Ok, well the winner of the cover competition was IAmGeorge! You're the best! :')

Also, I know it's been weeks since the last chapter but I had work experience and then I was grounded for snapping my brother's black ops disc. I have to say it was an accident! I took it away from the little  brother but he wouldn't let go and then I sort of snapped it by accident. Well that's what you get for offering to babysit Alex -_-.

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I just sat on the ground, thinking of different ideas. But, unfortunatly, every idea led me to another problem. Eventually, I was joined by Fred.

"Love, are you ok?" He asked, concerned. I thought fast and realised that he would never let me go after what he had heard. I had to push him away. It wasn't safe for him.

"I'm fine, Fred." I snapped.

"You don't look fine." He mumbled.

"Well, thanks, I really appreciate that." I had to fight to keep my voice from shaking. This had to be believable.

"I didn't mean-"

"Whatever Fred." I said, and stood up.

"Woah, woah, woah, don't take whatever this is out on me." He said, raising his hands. I glared at him. "Just calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I said, my voice full of stress.

"Well, what am I supposed to say? Just tell me what I'm supposed to say." He begged, confusion in his eyes.

"You're not supposed to say anything." I told him and turned on my hill and walked forwards, not really aware of where I was going.

"Rebecca, wait." Fred ordered. I took a deep breath and swivelled round.

"What?"

"I love you." He said, his voice and eyes full of sincerity. I really wanted to tell him I loved him back and to snog his face off but I couldn't. Nobody was going to die because of me. Instead, I done something that went against every instinct, urge and reaction going through my body. I said something that broke my heart.

"Just go back to Rosie, Fred." I said. He looked taken aback. I took this opportunity to run. I ran and ran, not letting myself look back. After what felt like hours I reached a road. Then, I saw a bus. I smiled to myself, I had an idea. I reached for my wand and took it out of my pocket. Then, I extended my hand and muttered 'lumos'.

After a quick bang and the screech of brakes a big, purple bus was infront of me.

"'ello, welcome to the knight bus. My name is Stan Shunpike and I'll- Why 'ello there miss. What's a pretty thing like you doin' on the streets?" Stan asked. I shrugged. "Well where's your luggage."

"I don't have any." I told him.

"Do you 'ave some money?" I nodded and handed him some sickles. After a few seconds of counting money Stan moved aside. "Climb aboard miss-"

"Potter."

"Potter? Oh, are you by any chance related to-"

"Harry, yeah. Cousins." I said, quickly.

"Well, where can we be takin' you?" He asked.

"The London Eye." I told him.

"You off for a bit of sightseein'?" Stan asked. As I wasn't in the mood to chat, I just nodded. "You 'ear that Ern? The London Eye." He told the old man in the front. We were, almost instantly, back on the road again.

"We'll 'ave to drop the other passengers off first if that's alright..."

"That's fine." I smiled.

"You've got a beautiful smile Miss." He complimented.

"Thank you." I said, politely.

"Stan, you better go wake Mr. Downings up. We'll be in Cardiff, soon." The old man called. I gasped. Cardiff? It had only been three minutes.

"We travel quickly." A shrunken head laughed. I nodded and just held on tight. After a few more stops, we arrived at the London Eye. It was dark now.

"I 'ope to see you again soon." Stan said as I jumped off the bus. I just smiled and nodded. As soon as the bus was gone I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned round to see, none other, than Lucius Malfoy. I jumped back.

"You travel fast." He said, cooly.

"I'd rather get this over with." It seemed weird that I spoke about my murder so calmly.

"Do you want to die?"

"Does anybody want to die?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Drop the attitude or else I'll add more people to the list." I immediatly shut up.

"Why do you wanna kill me? I'm one of your son's only real friends." I said, changing the subject.

"Draco will realise that some people aren't worth the time of day." His voice seemed to cut through the air.

"So you would kill me and hurt your son just so you can get in the good books with Voldemort?" I demanded.

"How dare you speak his name." He snapped and grabbed my arm.

"I'm not going down without a fight, you know?" I told him, secretly surprising myself.

"Well, I expected that. You are a Potter, after all..." A sudden idea ran through my mind. It was risky but worth it.

"I'm proud to be a Potter." I said, standing tall.

"You're just as arrogant as the rest of them." He snapped, his voice full of hatred.

"You're family aren't exactly saints."

"How dare you insult the Malfoy family."

"I'm not afraid of you." I said, slowly.

"No?"

"Why should I be?"

"Because I decide whether you live or die." Lucius threatened.

"Yes, but we both know you'll choose the latter." I told him. He smirked and for a moment I saw where Draco got his looks from. While evil thoughts were dancing through his head, I was reaching into my pocket and slowly pressing buttons on my phone. I didn't know who I was calling but I hoped they would help me.

"Hello?" I could hear Angelina's voice faintly. I quickly whipped the phone out of my pocket, so it was behind my back. Lucius realised something was up.

"ANGELINA! HELP! LUCIUS MALFOY!" I screamed. I got a couple of looks from passer-bys. Lucius snatched the phone from my hand and threw it to the ground. I could still hear Ang on the line demanding what was going on. Lucius gave me a warning look.

"CALL FRED!" I shrieked. The next thing I knew I was consumed by darkness. I had no idea what had happened to me.

* DunDunDunn... *

FRED'S POV

I was with Rosie. Rebecca hadn't returned home yet and I was starting to get worried. The campers had come back as soon as I'd informed them that Rebecca was missing; or at least i thought she was.

George was acting really awkward around Cerise and I thought his lips looked a bit red. He was making it pretty obvious that they had been kissing. But now, his face was a mixture of worry and guilt. 

"Look, I'm sure she's just out on a walk or someth-" Cerise was interupted by a crack that sounded like somebody apparating. Me and George ran to the door.

"Rebecca?"

"Not quite." It was Angelina and her dad.

"What are you doing here?"

"Rebecca's in trouble." She said, running a hand through her hair.

"What do you mean?"

"She rang me. She asked me to help and then said Lucius Malfoy and then she told me to call you and the line went dead." Ang explained quickly.

"Did she say where she was?" George asked. Ang shook her head, tears were in her eyes. Her dad had gone inside and was now talking to Rebecca's mum, my mum and Sirius.

"What are we gonna do?" Ang sobbed.

"We'll figure something out." George said, confidently. "Rebecca obviously had a plan, otherwise she wouldn't have called you."

Ang nodded and wiped away a few tears.

"We need to hurry, she could be dying right now." She sniffed. I shivered and nodded. Everybody had come outside now, even Mason. He had a detirmined look on his face.

"Ok, one of us needs to contact Dumbledore." Dad said. Everyone agreed.

"I'll do that, now." Mrs. Potter said and rushed inside.

We had to get Rebecca back. She couldn't die. She wouldn't. I would make sure of that.

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Well, hello again.

I know its short but now that I'm un-grounded, I can upload as much as I used to.

Well I think the only people who have any idea of how the story ends are IAmFred, IAmGeorge and me. :')

You guys would know too if you entered the competition. . :P

Bye,

Kirsten <33