After another sleepless night I couldn't wait any longer to find out who the fake Harry was. I rolled off the sofa and headed for the showers, in an n attempt to make myself look slightly more respectable. I gasped as I looked in the mirror, I hadn't washed or made any effort since Harry had vanished, and I really was a state. There were huge black circles under my eyes, which were puffy and blood shot. I was much paler than usual and it looked like I hadn't eaten for weeks. The flesh had dropped off my cheeks leaving a hollow ghostly appearance. My normally silky shiny hair was matted and greasy, and I still had the remains of my wedding make up on that was smudged around my eyes and down my hollow cheeks. Just seeing myself bought back memories and I wished for Harry to be here, I started crying once more before stepping into the shower cubicle and giving my hair and body a deep cleanse. This relaxed me ever so slightly and made me feel more optimistic, I magically dried my hair an slipped into a plain green summer dress, I then focused on my face, after carefully applying make up to hide the dark circles and puffiness of my eyes, and having added a bit more colour to my cheeks, I wandered back into the common room to find a sick looking Hermione. As soon as she saw me ran and jumped on me, in tears. When I left I didn't tell them where I was going as I didn't want to wake them, but it turns out they were both worried sick that I, too had been abducted. After the slight misunderstanding had been cleared, I grabbed Hermione to accompany me to the classroom, and we went via Kingsley's room so he could come too.
I stopped a few meters away from the room, the apprehension was killing me, and I was shaking so much I could barely stand. I collapsed into tears once more and slid against the wall, Hermione slumped herself next to me and attempted to make me feel better, I knew it meant as much to her too, Harry was like her brother, but she was managing to hold it together, so why couldn't I? I told Kingsley to go ahead on his own as I thought I may either kill the culprit, or I would end up dead. We had back up and a vile of veritaserum in order to get the truth out of this liar, I was too scared to even be there, so I stayed on the floor, Hermione grabbed Ron to come and sit with me whilst she backed up Kingsley.
I heard the door open and was full of apprehension as I heard footsteps inside the classroom. I had the sudden urge to join both Kingsley and Hermione, but Ron restrained me, claiming I'd cause a scene, which was probably true and he did know me well, but I was pissed off nevertheless. I heard raised voices, Kingsley's and another mans - most definitely not Harry's. I couldn't hear Hermione at all. About ten minutes later Hermione appeared, telling me and Ron to come in, with the truth potion. I questioned who it was, but the reply was just raised eyebrows and "you're about to find out". Well at least it was confirmed it wasn't Harry.
As I entered the room the culprit had his back to me. He was wearing the same clothes as 'Harry' was yesterday, suggesting he was the same person just morphed back into his own shape. I pulled the vile of veritaserum out of my pocket and tipped a few drops into a cup of pumpkin juice, I handed it to Kingsley to give to him. Clearly great full of any liquid, he downed it in one. He still didn't turn to face me, but I could tell from the back he was tall, with dark skin and dark hair. He slowly turned in his seat to reveal high cheekbones and long slanting eyes that complemented his stature. Just looking at him sent a chill down my spine. I knew immediately who he was. Blaise Zabini. The question was, what did he want?