Blaise was gone on a business trip for a few days. When he returned to England, he found out that all hell had broken lose while he was gone. He was told that Draco and Hermione were drugged by a love potion. Hermione's memories had returned by the shock of seeing her labs. And both are currently missing without a trace.

"How did this happen?" Blaise asked Harry and Ron.

As soon as he arrived back, the two Aurors came to his home to tell him what he had missed. They came along with Jim, Ginny, and Draco's parents. All were sitting in Blaise's drawing room, attempting to sort everything out.

"That's what we are trying to figure out." said Harry.

"We went to Boot's flat. We don't think he had anything to do with this." said Ron. "Someone used him to distract us."

"How do you know this?" asked Lucius.

"Hermione's results have arrived." said Jim, "There was barely any trace of the potions in her systems. Someone gave her a strong detox potion to get rid of them. Whoever this person is must be a potions master and wealthy. This type of potion is hard to brew and the ingredients are rare."

"It's why she has been vomiting and feeling nausea." said Ginny. "She was vomiting out the potions."

"Draco wasn't vomiting. He was the same, obsessed over Hermione." said Jim. "His results show that the potions were still in his system."

"We need to find them quick. Whoever kidnapped Miss Granger wants Miss Granger and only Miss Granger. Draco was disposable. I can't imagine what they'll do with him!" cried Narcissa. Lucius held her close, attempting to comfort her.

"I'm sorry," said Jim, "This is my fault. I shouldn't have told him about Hermione. He wouldn't have went to her otherwise."

"Blaise, you were with Draco and Hermione for the first six months and a bit after." said Harry, "Did you noticed anything suspicious during that time?"

Blasie tried his best to recall every detail about that time as much as he could, but nothing was suspicious or out of place. "No, nothing. There was me, Draco, Hermione, and the house elves."

"What house elves?" demanded Narcissa. "Draco only had one house elf with him."

Blaise shook his head. "No, there was at least three of them."

"No," said Lucius, "Nippy is the only house elf Draco keeps with him."

The room was silent as they waited for Blaise to think.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look, having a wordless conversation with each other. A secret method of communication they had created during their training days. It involved facial gestures and certain body movements.

Harry picked up a biscuits from a tray of sweets Blaise had brought for them and offered it to Ginny. Hermione said a house elf offered her biscuits.

While Ginny thanked Harry, Ron rubbed his ear. Whoever this person is has house elves working for him.

Harry massaged a vein that was pulsing on his neck. He picked up a small piece of chocolate with his other hand and offered it to Ron. Obsessed with Hermione enough to try to slip her Amortentia.

Ron's lip twitched with irritation as the memory his sixth year popped in his mind. He had eaten a box of chocolates believing it was left for him for his birthday. But the chocolates was from a girl name Romilda Vane to Harry and spiked with a love potion.

"I remember now." stated Blaise, "Draco took Hermione back to the labs before, but she was unconscious at the time. It was on the weekend. No one was there, but we were able to enter the labs."

"Tell me Blaise was the labs in ruins?" asked Jim.

"Yes, it was." confirmed Blaise, "It was completely destroyed. Draco and I were afraid we would be blamed for Hermione's state. We carried her back to the labs. Draco piled some of the wreckage over her, but he changed his mind and brought her back. It was after that did I saw the other house elves."

"The house elves were still in the labs to clean up." said Harry, "They probably saw you when you went there. They might have tried to kidnap Hermione but Draco came back for her."

"When we went to the labs it was clean." confirmed Ron.

0o0

Septimus watched as the witch's eyes fluttered and fully opened. She had been asleep for three days and nights. He was beginning to think she would never wake up. A house elf came to him and told him that the girl's was stirring. He came to see her a quickly as he could. He needed to know who she was and if she was a threat to him. His inheritance.

"Who are you?" Septimus asked her.

The girl appeared as if she was lost in a trance.

"Who are you?" she repeated in a soft whisper.

Slowly and calculating, Septimus walked to the girl and roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. The girl's eyes was filled with fear, her face was pale with alarm.

"Do not test me." he said coldly. "State your name."

"I-I- don't know." she stuttered. "Who are you?"

Septimus chuckled at her. "You came here for a reason." He released her, and stepped back. Very convincing, but I urge you to cease this innocent act."

The girl's eyes rolled back and lost conscious, angering Septimus. He thought she was feigning that fainting spell to throw him off. It was not going to work. He took his wand out and pointed it at her. "Wake up!"

When she didn't respond, he took a step closer and hovered over her. She was practically lifeless. Let her died. She was no one important. He didn't even knew who she was. "Job!" He shouted for his personal house elf. When he appeared, Septimus pointed at the girl. "Take her away! Dispose of the body!"

Without a word, Job went to the bed.

"No, stop." Septimus said, massaging his temple. He was acting too rash and letting his anger get the better of him. "Leave her there. Get the healer."

After the healer came and examined her, Septimus learned that the girl was ailing from a curse and truly had memory loss. Septimus was upset with himself for behaving in such a barbaric manner to the girl. He took the ring out of his coat pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.

0o0

The house elves retrieved the ring from the nightstand. He went to the sleeping witch and placed it on her finger. With his work done he Apparated out of there to the attic where his companion was waiting. The other house elf held the ring to his friend. This was the ring they had took from the witch and had replaced with the Malfoy ring.

0o0

"Good day, sir." greeted the teenage witch as she entered the study.

"Good day Miss. Nott," greeted Septimus as he took his seat behind the desk. He appraised the girl that would marry his son.

Calista Nott's features was above average with her shiny long black hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. Her family was one of the oldest and purest in blood, no taint that he could find through his research. She was raised to be a proper lady, her manners were impeccable. In school, her marks were outstanding. She was intelligent and witty enough to hold a steady conversation. She was ranked number three hundred and sixty-one out of a thousand students. It was slightly higher than his son's but it was just what he needed to push himself to do better.

He hand chose her out of a number of witches. She wasn't the pretties' one, or the smartest. What truly aided his decision was that his son showed signs of fear in her presence. The fear was prompted from an infatuation his son had developed during their childhood. Who was he to deny his son the one witch he had lust after for years?

"I have invited you here because I have a delicate matter that I would like your help with." said Septimus

"Anything, sir." said Calista.

"A relative of mine has visited from afar. I would like you to be her companion while she is here."

"It would be my pleasure. When will we be introduced?"

"Not now, but soon. She is currently unavailable, having been struck with a sort of curse that erased her memory."

"Oh, my..." gasped Calista.

"Nothing you should worry about." he assured her, "When she is well, I will properly introduce you to her. That would be all for today Miss. Nott. Come. I shall walk you out." he stood up, offering her his hand.

Caslita took his hand and bid him good day. After she left, Septimus walked upstairs to see the mysterious witch.

0o0

While Lacy lazily laid on a couch she had conjured, Draco sat on a chair in front of her. His hands on both sides of his head. After Lacy told him where they were trapped Draco became confused. He was trying to make sense of her words. "We're on your daughter?"

"Yes, I came to that conclusion shortly after arriving." said Lacy.

Draco glanced at the marble blue and black floors and blood red walls. "This is your daughter?"

Lacy pointed at the floor. "This is her skin," she pointed at the walls, "and that's her hair. We are on the back of her neck."

"Her neck? How did we...what?"

"My daughter, Mintha, is a demon." Lacy hummed, trying to think of a simple way to explain to him what her daughter was. "She's a Charonte demon. These type of demons can disguise themselves as humans. When they are in their true form they resemble dragons. She has special powers that enable her to transform into a tattoo and stay on my skin. Years ago, we were attacked by another demon and somehow I ended up here. She must've been worried for my safety and unknowingly sent me here to protect me. I figured that out because whenever I felt concern safety for her I would tell her to stay on my skin as a tattoo."

"If she sent you here can she bring us out?"

Lacy shook her head. "She doesn't know that I am here. She's still a baby, her powers are immature and unpredictable. When she put me here it separated my soul from my body. My soul is here, but my body is out there. I need you to go out there into my world and tell her to summon me. It's the only way I can go out. If you help me I'll help you find Hermione."

"How can I go to your daughter if I'm trapped with you?"

"I can temporary sent you out to my world. You won't be corporal, but it should give you enough time to find her and tell her about me. She'll know what to do from there."

"And Hermione?"

"I'll send you to her after you do this for me. Don't worry about Hermione. You should worry about yourself more. Potions going to drive you insane."

"Have I lost my sanity already?" wondered Draco. "Is this real? Are you?"

Lacy stood from her couch and went to Draco. She leaned toward him and without a warning she back handed hard enough to cause him to fall off the chair and land on her floor. "Feel real to you or do you want more proof?"

Cupping the left side of his face that was stinging, he shook his head. "You're real. I believe you!"

Lacy straightened herself and stared down at him. "I have been trapped here for centuries. I desperately want to see my family again." As she said these words a rope appeared around Draco's waist. As Lacy pulled him up by the collar, an opening on the wall appeared. "When you see Mintha don't touch her hair. You'll be tempted, but don't do it. Her hair is alive. Soft as silk, hard as needles. They'll prick your skin and drain you of your fluids." she said as she pushed him into the opening, while holding tightly to the other end of the rope.