Ok I'm getting to the part where I'm stuck. This is the last chapterI have completed, from here on out I'm writing and posting. Updates might not be consistent (they never really have been, anyways), but hang in there with me :)

anyway this is a pretty short chapter, I'm going to try to try and make them a little longer. Hope you enjoy it!

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and don't kill me for this cliffhanger. 3


Chapter 7

Donna quickly snapped her mobile shut and put it in her pocket as she heard the sound of keys rattling in the door. She backed up to the wall and wrapped her arms around her torso, shutting her eyes. She heard the door squeak open, a cold draft floated into the room as they began to speak to her.

"You will come with us now" the cold, eloquent voice whispered.

"W-what have you d-done with Rose? An-nd Her-Hermione?" Donna stuttered, trying to flatten herself against the wall.

"You will come with us now"

Donna started to cry softly, and sank down the wall to her feet. "What do you want with me?" She asked.

"You will come with us now" the voice replied.

All of Donnas fight was gone. All of her spark, and her wit. She seemed to be just a shell of her former self. She was truly scared. She had never felt this way before, almost like all the happiness she had ever had had been sucked out of her.

She could feel one of them floating towards her, and she squeezed her eyes closed as firmly as she could.

A skeletal hand grabbed her upper arm, and she cried out in pain and shock as it hoisted her onto her feet. Another grabbed her other arm, and they lifted her up. With Donna between the two life forms, they floated out of the room.

Donna was so afraid. She had never been this scared in her life. The first time she had set foot in the TARDIS couldn't even compare to this. Somewhere in the back of her mind, reason contradicted her. You have always been brave, a fighter it whispered to her. What is wrong with you? Fight back! Call them names! Threaten them! Come on, Donna! Fight!

Donna could barely hear it. That part of her was frozen. The fear was dominating her mind, pushing everything else out. She opened her eyes, and watched as the hallways rolled past her. She realized, as she was being carried past doors on each side of her, that her feet weren't touching the ground. She looked to her left and gasped. Carrying her was a tall, cloaked figure. She could not see its face, and she didn't know if she wanted to.

Suddenly, they stopped. One of the cloaked figures took out a set of keys and opened a door. The door opened with a loud creak. Donna was shoved into the room, and the door was slammed behind her.

As she lay face down on the ground, she realized she was not alone in the room.

"Who's there?" A voice came from the shadows. "Take us back to Hogsmeade!"

Donna lifted up her head. "Hermione?"

"Oh my God, Donna!" Donna heard the clatter of metal and suddenly Hermione was kneeling next to her. "Are you alright? Have they done anything to you?"

"No, I'm alright" Donna said, shakily, as Hermione helped her to sit up. "They didn't do anything to me physically, but I feel so drained."

"They're Dementors," Hermione explained to her. "I don't know where they came from. Ever since the Second Wizarding War, not many of them have been left. Most were killed in the war, and when we killed Voldemort the few remaining agreed to forever guard Azkaban. None have been seen away from the prison since."

Donna knew that Dementors made all the happiness leave your body, but she had felt something completely different. It was almost as her entire essence, her entire soul was frozen in ice when they were near her. Almost as if she was reading her mind, Hermione started talking again.

"That's the other reason why I'm not sure where they came from, because if they had simply left Azkaban, they wouldn't have this power over us. That, and never before have I ever heard a Dementor speak. I thought they couldn't. And that strange power over us, It made me feel like my soul was forced into a small corner of my body, and icy horror took its place. Did you feel that way?" she asked.

"Exactly like that" Donna stood. She noticed that Hermione was alone in the room. "Do you know where Rose is?" She questioned Hermione.

"No," she said "I haven't seen or heard her. Have you?" Hermione asked.

Donna looked at Hermione with sad eyes. "They tortured her, Hermione. It's what woke me up after the knocked me out. She was screaming and screaming. That's all I heard though. I have no idea why they were doing it, or what they were doing to her."

Hermione gasped in shock. "Well, maybe they'll bring her in here too. After all, you're here, so maybe they're going to bring us all togeth—" Hermione stopped as she heard keysrattling in the lock. Hermione grabbed Donna's hand

"If we go further back, their aura won't reach us" she whispered frantically to Donna. They both scurried to the back of the cell, Hermione scooping up the pole she had dropped earlier and wielding it in front of her in defense.

The door swung open, and along with a cold draft entering the room, Donna also saw a pink and yellow mass being thrown upon the ground. Rose! Donna thought. She tried to run to her, but Hermione grabbed her arm. Donna fought with her, until Hermione whispered "not now! Wait till they're gone!" knowing she was right; Donna stopped fighting Hermione.

"You will wait here until the Masters are ready"

"And who would these "masters" be?" Donna's spunk was back, now that the Dementors aura couldn't reach her.

"In due time, Human." it said to her. "The Masters are not yet ready for you."They closed the door.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" Donna screamed at the door. Not really expecting a reply, she turned to Hermione, realizing she wasn't there anymore. She looked ahead, and saw that Hermione had run to Rose's side.

"Rose? Rose?" Hermione called to her. Donna ran to Hermione, and saw that she was shaking Rose's shoulder, trying to rouse her. Donna sat down and pulled Rose into a seated position, leaning her back against her chest. Her hair was covering her face. Hermione fanned her face and started to talk to her.

"C'mon Rose, it's Hermione and Donna. We're all together now. No one's going to hurt you anymore, alright? We're here." She continued to fan her face as Donna pulled her hair away from her face. Hermione suddenly gasped.

"What?" Donna said in shock.

Hermione just covered her mouth and shook her head. Tears had sprung to her eyes. Donna could hear a muffled 'oh Merlin' from behind her hand. Donna laid down Rose in the little amount of light that there was and looked at Rose properly for the first time.

Her clothes were torn and singed. All of her exposed skin was covered in lacerations and bruises. Donna pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach, and saw telltale signs of broken ribs. There were circular burn marks up her torso, and Donna knew they were also down her back and up her arms. With a shaky breath, she pulled her shirt back down. She had a seriously deep cut down her cheek, and another above her left eyebrow. Her left leg was twisted around in a way that was not natural, and Donna gulped and tore her eyes away from the broken limb. Donna couldn't imagine what they were doing to her. Rose's coat and robe were gone. She had to have been freezing down here, left only in her long jumper and her torn up jeans. Donna peeled off her robe and draped it over Rose partially as a blanket, and partially because she couldn't stand seeing her injuries anymore.

Hermione was crying silently, holding Rose's hand that had fewer cuts and bruises on it. Donna swiped at her eyes, and tried to think. Why did they want them? Why did they torture Rose? Just then, Hermione spoke.

"Rose? Can you hear me?" Rose's eyes fluttered, and she looked up at Hermione. She smiled faintly when she saw her, and tried to lift her head. "Where's Donna?" she asked weakly, her voice nothing more than a slight croak.

"I'm right here, love" Donna swept at Rose's hair, pushing it out of her eyes. Rose set her head back down, wincing as it hit the cold floor.

"I hurt" she whimpered, and a single tear slipped down her cheek.

"Why did they hurt you, Rose?" Donna asked. "Did they say?"

Rose nodded. Another tear leaked from her eyes as she told Donna, "They said they wanted my baby."