....The panic seizes me, sliding an icy hand up over my spine, clenching at my throat...

....The mark starts to burn. The pain is almost intolerable. I smile...."

Oh this is nice,' My inner voice shouted in my head, 'I escape Voldermort's clutches no less then five times, then I choke to death on a turkey sandwich...just lovely....will look great on the front pages....I can see it now...'

...The footsteps are close the voices are no longer whispers. I start to tremble, slowly falling into hysteria....

...'I don't know' I gasp out, trying to push myself up into a standing position by sliding against the wall. Bugger. She's heavy. ...."

...I will take back what is mine..."

...My head tilted back, and I looked up at the sky. The green mark was hanging maliciously over the home I had grown up in.My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and I fell back into someones arms....