I was looking at a picture on one of the dressers. It was of a middle aged man with a woman and child. He assumed them to be his family. Maybe they were on an extended vacation. But they forgot to aloes and lock the door? No. Things weren't adding up. "Draco, look at this," Liana called from downstairs. I trotted down the steps to find her by the front door with a note in her hands. She handed it to me.
                          
To whomever finds this,
                          
 I've decided to leave town and start over. I'm on my way across the country now. I no longer want this house. You can have it. Do what you wish with it. The deed is in the master bedroom under the pillow, along with two copies of the key to the house. The house has been in my family for generations and it's already been paid for. There is also a car in the garage. The key is in the glove compartment and the car is unlocked. Thank you.
                          
This was strange. Some strange person has just decided to leave town and give the house to a stranger? It seemed unlikely that the person would be coming back. I mean, the house was in perfect condition. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a basement and a small backyard. It seemed too good to be true.
                          
"There's something not right about this," I decided. "Maybe this is a set up. I mean, how do we know if there aren't people watching this house right now?"
                          
"Maybe you're right. We should just wait awhile… to see if the person comes back," Liana suggested. We found the deed and the keys to the car and the house, but we put it all back. We left the strange house, shutting the door behind us. As we walked back toward Valerium End, I looked around to make sure we weren't being pursued.
                          

                          
Voldemort POV
                          
"Where is the boy?" I hissed. It'd been nearly a whole day since the youngest Malfoy disappeared. It was almost as if he'd vanished into thin air. Apparently, he was off the radar. I couldn't get in touch with him through his Dark Mark, which meant that, somehow, some way, he'd left Europe all together. But where would he go?
                          
According to Narcissa, she had no idea where he'd go. She was worried. Maybe she knew something that I didn't. But she didn't. I'd already broken into her mind. She knew nothing of any use to me. She was worried for her only child's well being. She knew that when I found him that it would not be a pretty sight.
                          
I wanted Dumbledore killed, but I wanted the Malfoy boy to do it. It'd be quite thrilling to watch. A Malfoy? Killing someone? I chuckled at the very thought. The Malfoys were nothing but a bunch of cowards. They were almost useless to me.
                          
"What if I killed Professor Dumbledore?" asked my most faithful servant, Severus. I grinned.
                          
"As much as I'd like for that to happen, the boy must do it. I want him to do it. I want to see it," I replied. "When we find him, and we will find him, he will carry out the deed. I don't care if it takes years for us to locate him! In the end, it will be worth the price."
                          
"But—" stammered one Death Eater.
                          
"You dare question my decision?" I demanded. I took my wand from my robe and pointed it at the man. "Avada Kedavra!" I shouted, killing him instantly. His body dropped to the ground with a thud. "Now, you shall put your faith in the Dark Lord."
                          
"I have an idea that might bring us closer to getting Draco back," Severus said thoughtfully. I turned to him. "Miss Pansy Parkinson has been close with Draco for several years. Perhaps she may know something that we don't."
                          
"Clever," I said. "Perhaps you might be right."
                          

                          
Harry POV
                          
I saw an owl I'd never seen before swoop into the Great Hall. As soon as I got the letter, I assumed it was from Malfoy. I slipped it into my pocket and excused myself from dinner so that I could open it in private. I couldn't risk letting anyone see it.
                          
I walked by a group of Hufflepuffs on my way back to the abandoned lavatory. No one would be there. "…I'm telling you! Malfoy and Blake got married and ran away to Australia! You can marry at 16 there!"
                          
"No you can't you tosser!"
                          
I rolled my eyes. The rumors were starting to get even more ridiculous now. It'd been two days and it was getting out of hand. I'd heard rumors about Voldemort kidnapping them, about Malfoy kidnapping her because she wouldn't get back together with him, and all sorts of atrocities.
                          
As soon as I got inside, I was greeted by Moaning Myrtle. "Hello, Harry. Is that a letter?" she said, swooping over to me. "Who's it from?"
                          
"No one." I wasn't sure if I wanted Myrtle to know of Malfoy's whereabouts.
                          
"Fine," she said, starting to cry. "You don't have to tell me." She started wailing, flying into her usual toilet.
                          
I shrugged and opened the letter. They were safe in Salem. Relief swept over me. I'd been anxious the past day or so, wondering if they were okay or not.
                          
I told Ron and Hermione once we were back in the common room. They were relieved too. And unfortunately, we spend most of the night doing our Herbology assignments.
                          
I was shaken out of my sleep by an alarmed looking Seamus. "What's happened?" I asked, reaching for my glasses on the nightstand. I peeked out the window. It was still dark. What was going on? "There's been another disappearance," he said. "This time it's Pansy Parkinson."
                          

                          
Oh no! Pansy's disappeared. I'm sure all of you have figured out by who. But omg, the next chapter shall be juicy! Review! Review! Review! Love you guys, xoxo.