Chapter 7

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Mavis's POV:

Four days, four days Tia has been missing. My world has totally been flipped upside down since that Hogsmead trip. The castle went in total shut down looking for anyone who could've taken her, or anyone who knows anything about her where-abouts.

I havn't managed to sleep more than a couple hours in all these nights, probably not more than five. So far, there's been no word about her. The classes just started back up this morning, but I havn't gone to a single one. I couldn't possibly think about learning when my best friend is no where to be seen.

I keep on fearing the worst

She's dead, she's gone, and you'll never be able to apologize, you guys left your friendship in ruins

A little voice in the back of my head keeps saying. I try to ignore it, but I can't help thinking, what if she is gone? Dead and gone from this world, never to come back. I don't think I could handle that, even when we were fighting, she was the only person who cared about me, ever.

Not once did I question our friendship, everything just always worked out. Lately she was being funny about things, getting nervous any time I mentioned Thomas, receiving mysterious letters, wearing that pin on her everyday.

Maybe Thomas has something to do with this, he wouldn't dare take her would he? He knows we're best friends. I swear if he has something to do with anything, I'll kill him personally.

"Mavis?" A voice asks, but it seems to be miles away "Mavis?" It repeats

I snap into reality "What Cayne?" I say with an annoyed voice

I don't mean to be hostile, but I can't help it. No one seems to want to look very hard for Tia, everyone is just assuming she'll eventually show up. I try to ignore what Cayne has to say next, but he waves his hand in front of my face.

"What?" I say

He backs off a little "Mavis chill, you got a letter."

I look down on my plate to see that there is one. A cream colored envelope with red wax to hold the flap down. I know its from my father, he uses the red wax and imprints the letters TR into it. He uses his muggle name even though he hates it. All part of his 'Safety plan' for me.

I open it up

Mavis,

I scough, not even dear? Goes to show you what my fathers like. I choose to ignore it instead of get upset so turn my attention back to the letter.

I'm so sorry to hear about Tia, she was always to happy anyway. Your mother thinks school would be to much to worry about right now for you. If you want to be taken out of school for a while, just tell me, i'll arrange it. Do you have any guess on where she went? I must get going, I have someone to deal with, my newest experiment is going well, we're just starting to test it on someone, don't worry, no one important.

Voldemort-Tom-Riddle

What's he up to now? And who's this 'no one important'. Last time it was my cleaner, the time before that my cousin, and then he just used a bunch of other people. I wonder what he's experimenting about? He always has these mad idea's, I think only one has ever worked.

I don't really care, I just want Tia! I can't believe we left our friendship on the verge of breaking because of a stupid test!

Filtch runs over to me suddenly looking very out of breath.

"They think they found her!" He exclaims

I look up "Really? Where?"

He looks around "Not here."

he grabs my arm and pulls me onto my feet. He drags me into the staff room.

"In some abandoned mansion." He says as he looks around the room

I'm sure my face is glowing "Can I go?"

He raises his eyebrows "Where?"

I raise mine in the same manor "To go get her of course!"

I stalk out of the room. I hear him shuffling about and then walk out. I find myself in the headmasters office.

"Um Mcgonangall?" I ask hesitantly

A chair twist around to reveal Snape, sitting with his hands on his lap, looking rather smug about something.

"Its Professor Mcgonangall Mavis." He reply's cooly

Then some curse hits my back and I black out, the last thing I see is Snape; Looking over my face, smiling the same smile my father has. A smile that promises pain, and loss, a smile I hate seeing, under any circumstance.

This is a short one, but things are picking up speed! Thanks so much to the few who read this, it means so much to us!

~Kirsty & Tara

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