"How many times must I tell you, I'm not a Muggleborn - and - I have no relation to Harry Potter, whatsoever. It's just a huge coincidence," Emma said breathlessly. "People look like other people."

 Her hands were tied up tightly behind her back and a Death Eater was on either side of her. The younger one she had run into at Hogwarts was pushing her roughly along the gravel. The day was darkening and Emma did all she could not to break down, tried not to think of her dad laying there on the bathroom floor, unconscious. Her mind would betray her and often stray to images of him waking up all panicked and frightened for her. She could not bare to lose another parent. 

Before Disapparating, the Death Eaters both waited for Emma to dress herself, but had taken her wand from her and were close by in case she tried to escape. 

She was prodded sharply in the back by what could only be a wand. 

"How many times do we need to tell you to shut your hole?" the young Death Eater seethed, and Emma could only imagine a sneer on his rather queer little face. "We already know who you are, Potter."

"You-Know-Who is going to be so mad when he realises you've got the wrong person," Emma continued, feeling the wand prod into her shoulder, and a hand shove her in the middle of the back. "You do realise he'll kill you both, don't you?"

"Shut up," the young man hissed, giving Emma a harder shove than the last. "Idiot girl. The Malfoy boy will see to it. He can give some confirmation seeing as you're a Slytherin."

Emma tripped over her own two feet at Malfoy.

"Malfoy? Draco - that's where you're taking me?"

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" said Fenrir Greyback, giving her a sideways glance.

"I prefer the term slow," said Emma, twisting her arms to try and make room but felt the prod of a wand on the back of her hands. "This is hardly necessary, how is Malfoy going to be able to confirm that it's me? This Potter sister is nonsense, I hope you know."

"My goodness, do you ever shut the hell up?" the younger Death Eater moaned. 

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm the only one who understands that the three of us are going to be killed over your mistake. You really should just turn around now, you're wasting your time and risking your lives."

"Information on you is a hundred and eighty thousand Galleons," sneered Greyback. "Can only imagine it'd be double that once we've thrown you in front of the Dark Lord."

Emma shuddered.

They reached a rather large black gate which looked so big and ancient, Emma was in awe. She was too busy staring at it's height and all the creepy gargoyles that felt so very alive, that she hadn't noticed a woman had come prancing over, her hair so black and fierce and crazy, her eyes dark and menacing and skin so pale. Emma felt something racing through her skin when they made eye contact, her and this crazy looking lady. She knew who it was, she had seen her in the papers. 

There was something about the look she was giving Emma. Something about her soulless eyes and the humanity behind them that Emma could not find. People said that the eyes were the windows to the soul. They were hollow windows.

The iron gates began to contort and twist and groan, but the witch waved her wand and the iron gates swung open.

Bellatrix Lestrange broke into a smirk. 

It was easy to believe that Draco lived here, in this big fancy manor with gargoyles all over the place. Emma just didn't know it was so creepy and medieval like. Still wriggling her arms behind her back, Emma was pushed towards broad stone steps which was followed by a hallway lined with portraits. She didn't get a chance to look at them all, because she was pushed again, more hurriedly. 

A drawing room stood before her and she couldn't help but feel how beautiful the place was. There must have been a thousand occasions that took place underneath the chandelier. Emma stopped all of a sudden, feeling as though she had just banged into an invisible door. Inhaling sharply, she stared down at Hermione on the floor, who was barely stirring, beside her stood a goblin with a sharp cut across his face, and others standing by the fireplace could only be Draco and his parents.

Mr and Mrs Malfoy were faced talking to each other in hushed voices, and Draco was turned away from them all with his hand over his mouth. The entire Malfoy family turned quickly at the sound of the drawing room doors being closed loudly. Mrs Malfoy looked utterly confused when her eyes fell on Emma, and Draco looked at a loss for words when his eyes fell on her. 

"Move," ordered Greyback, who pushed her this time. 

"Hermione . . ." Emma whispered, staring down at the still Gryffindor, wondering if she was . . . if she . . . no . . . but if Hermione was here, where was Harry? And Ron? Were they . . . ? She was so close to Hermione now, but she could not tell if she was breathing.

"Look who we have here, Cissy," cackled Bellatrix, practically skipping around to stand by her sister's side. Emma could tell that Draco was trying not to look at her, and she was doing the same. 

Her heart was hammering into her chest, her thoughts running wild on where Harry could be, and Ron, and her Dad, where they all were. 

"I know you," said Mrs Malfoy. Emma found it rather hard to look at her. Draco's mother slowly approached her, her eyes slightly squinting. "You're . . . Emma . . . right? You're Draco's friend - why have you brought her here, Greyback? She's the one who said His name?"

"She's not my friend," Draco mumbled, sneering at Emma when his parents looked at him. "I barely even know her. Answer my mother, why have you brought her here?"

"They claim she is the sister," Bellatrix announced in a voice that could only suggest she was amused. Emma just wanted to curl up into a ball and weep. She hated feeling so . . . helpless . . . and stared at like she was a lab rat or like she had no right to be here on this earth. The girl jumped at the loud laughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. "Pity to see such a pretty face go to waste. You're a joke, Greyback. Get this girl out of here before we summon the Dark Lord."

"And if it's her? Potter's sister?" the young Death Eater demanded before Greyback could even open his mouth. "Just gonna let her go? Least lock her up till you make sure. I'm tellin' you, it's her. She's real."

"I'm telling you, it's her, she's real," Bellatrix mocked. "Fools. We'll all perish if he sees her, get her out of my sight."

"Draco?" Mrs Malfoy said quietly, looking over at her son. He was frowning. "Draco, what are you thinking? This is not her, is it?"

Draco shook his head. "No, I - I don't think so. Snape and the Carrows talked about her. Snape said it isn't her and . . . and that he made sure of it."

Emma wanted to say something but was afraid she'd get hurt in the process. She couldn't believe someone so kind like Sabrina was the daughter of someone so evil like Bellatrix.

"Greyback you had better get rid of her," Mr Malfoy said in a low voice. "Get her out of my house."

"You're all mental, I'm telling you it's her! It's Potter's sister, everything will be all in order once she's -"

"We already have Potter, you fool, or have you forgotten?" Bellatrix seethed, pacing in front of Emma and the two Death Eaters. "If certainly real, she was only meant for bait, to lure Potter, and then the Dark Lord may have done whatever else he wished, but we've already got Potter, and for now that's all He wants! She can be dealt with - later."

"But we - that's -"

"Silence, you mouth breathing squib."

Emma watched, fearful, as Bellatrix Lestrange approached her, stared deeply into her eyes, as though she was imagining all the horrible ways for her to die. Or else like she was reading into all of her deep dark thoughts, her deep dark secrets, reading into her memories and everything she ever dreamed of. To keep standing, Emma focused on static, focused on nothing. 

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" Bellatrix said in a soft but emotionless voice, her eyes still staring hard into Emma's. Emma held her breath, waiting, hoping. Her eyes dropped to the older witch's arm, where it had come out from behind her dress, wand in hand. "We'll all agree eventually that this is the way to get rid of you. She's a nobody anyway, right, Cissy?"

Emma's heart beat sped up and she took a step back on instinct. She thought she saw Draco move but his Aunt moved her arm behind her back again and looked down at Hermione, who was still not moving. Her eyes were barely even opened. 

Bellatrix spoke happily next, and rolled up her sleeve. "And now we call the Dark Lord! And the girl dies. Draco, you can dispose of her. And I think Greyback can have the Mudblood now. Greyback, take her if you want her."