A/n: My first fanfiction... It is not beta corrected so fair warning. It's rated M with here is a fanfic for all those Ang/Mont lovers out there. Happy reading!

Inspiration- Mark of Montague, one of my all time fav. Def check it out! It's read worth reading.

Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own the world of Potter it all belongs to J.K.R.

She was running for her life as spells flew past her head. Their Order hiding place had been found by Death Eaters. It was a mad scramble as people ran and curses flew. Angelina was running through the forest hoping to Merlin to make it when she fell over Lee's body. She heard him cry out in agony as she stepped onto him falling face first to the ground. She couldn't help the scream that escaped her mouth at the sight in front of her. Lee's lower half had been hit by a nasty spell that had left huge gashes in him. He was going to die she thought, her hands trembling as she immediately tried to heal him. As people ran past her she hoped that she could heal him well enough to get them both out of there safely.

That was when Oliver Wood came rushing up to them. Angelina didn't notice that tears were falling from her eyes as she attempted to heal Lee's never healing wound. He laid there moaning in agony telling her to leave him. Oliver came rushing forward seeing all the blood he became the blood on the two of them it looked as though they were both injured. Oliver turned and called out to Dean Thomas as he took the crying Angelina into his hands.

"Are you alright? Where are you bleeding Angelina?" Oliver asked concerned etched onto his face illuminated by the moon.

"I'm not... it's not me,it's Lee! We have to save Lee," She exclaimed shakily still healing Lee, a bit more she thought. Then a curse flew past Oliver's head and Dean came rushing up to them.

"We have to move!" he yelled rushing their way. At the sight of the blood that covered Angelina and Lee his eyes got wide.

Angelina told him as he stepped shocked and concerned, "It's just Lee, you can move him but be gentle."

Dean hesitated before following her instructions taking hold of one side of Lee while Oliver took the other. Carefully they began their snail crawling to the apparition ward with Angelina backing up their rear. It felt as though they wouldn't make it as they ran as much as they could with Lee. Angelina sending off tons of curses yelled at them, "Guys break for it I'm staying back."

Oliver looked over his should at her at shouting, "No Way!" She was mental if she thought that he'd let her stay behind.

Dean noticing that Lee was starting to bleed severely again told Oliver, "We don't have a choice we need to move. Angelina's a big girl she can handle her own."

Angelina sent off another furry of curses exclaiming, "Thank you Dean, now move your asses. Have them close the ward if needed I'll find my way to shelter."

Oliver protested again ducking as another curse flew past their heads, "Move it damn it," Angelina shouted pushing them in the direction of the ward.

The boys started off in the direction of the ward as Angelina moved to take cover behind a tree . From the position she took she could attack better.

It was dark in the forest with a barley present moon shinning in and out of the area. Angelina from her new position took down two Death Eaters in pursuit of Oliver, Dean, and Lee. She ran closer to where the guys were making sure to stay hidden by the trees. Covering them this way was better, she told herself looking about the area. When more Death Eaters didn't come Angelina moved from her perch to another one. She supposed they were a little ways away from the ward because as she ran forward her Order marking got hotter and hotter indicating the apparition ward was close.

There didn't seem to be any Death Eaters gaining on them, so Angelina came back to run behind them. Oliver looked back relieved to see her. As soon as Lee, Dean, and Oliver reached the ward there was an ambush of curses coming at them in every direction. Angelina did the only thing she could think of as Dean, herself and Oliver where hit with curses. In agonizing pain with all her strength she pushed them forward into the ward closing it after Oliver, Dean, and Lee had vanished. Luckily she made that call closing it as Death Eaters rushed forward.

Oliver, Dean, and Lee fell onto the hardwood floor of Grimmauld Place. A mass of people rushed forward Hermione checked for their Order markings. Once they were identified as themselves, her and another witch started to heal them while the other men lowered their wands..

Fred helped Oliver up,as he looked about the room. Not seeing Angelina Oliver asked in a panic, "Where's Angelina?"

Fred looked at Oliver as terror came over his face, "What do you mean where's Angelina? You lot were the last to come through. Oliver you closed the ward didn't you?"

Oliver not seeing straight touched his bloody side in pain. He shook his head no panic and pain taking hold of his body, "We didn't close it Angelina, Angelina pushed us... wh..Where is she?"

George stepped forward as Fred turned towards Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

Fred handed Oliver off to George commanding, "Open this ward back up."

Hermione looked up with big alarmed eyes at Harry and Ron as she stopped healing Lee. She blinked multiple times as Harry slowly stepped forward stating, "We can't... Fred we can't"

Fred becoming angry and upset said through clutched teeth, "We must! She could be dyeing out there, or worst being raped. We have to save her! Open this ward!"

Harry whom had fallen solemn shook his head no, "I'm sorry Fred we can't, it would jeopardize everybody. I'm sure she'll find her way, if not we'll get information and rescue her. We're in no shape right now to send people back out there."

Fred's face turned red, he was beyond pissed. He knew it was a mistake to let her go out in a troop other than his own. George turned to Hermione, "Mione Oliver is shaking violently", and sure enough Oliver's body was having a witch rushed forward with potion instructing George to lay him on the floor.

Fred stared at Harry, and Harry stared back at him. It was a clash of green and blue, "I could go."

Harry shook his head no telling Fred, even thought it killed him to, "We can't, you can't. Angelina knew what was doing. She wouldn't have closed that ward without cause. She wouldn't do that unless she absolutely had knows the rules! I am so sorry, but I will not reopen the ward."

Fred's anger mounted as thoughts of what could be possibly happening to his Angelina filled his mind. He had to walk away from Harry to keep from doing something irrational. Inhaling to steady his anger that was causing his body to shake Fred turned storming off down the corridor of the small house punching a wall along the way. Ginny looked at Harry whom motioned for her to follow after him while George helped with Oliver.

The sounds of Fred's footsteps and outbursts of violence caused the already heavy weight on Harry's shoulders to dig in painfully. He couldn't open that ward, not when they were so unprepared, and drastically out numbered. Harry had to assure himself that this was the right thing as he, their leader, stood amongst the rubble of the worst attack to date. Angelina, was a dear friend of his but he could not and would not open that ward. Harry ran his hands over his tired upset eyes. All he could do was hope that she was okay and if she was on death's doorstep he hoped she died before the Death Eaters tortured her.

Angelina laid there with her face in the ground. She was in so much pain that she could barley breathe. All she could do was muster the power to lay there listening to the sounds of the Death Eaters. They weren't a long ways off from where she laid the pain that crippled her body getting worst as she took strained were pocking about the area of the ward for some time Angelina noticed as her hearing started to wend in and out. She couldn't help but hope that she died before they turned to her fallen body but as it was this night she had no such was on the verge of blacking out when she felt the pressure of a foot on her head.

"Damn" the man cursed, "shall we finish this one off," He asked the others she assumed.

"Maybe, if it's a bloke finish him off but if it's a girl let's have a bit of fun first. You know those Order girls are all virgins no use in dyeing that way," came a deep voice.

Then there was a high pitch laugh accompanied by a, "Oh I love this part."

The weight of the foot and words caused her strained breathing to become even more strained. She saw spots dancing before her eyes they were every color of the rainbow. Her heart was pumping horribly hard as though it would explode. She thought she might get her wish of death before they could touch her.

Then an annoyed older voice said, "I don't want any part of this. If it is a girl she's been hit with two jigsaw curses and a rapture curse. That corpse" he said, kicking her in the side, "Is not worth touching, there will be too much blood once you turn 'em over."

The death eaters couldn't tell if she was a boy or girl, because of the dark blue Order robe she wore. The hood of the robe was pulled up over her head and for once in her life she was glad that earlier on in the attack Oliver had pulled it up.

The person with the high pitch voice stated, "I don't care either way; dead, living, a little warm. I'd take her bloody."

The person with his foot on her head took it off with disgust commented, "Gross mate, you're a sick one aren't you?"

The high pitched voice one laughed, " I don't think so, a woman is a woman."

The voice of the person whom had kicked her said, "You're despicable."

Then she heard a fourth voice say, "It's not his fault none of the whores in the court will touch him."

Then the person whom put his foot onto her head, sighed saying, "Right lets move on shall we, before it dies."

Through out their conversation Angelina was biting her lip hard to keep from yelling out in pain. Not only was her heart painfully throbbing something in her stomach area was painfully pulsating as well. She was sure something was going to explode and killer her.

"You all hold it down." A male voice said she could barley hear him, because her ears were pounding louder than before. Blood began to pour from her nose as she laid there in the grass. It was so much blood that if they hadn't turned her over she would have drowned in the puddle.

When she was turned over onto her back the agonizing pain got worst. As Angelina laid there dealing with her pain the henchmen held her down as one of them tore at her robe. She could feel the change in temperature on her legs. The Order robes were heated with a spell to keep an individual warm. It felt as though the cold was immediately upon her. Angelina couldn't feel her legs or her arms that were being held down. If she wasn't on the verge of death she would have kicked their arses.

The one whom was ripping her robe was surprised to find that their hostage was indeed a female. Satisfied with that piece of information he moved closer to get a better look at her face.

"Is it a girl," the high pitched male asked getting excited.

"Ya, let's see her face," the one whom was ripping her robe said, taking out his wand but before he could hold it up to Angelina's face a flash of purple hit the man in the chest and he fell over. Angelina thought she was just seeing things, but she immediately felt the pressure on her arms vanished as she just laid there looking up at the sky.

She was willing herself to die before they raped her. However as she looked up a Death Eater was standing over her. She didn't know what was going on, as she felt a warm tingling sensation on her abdomen. She knew the sensation very well, whomever this death eater was it was healing her. As the spell invaded her body trying to stop her insides from bursting, and fixing the damage the pain Angelina was in escalated. It became so unbearable that she hadn't the mental capacity to keep her wales of agony in. As if sensing her actions to yell out a gloved hand came over her mouth before casting a silencing charm.

The person sighed as he healed the Order victim on the forest floor looking around occasionally to make sure the coast was clear. Once he had healed her enough to move her he turned to the death eaters he had knocked out. What to do with them, he mused rubbing his chin as an idea coming into his mind. Once he had contained the situation he moved onto ripping the remaining Order robe off the unconscious Order member. He then rolled up his sleeve and rubbed the exposed skin against her skin causing the Order marking to fade away untraceable.

It was a mess with people, sleeping bags and blankets littering every square inch of the living and dinning room. It was seven o'clock in the morning and he was on Angelina watch. Harry knew it was no use; she would not be coming back any time soon. He needed to call an immediate Order meeting with the higher up members, and reassign the people that were sleeping on his floor. Things were going to be messy and hard especially given the number of injured. Harry sighed covering his face with his hands.

He didn't expect this, especially since him, Ron, and Hermione were off searching for horucs. Keeping the muggle and wizard population safe, and doing what Dumbledore asked of him was not an easy task. Hermione walked towards the chair Harry was seated in. It looked pretty amazing seeing Harry seated in an armchair amongst a sea of Order followers like he was some sort of god Hermione thought as she stepped over people. Finally making it to where Harry was perched Hermione handed him a cup of coffee, "We've mapped out the new assignments ."

Harry took the cup of coffee drinking it with a sigh, "Good, And the meeting that I wanted to have?"

Hermione frowning slightly informed him "We haven't been able to make contact with Snape. We'll try again later on."

Harry chewed the inside of his check a little irritated but answered, "very well then we'll wait."

Hermione nodded her head observing her old friend. This eyebrows creased his lips set in a fine line. She knew he was beating himself up about Angelina. Hermione knowing that it was a hard choice to make told him as she placed her hand on her friend's shoulder "You did the right thing."

Harry mulling over things in his head replied, "I know, however I can't fight the despair that surfaces after such a heartless action. We're supposed to be the protectors, the providers of light. It doesn't feel that way. Especially when I have abandon one of my own."

Hermione told him biting her lip, "I know, but we had no other options Harry. You mustn't beat your self up about this. Angelina's a tough fighter, she'll be okay."

Harry closing his eyes with a look of discontent on his face said, "I hope so because if not Fred will never forgive me."

Hermione looked sadly at him "He understands Harry, it's a war out there. I've never seen it this bad before. Some of the curses used were beyond gruesome. I thought Lee was going to die."

Harry looking at her tear filled eyes placed his hand over hers that rested on his shoulder, "I know, trust me when I say that hasn't been running through my mind as well. We have to hurry up and end this before the casualties become to big, and we lose everyone we're trying to save."

Hermione nodded then looked about the room asking, "Do you want me to wake them, and get them moving to their new posts?"

Harry took another sip of coffee and looked down at his watch. People had been sleeping only for about an hour, hour and half.

"Give them another thirty minuets they at least deserve that," Harry said his eyes turning back to their unfocused state of green.

Hermione nodded and took her coffee to the other room, where other members were congregated.

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