Alice Potter - The girl who lived

Chapter 43 - Kidnapped

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Chapter 43 - Kidnapped

Sarah POV

I got off the train giggling and laughing with Draco.

Ginny Weasly was on a stretcher. It was hilarious!

As we passed we put snooty looks on our faces not to look suspicious.

They will never catch us! We're too superior.

"Well well Sarah dear..." I looked up.

Standing before me was my ex mother. Bellatrix Lestrange.

She lurched forward and grabbed me.

Before I could move away she apperated with me leaving Draco standing behind in shock.

(A/N Sorry about the change of POV. It had to be done!)

Draco POV

"MOTHER! FATHER!" I yelled for my parents.

She's taken Sarah, my Sarah away! No one takes her away without me.

"Draco dear!" My mother pulled me in to a wide hug.

I squirmed away from her embarrassed.

I do love my mother. I can't let anyone see though. It would ruin my image.

"What has happened now Draco?" My father impatiently tapped his foot.4

"Bellatrix Lestrange! That's what's happened. She's kidnapped Sarah!

"Bella. Nacrissa dear we better send out a search party. WE can't let the Dark Lord know." My dad growled.

"Yes. Poor Sarah. We will find her Draco. You know that" My mother comforted me.

"I snorted at my mother impatiently wanting to get back to the manor.

"When shall I and Sarah be seeing... him?" I lowered my voice to my parents.

"Tomorrow. That means getting Sarah is even more important." My father informed me.

I nodded. They would find Sarah.

They would.

I grabbed my mother's arm and we apperated back to Malfoy Manner.

It is a gigantic mansion. WE are the Malfoys. We are not cheap skates.

I wandered to my room. Well my quarters.

I have a large green and black sitting room with Slytherin cushions.

Through the back I have a bedroom with a walk out balcony running right along the wall.

I have a large super king sized bed as a centrepiece.

It has black silk sheets and puffy black pillows.

I have a large walk in wardrobe where my robes are kept and pressed by our laundry house elf.

Now the Dark Lords back we have a whole army of house elf's!

As I said, us Malfoy's don't scrimp on anything.

I walked over to my shoe rack to inspect their shininess.

Hmmm... They were fine.

I walked over to my balcony to make sure the curtains were ironed properly.

They were.

I checked my carpet was hovered right.

It was.

I couldn't pick a fault in anything annoyingly. My mind wasn't in the right place.

It was away with the fairies.

The Sarah fairies.

Sarah's face when my aunt Bella turned up.

It twisted in anger, hatred and loathing. She was no longer my Sarah; she was the daughter of the devil.

Why was Bella out in public though?

She was told to lay low... That's it! The Dark Lord doesn't know she's here.

Troubles ahead for her.

If not with the Dark Lord... with me.

I shall personal kill my aunt Bella.

If Bella even hurts one hair on Sarah's head... she's a dead woman.

I will not have Sarah being hurt!

Not MY Sarah.

I would kill for Sarah. Kill anyone.

Sarah means everything to me. Everything.

I trust Sarah. I would trust her with my life. I would trust her with everything.

Why did my Aunt Bella take Sarah! She's caused her enough pain.

Enough pain to last her a lifetime.

My Sarah's a tough cookie though. She will survive.

She will fight.

I sat down on my bed. It was soft and it let out a sigh when I sat on it.

It was comfy.

I fell back on the bed and I let the black waves engulf me.

I have never been so wound up about someone before.

I can't sit still. I am aching to hug Sarah. To feel her in my arms.

My head rested on one of my puffy pillows. The pillow flumped under my weight.

My arm started to ache with cramp. I never moved though.

My body was tense. It was as if Sarah's kidnapping had got in to my blood stream.

It was making my muscles tense up and freeze.

It was as if my blood had frozen without Sarah.

I was ready to pounce to my feet in case Sarah entered.

I lay for what felt like hours. It was actually only a few minutes.

Sarah. My Sarah.

The girl was affecting my mind even when I'm not with her!

I've never felt worry like this before.

Not for anyone or anything.

It was unheard of in my head also in my family.

The only one that worried was my mother. She could.

She worried for our lack of worrying.

My mother. My great mother. She would help them find Sarah.

She had to be found. Soon.

How long could I carry on like this?

I need Sarah back!

If she comes back alive...

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