for.
"Lumos" he whispered.
He sat down in the swivel chair and proceeded to flick through the filing cabinet, pausing whenever he encountered her name.
"Ah ha!" he murmured, pulling a piece of card from the other sheets.
"Amy Tait, Luton Festival Of Dance, Modern Solo, 98/100, 1st Place." It was dated 2002, and was the earliest date in the pile, "so this must be where she danced first!" he thought. "But if she came first it will only be a happy memory."
He continued searching through the papers till he stopped again, this time confusion written across his face.
"Amy Tait, Figure-Skating, Intermediate Level, 97/100, Distinction."
"She never said anything about ice-skating!"
And then,
"Jennifer Tait, Figure-Skating Intermediate Level, 98/100, Distinction."
"Who the bloody hell is Jennifer Tait?"
He put the papers back and his wand light reflected of something, blinding him temporarily.
He picked it up and saw a photo of two young girls, about six and seven years old who were smiling and waving enthusiastically at the camera.
They were standing at an ice-rink, one wearing a pink sparkly dress with a pink flower in her hair, and the other wearing a purple sparkly dress with a flower in her hair.
The two looked very similar as they grinned broadly.
"So similar they could be sisters" Draco realised.
"Amy" he whispered, touching the girl in pink with his thumb. "And Jennifer" he looked at the one in purple, "Amy's older sister" he declared out loud.
He stared at the two a moment longer before noticing a sign on the wall, Milton Keynes Ice-Rink, he'd visit there and see if anything happened.
He walked back to the living room and checked the black mark on her side again, it had decreased slightly with the last spirit he'd found.
"He must know we're in the South of England by now" he thought glumly before picking her up again and apparating to the ice-rink.
Amy's spirit was already there.
The little girl was wearing a cute little blue dress, with the same flower in her hair, although it didn't sparkle, but she stood in bare feet out on the ice.
He set Amy down in the stand and ran down the steps to the ice.
"AMY!" he called out.
With his success from her two other spirits he'd grown reckless in how he approached each spirit.
The 6 year old Amy looked up at him before turning and running through an opening in the ice barrier on the opposite side.
"Shoot" he muttered and ran onto the ice, landing painfully on his elbow, then his bum, then his hands and so on as he slid and across the ice.
He skidded of the ice and onto the carpet, looking around frantically and spying a silver glow at the back of the stands.
He walked up slowly before sitting down in the row in front and looking backwards to see her sitting there with her legs pulled up to her chest.
"Why aren't you skating Amy?" he asked gently.
"Mummy won't let me" the little girl lisped slightly due to her missing front tooth. "She says it's bad".
"Now why would she say that?"
"Because of Jenny. Mummy said Jenny had an accident and now she's trapped in the ice, so Mummy said I can't come here anymore. But I know Jenny's not in the ice. I just looked and she's not there! I know Jenny fell down and banged her head and some men took her away. And now she won't come home and Mummy's sad."
Draco's heart went out for the little girl in front of him with her big brown eyes and gap between her teeth.
"If you're not allowed to skate, why are you here?"
"Because Mummy doesn't love me anymore. All she does now is cry and this morning, I asked her for breakfast, and she shouted at me so I ran away."
She spoke in such a matter of fact way, yet it was also immature.
"She does love you, and I know someone else who does as well. Come and meet them." He stood up, held out his hand for the child, forgetting that he couldn't touch her and jumped back, nearly falling over the rows of seats when his hand went freezing cold.
He recovered quickly, "Come on then."
The two walked around the ice to the other side, Draco certainly wasn't going back out there again!
"I was speaking to your Mummy this morning" he called over his shoulder, "she said she loves you very much and she misses you."
He turned back around to find her spirit gone.
He smiled slightly and thought of how the Deatheaters must know they were in Milton Keynes now. He sighed; he had no idea where to look next.
He was guessing somewhere outdoors as he had yet to find her animal form, but he had no idea what form of animal she was, nor of where the animal would be.
He looked at Amy's face, she just looked like she was sleeping, for all he knew she could be dead.
"Dead! That's it! Her friend! But where was he buried?"
Draco had no idea, so he apparated them back outside her parents house and walked around the neighbourhood, looking for a church. He'd figured that as Callum had been her muggle friend, he must've lived near her.
Sure enough he soon came across a small church and graveyard, but no silver light appeared. He walked among the newest gravestones till he came to the end. Then he retraced his steps, reading each stone until he came to Callum Barker, 18 years old. Draco knew this was the boy and as he read, a silver light shone of the marble head stone. He turned to see a petite wolf looking at him sorrowfully.
He gasped in awe. It was a real wolf, not werewolf. The wolf wasn't tall or big but quite small and slender. Even with the silver light it gave off, he could see it had sleek fur coloured white and light grey. To his amazement he saw that the wolf had her eyes, big and hazel, full of sadness and sorrow.
He crouched down, laying Amy softly on the grass between two tombstones.
He had a problem now, he'd located her animal spirit, but he didn't know how to comfort it or coax it over to Amy.
But he realised that the wolf was already less than two meters away, but it hadn't disappeared into her.
He looked down at Amy in confusion, noticing a flower bush on Callums grave as he did.
They were the same type of flowers as the one that had been in her hair at the ice-rink. He realised with a jolt that they were roses and though he knew it was disrespectful, he reached out and plucked a rose, removed all the thorns and placed it carefully in her hair, looking back at the wolf.
It looked at him a moment longer before slowly padding over, Draco took his wand out; ready to apparate them back to Hogwarts as soon as he could before the Deatheaters arrived. The wolf stopped by her head and lowered its muzzle to the rose, touching it with its nose. Amy glowed silver as well and the wolf disintegrated into small silver pieces, like glitter, floating around her body and gently settling on her skin before disappearing.
She took a deep breath as the last fleck disappeared and Draco grabbed her arm, disapparating them to Hogsmeade again as he heard others apparate around them.
They were in exactly the same spot they had been in before, but this time Dumbledore stood waiting for them.
"Hurry" he simply said.
Amy was still unconscious so Draco picked her up again as they hurried through the gates.