Going Unnoticed (Last Book In The Things Not Seen Series) *Completed*

Chapter 15

Christina wandered towards her chambers. When the door swung open, she found the room to be vacant. She walked towards her bedside and reached her hand underneath it. Her hands found a small box hidden in the shadows. Pulling it out, she realized that the room was no longer empty for there was another person...or thing, rather, lurking only inches away from her.

Reaching her hand out, she felt the head of a strangely familiar creature. Nagini had made her way into Christina's room. Nagini had always looked up to Christina as more of an owner than Voldemort and ,in fact, visited Christina quite often. Christina had always had a way with snakes.

As she scanned the reptile before her, Christina noticed that there was something different about Nagini. There was a golden harness fastened around her mid-section with a small note attatched  to it. She pulled off the note and began to read it to herself: I'm waiting Christina... Somehow, though, Christina couldn't help but notice the lack of familiarity of the writing on the paper before her.

Seeing as she had no choice whether or not to return to Voldemort, Christina packed her things and held onto Nagini's harness. Within a moment's notice, Christina and Nagini had vanished into thin air.

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In a cloud of dust, Christina and Nagini arrived safely. Leading Nagini forward, Christina pushed the large door open and stepped inside to find nothing but a blazing fire and an eerie silence. As she walked through the many rooms that lie before her, she couldn't help but feel the warm breath on the back of her neck. More than once, she turned around only to find the empty rooms behind her. She held her breath, she was sure that this would be the moment that she would die.

Christina was just about ready to reach for her wand and apparate out of there when she felt strong hands on both of her arms, keeping her from escaping. Now don't you forget this, Christina was stubborn; she fought her captors and kicked and screamed. The men pinning her arms back had just about had enough. Nevertheless, Christina still fought. She fought and fought until one of the men's fists made contact with her head.

She was forced to calm down. She had no choice but to go with them no matter how slim her chances of survival were. Her eyesight went blurry and her arms went limp. The men dragged her into a small and slightly darker room. Before her, she could faintly make out a shadow. The image was vague and she could not make it out but something told her that it wasn't a welcoming comittee.

Quickly, her arms and legs stiffened once again. One of the men tried to kick her legs in but she tightened her muscles and once again tried to escape. The guards forced her to her knees and one of them presented himself before her. She could see his face but couldn't seem to put a name to the face.

Gathering all the saliva that she could in her mouth, she spat in his face. Wiping it away, he drew a dagger and swung it across her face leaving a deep bloody gash across her cheek. Her hand flew up into the air and made contact with his face. Only a moment afterward, she found her arms being bound behind her back and her body being flung forward onto the floor.

The shadow emerged from the darkness and began towards her. Christina wiggled her wand out from her boot as the shadow shooed the guards away. She just barely had the wand in her grasp when it fell before her on the floor. She sprung forward to cover it up but the shadow before her kicked it away before she had time to reach it.

Christina, however, was able to catch a glimpse of the boots of the anonymous captor. It was in no way a man. The figure crossed the room to pick up Christina's fallen wand. The shadow reached the wand through the darkness to point it at Christina. It began to step into the light and Christina almost gasped in horror. Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Hello poppet. I was beginning to think that I wouldn't see you at all this year." Bellatrix cheered as a menacing grin stretched itself across her face.

"What do you want from me?" Christina spat.

"Now why would you suspect that I want something from you?"

"That's how our relationship works mother. You call me to your side and expect me to do your dirty work for you and for nothing in return."

"Okay...you got me. You know how I can't stand that horrible Gryffindor that your little sister is associating with..."

"I know you hate George but we've had this conversation before....there's nothing that you can do to stop what's going on between George and Aria."

"No you idiot! The other one. That Fred fellow."

"I can't help you then. They love each other."

"No you see, you really don't get this concept. I want him out of the picture and you're going to help me."

"No! I cannot and will not help you sabotage their love!"

"I don't really think you have a choice." Bellatrix placed the wand on Christina's temple and whispered easily and simply "Imperio."