Disclaimer: I use the song Haunted by Evanescence but I do change it a bit to fit better with this story.

Chapter 2

TJ looked up into Hermione's eyes. Not sure where to start. Sighing he felt a hand run down his shoulder to grasp his own shaking hand. This hand was soft and warm. He looked over at Ginny. Yep, he was in major trouble.

"Elina was convicted of murder. She killed a Deatheater in, what I believe self defense," he said softly looking up to see the recognition cross Blaise's face. "Though, our father would not listen and sentenced her to life in our family dungeon." He let out a sob, unable to keep it all in. "She's only thirteen. Though he never saw us as children, but that's not the point. It took me a month to get her out. By the gods I fear I took too long."

Hermione and Ginny both hugged him, whispering soothing words to help him at least calm down for a few minutes. Hopefully over time he would come to forgive himself. They watched as Draco paced the room till finally coming to the wall and punching a nice hole in it. Cursing loudly he turned his cold silver eyes to TJ.

"The bastard didn't have enough nerve to tell me. Just kept going on and on about how fun his new prisoner was. The sick son-of-a-bitch knew, he bloody fucking knew, of our contract…my ties to her." Draco fell to his knees letting his guard down.

For the first time in her life Hermione saw just how human Draco Malfoy really was. Maybe his life wasn't all sunshine and money like he made it seem. She could induce that the bastard he was talking about was either Voldemort or his father. Getting up off the ground she started walking toward him. She needed to do something for him. Her heart was reaching out to him on its own violation. A hand shot out halting her movements. Soft brown eyes followed the arm attached to the hand up to a very distressed looking Blaise Zabini to watch him shake his head 'no' silently telling her that Malfoy would not appreciate her act of kindness. Stepping back she held her head down in defeat. Turning she left the room going into the closest room not sure where it would lead.

Ginny followed her friend into the other room not sure of what to do. They found themselves in the dining room, or at least that's what it should have been but all they found were books, scrolls and notes. Hermione had found a kindred spirit. The witch was impressed at how neat the girl's work was. Ginny, on the other hand, was fuming silently pretending to read over some of the scrolls, but failed to notice that they were in another language for she was in such deep thought about the oldest boy in the other room.

"These are fascinating Gin. I've never seen anything like this," Hermione said, looking over the scrolls only knowing some of the words that were written on the parchment.

"Hmm…" was the only noise that Ginny made for she was lost in her own little world.

"Earth to Ginny…"

"We just sat in a room with the two only relatives to Voldemort and we did nothing. Nothing! Not to mention the two other people also sharing the room that we are sworn enemies. What's worse is that I am completely attracted to him. Oh, what am I going to do?" Ginny said as she started to cry slightly remembering that her sort of boyfriend was now with Harry and Ron trying to fight off the evil of this world. And that evil's spawn was sitting in the next room.

"You're upset because you like a guy?" Hermione asked amused putting the scroll down.

"Don't make fun of me Hermione!" Ginny huffed crossing her arms. "I can't like him. I don't like him. I don't even know why we're having this conversation."

"What conversation?" Hermione said sweetly moving her attention back to the ancient scrolls. Looking over them she said, "I think we should probably head to bed, I have a weird feeling that we'll be waking up early every day that we're here."

The boys moved to another room for more privacy and now stood around a potion's cauldron watching it bubble up and sizzle, turning into a dark green. Blaise looked at TJ then Draco but his two friends were in their own little world deep inside their mind. Blaise wasn't much for words; he was much better at calculating what people were thinking and feeling before they themselves knew what was going on. But, as he watched his long time friends the only thing he read was worry. The question was, were they worried about Elina, TJ's little sister and Draco's fiancé? Or were they worried about what was going to take place working with the three girls.

Draco was in fact thinking about Elina but for some reason he couldn't get Hermione out of his mind. Her face kept popping up whether he liked it or not. He couldn't figure out why the girls were here. Then the news that Elina was his father's little prisoner. By Gods his father was the one that created the damn contract. It was signed in blood and was only breakable if a person was released. He would have been bound to a corpse for all eternity had E not escaped.

All these thoughts flew out the window as Blaise opened the door quickly moving down the hall in a flash. He didn't know how he knew, or what he was feeling but he had to get to Elina. The other boys saw the worried look on his face and started running after him. That's when they heard a horrifying scream come from none other then Elina. Blaise broke open the door when he realized it was locked forgetting about using his wand.

The girls were close behind at hearing the shrill scream. They found her on the bed fighting an invisible attacker. They all moved to her; wanting to comfort the little girl when a bright red light shot out from her body throwing them into the surrounding walls. They all slowly got back up stretching their sore bodies and looking around the room to make sure everyone was alright. TJ looked to the girls first, asking them if they were fine before moving back to Elina. Almost a foot from the bed now; reaching out to touch her arm Blaise stopped him.

"She's having a nightmare. I don't think you'll be able to touch her without being thrown into the wall again."

Long lost words whisper slowly to me

Still can't find what keeps me here

When all this time I've been so hollow inside

Elina blinked in the darkness hoping her eyes would adjust as she tried to make it to the kitchen for a glass of water. She cursed herself for not just calling a house elf to get it for her but she was restless again and needed to do something so she could finally get some rest. Glaring at the stair rail she cursed herself mentally for she forgot her wand again. Sure, she knew she didn't need it but the light wouldn't have hurt.

I know you're still there

Walking down the stairs she could feel someone behind her. Not even trying to look for someone she just kept walking straining her ears for any sound that she might be being followed. She was just about to the kitchen when a hand shot out of no where and pulled her hard slamming her against the wall.

Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Fearing you

I won't let you pull me down

"Good evening Miss Elina," the man whispered harshly into her ear. "Scream and I'll kill you."

Elina didn't scream but she struggled and when he went to unbutton her nightgown she kneed him in the place where it really counts. But it wasn't hard enough and didn't seem to really faze him; for he pulled his right hand away and backhanded her hard. With so much force she was thrown across the room crashing into a bookcase. As it fell to the floor and no sound was made she realized that he silenced the room. Even if she did scream no one would hear her.

The man picked her up by her clothes, hitting her again across the face watching as Elina's face bruised a fowl color. Throwing her tiny body onto the floor he tilted his head to the side amused that she tried to scoot away. He could smell the fear radiating from her little body. Kicking her in the side, once, twice but stopped hearing a bone break.

Elina's mind was blank from the pain and she reached up scratching his face. The blood trickled down his face, then his neck before he whipped it away. "Little bitch wants to play rough, huh? Well, I'll just have to fix that."

Pulling out his wand the man quickly cast a powerful binding charm. As the word left his lips Elina's hands moved above her head as well as her legs opening to stay put as if invisible rope held her in place. She was helpless, unable to move or scream she lay on the cold floor crying. The man crawled on top of her ripping open her gown, exposing her body to the cold air. Her attacker leaned down and bit her ear hard making it bleed. Then he said, "You're my little bitch. I'm going to take away the one thing that you'll never be able to give away ever again."

Hunting you I can smell you alive

Your heart pounding in my head

Watching me, wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Saving me, raping me

Watching me

She cried silently feeling the rage build up inside her. Her body felt like it was being pulled; then it snapped. As her eyes flew open glowing red, her world went black.

I won't let you pull me down

Blaise was the only one able to get close to her while she thrashed about on the bed. He smoothed down her hair and leaned forward whispering, "Everything is alright."

But all she did was thrash around again. Placing his hand over hers; he squeezed tight which helped stop her harsh movements. "It's alright. You're safe Elina; no one here is going to hurt you. It's just a dream." She started to calm down and her eyes flew open just like in her dream.

Looking around the room she saw five people who appeared very distressed and in some amount of pain. She quickly got up, crying as the memories washed over her. Clinging to the closest person, Blaise, she wept into this shoulder mumbling something over and over that no one could hear. TJ scrambled over the bed taking her in his arms and they could all finally hear her.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I'm so sorry. I can't control it." She said between sobs looking up at TJ. "I remember everything that happened that night."

The rest of the group slowly filed out of the room deciding they needed privacy and that it was getting rather late. TJ glanced at the clock noticing it was 12 am. Sighing he squeezed her tight for a second then let go. "You better get some sleep E. We'll talk about what happened another time." TJ said softly as he rubbed her back.

"I," Elina yawned and sniffed as the tears stopped flowing, "I killed the man that was trying to rape me. I – I killed Mr. Zabini."

"You never told anyone he was trying to rape you," TJ said with a new found rage filling his entire body. If only his horrible father had listened to her. But all Voldemort could see was this little girl killed his follower. The truth was Voldemort had never seen them as children. They were just young Death Eaters that would one day take his place if he didn't find immortality.

"I couldn't remember anything and now I'm wishing that I didn't. Mr. Zabini would have finished the job had my subconscious not taken over." Elina shivered as she spoke wanting nothing more then for it to all go away.

TJ just looked down at her, softly rocking her in his arms as he contemplated what this new information meant. Though the man did try to rape her (and if he were still alive he would be dead within the hour) she had taken his life. No child should have to go through this, any of it. And to top it all off the man just happened to be Blaise's father. The boy should have heard something about it and about Elina killing him though he's mentioned nothing of it. What if Blaise is doing this to get revenge on Elina?

"Do not think badly of Blaise dear brother. His father was no more a father then our own or Draco's for that matter." Elina whispered softly seeming to be somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

TJ chuckled at his little sister, always amazed at what she can perceive from people. Tucking her into bed, turning off the lights, he was about to shut the door when he heard her mumble, "I wonder what it's like to be a teenage girl."