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"She's in the Hospital Wing," Emilie says, but before she can say anymore Amos takes off running towards the Hospital Wing to find his sister.

Emilie begins to follow him, with Michael behind her.

"Is she okay?" Michael turns to ask Emilie, when he finally caught up with her. His voice is filled with concern as he looks over at his younger sister, fear etched on her pale face.

"She passed out earlier; I'm pretty sure it is from lack of eating," she states, as they finally make it to the Hospital Wing, to find nine people crowded around Christine's bed and a very annoyed Madame Pomfrey.

Hey guys here is Chapter Eight of Trapped! Finally! I had actually written this chapter a few days ago, but accidently deleted it.. boo! so i had to rewrite it all over again and so it has changed slightly, but I think I like this version of the chapter better anyways. I hope you like the story so far and I would really appreciate it if you could leave me a small little review to tell me what you think of the story so far.

By the way, the only things I own are the plot and any characters that you do not recognize from J.K. Rowling's fantastic series.

In addtion, this chapter is getting a little darker and the coming chapters might be as well, so be warned.

T R A P P E D

C H A P T E R E I G H T : P L E A S E

Emilie Thomas found herself in the Hospital Wing, her older brother, Michael, right at her heels as she walks over to her sleeping friend's bed. Christine Diggory looks so peaceful with her dirty blonde curls sprawled out against the pure white of the hospital bed's pillow. Her head is turned to the slide with her mouth ever so slightly open. Her normal sparkling blue eyes are closed as she rests, unaware of the crowd that is surrounding her bed.

Her brother sits in the chair beside her bed, his rough, large hand holding loosly on to Christine's tiny, soft, pale fingers as he watches her sleep. His face looks tired as it is clearly covered with worry and confusion, wondering why his sister could not possibly trust him enough to tell him what she is so afraid of. His breathing is heavy, evidently proving that he had just sprinted to arrive only moments before. Amos sits so very still has his own sparkling brown eyes observe Christine's still, angelic form.

Beside him, Lily stands with a hand resting on Amos' black hospital chair. Her flaming red hair is pulled out of her face and is flowing gracefully down her back. Her emerald green eyes watch her friend for any movement, signaling that she has awoken; but there is none, for the girl remains lost in her horrfying nightmares. She looks up for a moment as Emilie moves closer to the bed, but she quickly shifts her gaze back to Christine again, hoping that her friend is alright and begging that Christine would tell her her problems, so that Lily could some how try and help her.

Alice stands on the other side of Lily, with Frank behind her, holding her and offering her the comfort she so desperately needs. He has his arms tightly and protectively around her slim waist, as his fingertips lightly stroke against her hips in comfort. Her hands move from across her chest to overtop his hands as the two of them look down with sad faces at Christine. Alice's blonde hair is pulled to the side as Frank rests his chin on top of Alice's head.

On the other side of the bed stands the Marauders, each of them staring down at Christine. Sirius stands slightly ahead of the rest with his hands stuffed inside his black robe's pocket. He pulls his right hand out for a moment to scratch the back of his neck before roughly shuffing it back inside of his pocket. James stands beside him, every few moments ruffling his hair causing it to be even messier than normal. He uses his left hand to push his glasses farther up his nose as he briefly looks over at Sirius and then back at the sleeping girl, as if trying to figure out their connection and why on earth his group of friends are here watching this girl they barely know, even despite the fact they are in the same house. He looks over to Lily and is alarmed by the sadness that consumes her own delicate face.

Remus looks down at the girl with concern. He did not know her very well, but on the occasion that had stuided together and he knew she was a very sweet girl, who spoke when she had something of value to say. He was not entirely sure why he and his friends were there in the Hospital Wing with her, but he did not let that confusion show on his worn, rugged face. Peter on the other hand, let it show. The blonde, chubby boy who clearly seemed to be a misfit in his group of friends could not for the life of himself figure out why they were they in the Hospital Wing watching this young woman. His face easily revealed the boredom he felt as he looked around the room, absentmindedly, searching for something of amusement.

At the foot of the bed stood Emilie's brother, Charlie, who she is utterly surprised to find there at all. A seventh year Gryffindor, on the quidditch team, Charlie is an attractive, muscular boy with the traditional Thomas family brown hair. He has his hands in his pockets, eyes cast downward at Christine's limp form, but quickly goes over to greets his sister and younger brother upon their arrival in the Hospital Wing. He puts his arms around Emilie and pulls her into a comforting hug, whispering, "she's going to be okay," in her ear, before placing a brotherly kiss on the top of her head, offering her comfort that she so desperately needs at the moment.

She nods her head, her face still tucked into his broad chest, before she pulls away, looking at him in the eye and then shifting her gaze over to her friend. She is not surprised of course to see Amos, Frank, Lily, and Alice there, but Emilie is deeply confused on why James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black are standing by Christine's bed.

Madame Pomfrey looks utterly appalled at the fact that there was so many people surrounding the resting girl's hospital bed and wastes no more time before shuffling people out of the room. "I really must insist that some of you leave," she states, before continuing in her normal, authoritative voice, "it would be too overwelming for so many people to be here when the poor girl wakes up."

Without shifting his gaze away from his baby sister, Amos pleads with her, "please Madame Pomfrey, I really wish to be here for my sister when she does wake up." His voice is soft and barely audible, but Madame Pomfrey has heard it perfectly and she nods her head in understanding.

"Yes, you may stay Mr. Diggory." she replies, fully understanding his feelings and postion on the matter. "I am going into my office to fill out some forms. If enough of you have not left by the time I return, I am going to kick everyone out, with the exception of Mr. Diggory." Without waiting for a reply, the elderly woman turns on her heel and walks away from the group of teenagers and enters her office, before gently closing the door behind her.

Charlie and Michael Thomas both swiftly gives their younger sister hugs and a kiss on the forehead, offering her comfort, before leaving the Hospital Wing and heading back to their respected common rooms. They both know that they could not be one of the ones to stay in the Hospital Wing with Christine and wanted to allow her closest friends to stay.

James, Remus, and Peter leave only seconds after Michael and Charlie, following Charlie back to the Gryffindor common room. They were surprised to find that Sirius is not following behind them and exchanged confused looks at their friends sudden instance to be around Christine Diggory.

Frank Longbottom pulls Alice Walker into a tight hug and kiss her gently on the check, whispering in her ear, "goodbye," before following after the other boys, leaving Emilie, Lily, Alice, Amos, and Sirius behind to stay with Christine.

Amos is still holding his sister's hand when she began to stir ever so slighly a minute later. Her head turns to the other side, her eyes flutter for a mere instant, a moan escapes her unusually extra pale lips, and her body twitches a small centimeter or so. Amos' hand tightens just a little on his sister's hand as she begins to open her eyes and take in her surroundings. She blinks a few times, before opening her eyes completely and looking around the room. She attempts a smile at her brother, Alice, Lily, and Emilie, but none of them return it, each of them only showing faces of concern. Christine seems surprised by her surroundings, but does not let it bother her in the least. She remains silent as the reasons why she is in the Hospital Wing flood through her brain.

Quickly, Madame Pomfrey exits her office, a potion in her hand, as she rushes over to Christine's bed. "Drink this up," she instructs as she thrusts the potion forwards, towards Christine. "It will help you gain some of your strength back," she explains as the dirty blonde gulps down the disguisting, foul smelling, mulky green potion. Her gag reflexes kicked in, but she quickly resists and swallows the nasty potion, her face twisting in disguist. Madame Pomfrey shakes her head slightly at the girls reaction, before returning back to her office.

"Are you okay, Teeny?" Amos asks his sister, his voice once again just above a whisper. His eyes stay on her as he waits patiently for her to answer, knowing she will not tell the truth and insist that she is 'perfectly okay' even though she clearly is not at all.

"I'm fine," she answers, just as he predicted. The other four all stand silent, watching carefully the sibling interaction that is taking place. Christine begins to sit up to emphasize her point that she truly is 'fine', but Amos stops her before she can sit up all of the way.

"No you are not," he speaks, his voice louder and with more force than before, yet still not much louder than a whisper, as he makes her lay down once again.

"Christine," Lily says softly, from beside Amos, "please," she begs.

Amos shakes his head slightly, his dark blonde hair falling down once again by his face as he stops. He turns towards Alice, Lily, and Emilie, "could I please talk to my sister alone?" he asks gently as he looks into their eyes for an instant, before once again looking back over at Christine.

He holds Emilie Thomas' gaze longer than the rest as they each nod their heads and make their way out of the Hosptial Wing. Sirius Black, who has yet to say anything, trailing behind them as they make their way back up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Please," Amos begs his sister as he stares into her deep blue eyes. He says nothing else and waits, hoping, begging that she will tell him who has been hurting her.

"Please what?" she asks, playing dumb, as she looks back into his own deep brown eyes. She reaches her hand up and gently rubs her eyes, before looking at him again.

"Please tell me," he tries again, once again hoping for some kind of response from her, other than a question, but he knows his hopes were only in vain. She will not give in so easily to him and she will once more refuse to tell him what has being going on.

"Tell you what?" She is acting like a child; a child who knows exactly what you want and yet plays dumb and refuses to give it to you, in hopes that they could avoid the confrontation as long as possible.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Please tell me why you are in the Hospital Wing; tell me why you haven't been eating properly; tell me what you are so afraid of; tell me who has been giving you those bruises; tell me why you won't tell me any of this; tell me why you will not trust me, when all I want to do is help you and protect you." His voice is stronger, louder, and yet full of pleading as he looks down at his little sister. "I want to help you Teeny; I want to help you so badly, but you won't let me. Just say a name; tell me the jerk's name and all of this will be over, I promise, he will never touch you ever again, I promise." He bents his head as he finishes, desperately wanting to cry in the pain his sister was causing him; but he doesn't cry, he has to be strong, his sister needs him to be strong when she is unable to be it herself.

She doesn't say anything, but instead just shakes her head, 'no.' Her voice fails her. She wants to tell him; she wants to tell him so badly, but she can't. She wants to believe him, to know that he will never allow Andrew to hurt her ever again, but she knows, she knows Andrew will find a way to hurt her again and then, then he will hurt her so much more than he was hurting her right now. She will never be able to escape him, for she will always be trapped. Amos, nor anyone else can help her now.

But Amos cannot understand. He can't understand why his little sister doesn't trust him. He doesn't understand why she won't just tell him who is hurting her so badly. Why can't she let Amos protect her, like he is suppose to do? Why can she not trust him and allow him to help her? It is killing him inside, to know that this girl, sitting in front of him, that he loves with all his heart cannot utter one simple name, so that he can make all of her pain and fear go away forever. What is he suppose to do now?

Slowly he gets up and quietly leaves the Hosptial Wing, unable to sit there and see his baby sister in the pain he knows she is currently going through. He can't simply sit there and watch her silent tears, knowing that he could do absolutely nothing about, because she is in too much fear to even utter a name.

"Are you awake?" a quiet voice asks her, later, as she rests again in her hospital bed. She turns towards the voice and is surprised to meet steel eyes and dark hair.

"Why are you here?" she asks the boy, confusion written all over her face and dripping off of each word she speaks to him.

Sirius takes a seat in the chair beside her bed, the one that Amos had previously sat at. "I just came to make sure you were okay," he states simply, his voice soft and kind.

That still didn't answer her question. She can't figure out why Sirius Black of all people is here and why he even cares. He has a whole fan club after him, filled with blonde bimbos; why is he not hanging out with them, snogging them and whatever the hell else that he does with them? She really did not feel the need for another person to be nagging her about the bruises that were covering her body and the fact that she had passed out only a few hours ago from lack of food and drink. Does she not have enough people doing that to her already, what with Amos, Emilie, Lily, and Alice and most likely Emilie's brothers as well? Why can't they just leave her alone and realize that no matter how much they want to help, they cannot help her from her entrapment?

"I'm fine," Christine answers him, the same way she had answered Amos only a mere three hours ago. She wonders where he is now, probably in another class or even getting ready for dinner. Dinner. The thought makes her stomach growl obnoxiously loud and she groans to herself at the thought.

She is hungry. There is no denying that, but she she doen't want to eat. She can't eat. The small thought of eating makes her feel sick, despite the hunger she is currently feeling. Perhaps she could just not eat at all, starve herself, and perhaps eventually die, but wouldn't death save her from Andrew and her feelings of being trapped? Would death not allow her to escape from the Hell she felt as though she is currently in? Perhaps that is her only option left.

"You're not fine," Sirius' voice brings her out of her thoughts, as she lightly shakes her head and forces herself to concentrate on the boy in front of her. There would be time for those kinds of thoughts later. And she knew, like the thoughts of Andrew hurting her, these thoughts of death will not simply just go away.

But before she can respond and further insist that she is indeed fine, the Hospital Wing door is loudly forced open and heavy footsteps make their way over to Christine's bed. Andrew looks back and forth between Christine and Sirius, confused of why he of all people is sitting in the chair beside his girlfriend's bed. He hides his anger with a well played look of concern for Christine as he makes his way over to her hospital bed.

"Are you okay, Chrissy?" his voice mirroring the concern of Sirius and Amos, previously. He doesn't wait for an answer, before turning to Sirius and kindly asking, "would you mind leaving, so that I may talk alone with my girlfriend?"

Sirius seems slightly startled by Andrew's question. He shoots Andrew and Christine and puzzling look before walking out of the Hospital Wing, leaving Christine alone with the one person she desperately does not wish to be with at the moment.

"Why was Black here?" he asks her, his voice full of acusation, as he looks down at his weak girlfriend. His voice is not overly loud and he seems to almost be playing with her, like a cat would play with his food, as he awaits her answer.

"I don't know," she answers truthfully, her voice still weak, as she fears what he might say and even more, what he might do. Would he really hurt her for having absolutely no control over who came to see her why she was in the Hospital Wing? Would he really yell at her for a boy she barely knew showing concern about her well-being? Of course, she already knew the answer to these questions. Of course he would hurt her over something she had no control over. Of course he would. Of course.

He grabs her wrist, but rather than create another bruise, he merely looks at the bruise that is already forming there and smirks slightly. "Well, see that he stays away from you, or, well you know," he instructs her, before leaning over, placing a rough kiss on her soft, delicate, rosy lips and leaving the lonely Hospital Wing, his girlfriend left behind, tears threatening to fall from her glazed blue eyes as she drifts off to sleep, thoughts of death going in and out of her haunting nightmares.

So not very much Sirius/Christine interaction in that chapter, but never fear, more is coming as the story progresses. There was some Andrew/Christine so I hoped you liked what little of that there was. I'm really glad that you guys have read this far into the story, I really appreciate it, but I would love it even more if you could leave me a small review, telling me anything you wanted about the story, whether you like it, or think it needs a lot of work. Any kind of feedback is wanted. So far I have been able to update the story pretty fast, but for the next three weeks or so, I will probably not be able to update that much, if at all. I'll see what I can do and try my best to write quickly, but we'll have to wait and see. I plan to have some more serious Sirius/Christine interaction in the next chapter. I can't wait!! Also, the story is getting dark, with her thoughts of death and suicide, and more direct abuse from her boyfriend, so be careful reading further into the story if you do not like that kind of thing. The rating is Maure, after all.

Thanks,

RAB