Harianna felt disorientated as her eyes fluttered open sleepily, her vision blurry, the room she was in was swimming around blurring her vision as if she had been drinking too much. Though she felt hazy, it did not take her long to realise that she was no longer in Diagon Alley - for that much she was pretty sure on. Slowly her brain processed her last moments; St Mungo's, The Thicket and yes she had certainly gone to Diagon Alley but what for her thoughts couldn't seem to recall, something to do with the twins maybe?

Harianna tried to move and found that her movement to be restricted. Her conscious suddenly kicked in informing her that not all was right. Her restricted movement caused her to groan, but then sound sounded muffled to her ears. Something was most definitely not right.

As the feeling in her limbs connected to that of her brain - alarm bells triggered - Harianna forced herself to concentrate on clearing her head. It did not take long, a dimly lit room came into focus. Harianna tried to move again - but it was in vain - she had been bound by what she figured was rope from the feel of it against her wrists. She bit into the cloth that had been shoved into her mouth, pulling at it with her teeth.

'I should have known ... a strong witch like you, being able to fight off the Imperious Curse and all, of course, you'd be able to regain conscious thought ... I'll have to make that potion stronger once I've dealt with you.'

Harianna recognised the voice instantly and from the moment she had been able to see clearly she should have known what was odd about the room she was in. For it had looked too small, but now she acknowledged that she was not against a wall, but bound in the middle of the room.

She heard footsteps approaching from behind her, and though she could tell she was still fully dressed, Harianna felt vulnerable. Her current state did inform her of one thing - either she hadn't been gone long or he hadn't had the time to strip her yet.

'You don't seem to be surprised, to hear my voice -' the footsteps halted, a hand brushed against her ear and down the back of her neck. '- you're smart too ... I admire that.' The hand moved down the length of her side, 'such a shame Malfoy had to spoil your lovely figure umm Ms Potter ... or is it still Mrs Mason?' Harianna grunted, and a hand rested just under her breast, Harianna squirmed without meaning to. 'Or should I call you James Evans? Not that it matters much, it's not going to change what's going to happen -'

'Umph,' Harianna mumbled into her gag, by merlin did she want to swear at the pillock.

'I can see why he liked you now. Why he choose to settle for you.'

Such an odd statement to make, just who exactly was he talking about? Draco Malfoy? The hand faltered dropping from her. 'I'm not going to touch you ... I don't like damaged goods ...'

Gods he is a bastard speaking to her like that. Damaged goods ... Harianna was far from damaged goods - she had gotten over ... he had called her Mrs Mason - he had known about Theo. How the fuck had he known about her past?

'No I'm just going to watch you die with complete pleasure ... and no one is around to stop me, all thanks to an alert that went out in concerns for you - bet you thought you'd been so clever, tracking devices,' he laughed, then tutted, 'I never figured you try something like that ... but as soon as I heard, as soon as I knew what you were up to I dismantled my watch, Malfoy and Weasley won't be able to find me now -'

This couldn't be it, she couldn't die like this. Just why hadn't she replied to Draco when she had the chance, and then there was Teddy and her unborn twins ... Harianna forced herself to take deep breaths, she would not go through it all again, Draco had promised that this time things would be different, somehow someway he would find her ... he just had to.

'Any last words murderer?'

Harianna did not get time to murmur a reply into her gag - light suddenly burst into the room, and her attacker was thrown away from her, she could only assume he landed behind her as she could not see him. A shrill filled the air and Harianna almost sobbed with relief at the sound.

'Malfoy no!'

Harianna sighed at hearing her best friend's voice, that was pleading with what she knew was a very pissed off Veela.

'We need him alive ... we need justice -' Ron reasoned, 'we need answers, and we need to let Ria down.'

Harianna waited in the silence that occurred for the next few minutes. She knew Draco was probably battling with himself, the Veela wanting nothing but attack and the rational Auror. It was most likely why Ron had not freed her from her bindings yet, not wanting to approach in case he landed up on the wrong side of Draco.

Footsteps approached her again, this time she could hear the hesitancy within them, the rope fell away from her ankles magically, but hands reached to remove her gag and untie her hands.

'I ... I didn't think, are you -'

Harianna spun around, Draco's grey eyes were filled with concern, and Harianna pulled herself closer to him, allowing herself to drink in his scent for a few seconds before she peered over his shoulder. Her attacker was on the floor bound; bloody face and all. Served him right.

'Did he -?'

There was uncertainty within Draco's question and although he didn't ask her what he had been thinking, she had known.

'No,' Harianna whispered, 'just wanted to kill me ... and I would like to know the reason why.'

'I'll .. we'll,' Draco corrected himself, 'will find out, I'm taking you home first.'

'No,' Harianna shook her head, 'I want to know Draco, I'm going with you. I want answers.'

Draco grimaced then looked to Ron for assistance, who shrugged a reply and Harianna knew she had won.

'Fine ...' Draco replied hotly, 'But I want to be with you when you question him.'