For a moment the huge room was deadly quiet. Then Albus stepped forward hesitantly.

"No, she's dead!"

"No! No, she's not! Amelia's dead! Her faux twin your uncle made of her is dead! But not Ariana! Oh, Albus, it's a miracle! She's really truly alive!"

Albus slowly took a step forward.

"But...how is she still so young?"

Ariana's eyes widened.

"l'incantesimo!" She shouted out in realization. "The spell!Tempus! Uncle put it on my room so Amelia would stay as young as-"

She was cut of as the doors burst open loudly and Minerva and Albus crumbled as though stunned to the ground.

Ariana gave a frightened shriek and the room was clouded with darkness.

A strong, chilling wind swept through her, and she too fell to the ground, striking her shoulder against a table. She felt the searing pain rush through her neck and down to her heart, where it instantly changed to panic. She struggled to stand, attempting to push herself up with her able arm. Wispy hands were restraining her, though. She felt them wandering from the shoulder up to her hair, where they ran their fingers through the curls.

"We've got 'er, " a raspy voice cackled. "Got them fine curls, if only I could 'ave 'er, that softm delicious skin.."

Ariana could feel the warm pungent breath whispering mockingly in her ear and gave an involuntary shudder, trying to pull away.

"No, you greedy little werewolf!" spat a man's voice angrily. "We get her and return back. We have our orders, come on!"

"Aww, but why ruin the fun? They won't know how long it took for us to get her." A light was ignited, and it lit up the guant but flushed face of a pouting woman. Her heavy lidded eyes brushed over to Minerva and Albus lying on heap on the floor. "And, besides, the job isn't finished. We need to take care of them." She uninterestidly brushed her hand towards them.

"No, they didn't see anything. They won't know what happened, but if we obliviate them, the ministry will know for sure."

"But-"

"No, Bella. Come on, we're leaving."

The werewolf jerked Ariana to her feet and shoved her forward towards the man, who caught her and held out a hand to the woman. Reluctantly, she took it.

"Bella, stop sulking! Look, you can do the talking when we get there."

Bella didn't answer, but her face relaxed and she shrugged, smirking. Turning to the werewolf, she abruptly leered, "Apparate yourself to the front gate, we'll get you if we feel like it, werewolf. "

And once again, Ariana was swept of her feet into a whirlwind of magic, landing in the foyer of a mansion.

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