Elaine's POV:

"George...who are those people with Draco?" I ask as I pointed them out in the crowd of Diagon Alley. "Oh shit...Elaine we have to leave," Fred said as he grabbed my hand. "Who are they?" I asked again, planting my feet in the ground. "They're his parents...they're also very dangerous people. Death Eaters...Voldemort's followers," George explained as he took my other hand. I still was trying to remember all of the wizarding terms like 'death eater', so when George told me that they were followers of Voldemort, I was petrified. "We have to apparate...if they see us there's going to be a problem," Fred said to George. I wasn't paying attention. Before I could make my way towards the Malfoys, they saw me. The man, Draco's father, looked straight into my eyes and mouthed the word 'shit'. "It's too late...he saw us," I said to Fred. I was trying not to freak out. Suddenly, my feet were lifted off the ground and I landed in front of the Burrow. Fred helped me up off the ground and motioned me right inside the house.

"We have to send dad a message," George said to their mom as him and Fred pushed me to sit down at the table. "What for? He'll be home before you know it," Mrs. Weasley said. "The Malfoys have Elaine's friend, Jason," Fred said to his mother. "Oh dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley said as I began to cry. Why did these people take my best friend? Mrs. Weasley gently pat my head and made tea to help me calm down. "Arthur will find him, I am sure of it," Mrs. Weasley said as she ordered Fred and George to make me as comfortable as possible.

Even though so many people were talking to me at once, my mind was focused on Jason. The only thing that was making sense for me is how the Malfoys were able to "adopt" Jason so easily...they just used magic on Mrs. Burke.

An hour after we arrived back at the Burrow, Mr. Weasley had informed the Ministry of the kidnapping of Jason Grant. He was on the case, so I did feel much better about it, but I was still extremely nervous.

Hours later, there was still no word of Jason or any members of the Malfoy family for that matter. It was dark outside now. After dinner (I didn't eat at all), I stepped outside into the cool summer night. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. When I looked back at the house, through the window I saw everyone still eating and talking.

The only person not doing those things was Fred. He was watching me through the window. He got up and made his way outside. "Here," he said as he pulled out his wand and drew up a blanket that laid on the grass. "So you don't get dirt on you," he said with a smile. "Thanks," I replied, blushing, and took a seat next to him on the blanket. "So when am I gonna learn how to use this thing?" I asked, pointing to the wand in Fred's hand. "Here, you can try," Fred said with a smile as he handed me his wand. Since the incident at Diagon Alley, the only thing I was able to get was robes for the upcoming school year. "It doesn't feel right," I said, holding the wand and twirling it in my hand. "Well it shouldn't...it's mine. The wand chooses the wizard...or witch in this case," Fred said with a laugh. Fred began explaining all the different wand types, including a wand that turns into a rubber chicken (his own invention), and told me that tomorrow we could go find a wand for me.

As Fred and I talked and talked about the wizarding world and school, Mrs. Weasley called us inside. "They found him," she said and my heart soared. "Is he okay?" I asked. "He's being rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital. He should make it...but it is a long recovery for the spells they used on him," Mrs. Weasley explained. My heart shattered. These people hurt my best friend and, up until a few days ago, he was my only family. Why would they do that to him? "You can see him tomorrow," Mr. Weasley said, almost as if he read my mind.

I took a breath of relief. At least I knew where he was and that, for the time-being, he was safe.

Unfortunately, the breath of relief did not last long. Around 8pm, Hermione, Harry, Ron and I were playing wizard's chess. Ron was on my team and he was trying to teach me how to play. One thing about me is I get very competitive when it comes to playing board games, but a wizard board game took it to a whole new level. "Shit!" I said after I lost for the tenth time in a row. "That's enough chess for me...I'm going to change into pajamas," Hermione said as she went to the fourth floor. Suddenly, the lights went out in the house.

Black figures blew through the walls of the house, and the house erupted in flames. All of us ran outside as fast as we could. "Wait! Hermione!" Harry said as we all formed a group in front of the house. I immediately bolted into the house. Everyone called after me...telling me not to go back inside, but I was not going to lose my sister.

Smoke filled my lungs as I fought my way up to the fourth floor. Hermione was trapped in Ginny's room. "Elaine? Help!" Hermione screamed. I kicked down the door, grabbed Hermione's hand and led her to the roof. The flames were consuming the staircase, so our only option was to keep moving up. Hermione had her wand in hand, but her arm was badly burned. "Give that to me," I said as I grabbed her wand and helped her up onto the roof. "Listen, there's a spell that can slow your fall you need to say it clearly, though," Hermione started lecturing, without realizing who was on the roof with us. Since she was badly injured, she wouldn't have been able to use her wand anyways, so I pushed her. I pushed her off of the roof. She screamed the whole way down, but, again, I didn't care. I didn't want to lose my sister. I took a short breath when I finally saw Ron send a spell towards her to slow her fall. If only I knew that spell.

"Well, well, well," Mr. Malfoy said right in my ear. I shuddered, and slowly turned around to face him. He was not alone. From the wanted posters hanging up around Diagon Alley, I realized he was accompanied by Bellatrix Lestrange and Greyback. "Do not touch her, Greyback, she is for the Dark Lord," Lucius Malfoy said as Greyback made his way over to me. I stood my ground. With Hermione's wand in my hand, I held it out in front of me. "Why does he want me?" I asked. I was trying to buy everyone who was on the ground below me enough time to get help. "My dear, surely you know all about the prophecy," Lucius said with a cackle. "He's very big on prophecies isn't he?" I asked, knowing Voldemort tried everything in his power to retrieve one about himself and Harry. "Yes, well this one is different. He has heard the entire prophecy through this time. It is about you and your sister," Lucius said, keeping the suspense in the air extremely thick. "What about us?" I asked, genuinely curious, all while keeping an eye on Bellatrix and Greyback. "One of you would be the smartest of her age...and the other the most powerful of her age. This power that courses through your veins is essential for the Dark Lord to succeed in killing Harry Potter and controlling the wizarding world," Lucius explained. "Then why not just take me from the orphanage? Why did you take Jason?" I asked. "That was simply a precaution...if you heard about how wonderful of a family Jason has you would surely visit. We would introduce you to your powers the right way. Unfortunately, Dumbledore got to you first and put you here. When I saw you in Diagon Alley I knew it was time to come and collect you," Lucius said with a cunning smile. "So you mean he wants to use me as a weapon? Voldemort wants me as a weapon for the war?" I asked. It finally clicked. "ENOUGH CHIT CHAT!" Bellatrix screeched. My eyes darted between the three of them until I noticed a floating figure behind Bellatrix. "Now you will come with us...or else," Lucius said, and with a wave of his wand, he revealed that the floating figure was Jason. He looked horrible. Bloody and beaten. I knew it was time to act.

Like a bolt of lightening, I raised my wand and stunned all three Death Eaters that stood before me. My brain and my wand worked together without my knowledge.

I quickly grabbed Jason and jumped off the roof with him in my arms. Mr. Weasley sent a spell towards the two of us and we landed gently on the ground. "They're still up there...they're stunned I think," I said, trying to catch my breath. All the smoke I inhaled and all the information I just learned was making me hyperventilate.

I passed out.