I am not JK Rowling, and quite tragically must admit that I do not own harry potter.

Minerva Mcgongall sat rather stiffly at her desk. She sifted through a long essay that Filch had written in barely legible handwriting. In short it asked for the zillionth time that the punishment laws be changed, more specifically that a cane be used upon students. She shuddered at his misspelling of the word "suferr."

"Some ones here to see you." Said a voice from behind her. She turned to face the portrait that hung crookedly on the wall.

"Who Albus?"

"One Scorpius Malfoy." She pursed her lips.

"Send him up."

The boy entered seconds later. His cheeks were flushed, and he was panting heavily. "Rose." He practically croaked, "They took her."

At least four days had passed. Four days since I'd been driven into the centaur's camp. They were well hidden, miles and miles away from Hogwarts castle. Well guarded behind an almost impenetrable wall of trees, and briars. Briar Rose, a name from an old Muggle story that mum used to read to me about a princess. So where was my prince?

There were more centaurs in the camp then I would have guessed. They seemed to infest the place, hundreds and hundreds of armed bodies swimming aggressively past each other in crowds. It was a large clearing, really, with high-strung tents. There were dirt pits where fights were held, and I could constantly hear the sound of metal weapons being sharpened. Tension was smoldering the air.

And I? I was chained down in the middle of it all. Chained to the metal edge of a large fire pit at the center of the camp. The heat prickled my skin when I got to close, but at least I didn't freeze. They sneered at me as they passed. Never the less I was given some meat and water every day, which I picked at, suddenly sympathizing with that trapped and killed animal. They were waiting for someone to come for me; they could see I was waiting to.

But as time passed I grew desperate. Were they looking for me? Al, Acacia, Erin and Priya. Scorpius? He had to be. He owed that much to me.

I over heard pieces of their conversation as they met, talked and passed. They were plotting war that was evident. They were going to take over the forest I realized a day later. I heard them laughing about Hagrid.

"Idiot giant." I heard one sneer.

"Who does he think he is anyway?" Said the other, "Snitching on us. Wizards have no matter in our affairs. Heavens forbid a few ponies get slaughtered."

At that, one glanced at me and fell silent. They walked right past me, stepping on the chains connecting me to the fire.

If only I had my wand. Why on earth hadn't I thought to bring me wand? Really. I tortured myself about it. What if.

Centaurs had always struck me as peaceful creatures. Now they were going to ride the other colonies out of forest, Giants, Thestrals, Unicorns, Acromantula. I even heard mention of vampires. I caught sight of a map one day. A depiction of the forbidden forest, with labels, landlines, and red x's scribbled everywhere.

Hogwarts must have found out their plan, I thought. They must be trying to stop them. That's why they need a prisoner. Their freedom is the ransom. And that's when I realized, maybe they weren't going to save me.

The centaurs were growing impatient. It was obvious they were going to start soon, commence their elaborately crafted plan. I heard one mention they complete it before the end of the lunar cycle. I was scared. They all seemed so blood thirsty. They were mostly male, and some spoke in different languages. Other wore strange clothes. It was a gathering.

Then one night a small dark female centaur unchained me. I was sitting by the fire, looking up at the trees. The branches were trimmed so that there was a perfect circle of sky.

"Come." She said in rough voice. I followed hesitantly; I knew there was no chance of escaping.

She brought me to a small one room hut at the edge of the camp, drew a hot bath, and locked me there. I felt trapped in the room, but nevertheless sat in the burning water until it was almost cold. I stepped out and dressed in a white dress that had been left on the single cot. It was pretty, although I held myself above marveling at pretty things. I slipped it over my head smoothly. It was a long white gown, with a corset like top. I fumbled clumsily with a row of small silver latches on the side of it that ran all the way down to my waist. After several minutes I was harnessed into the dress. It fit me immaculately, A white corset like top, with a white, gray and gold braid of fabric that was stitched across the top of the dress. The delicate braid- like straps fell over my shoulder.

There was one cot, small and threadbare, and a lot of floor. There were no windows, which gave me the sensation of being trapped. It had to be ending. They wouldn't have me clean and pressed for nothing, nothing but my death. Young girl in white gown, how tragic, they were going to negotiate me for the forest. This could be a while. But Hogwarts had magic! If I had my wand I'd be out of here by now. The centaurs have magic too, that know it all voice in my head mused. It's not the same, i thought immediately, to be so domineered by wizard power. I sympathized with them for a second before spitting on the floor. They were holding me hostage!

I heard a revving outside. A revving? I stood up almost immediately. A chorus of yells had roared up outside. I glued my ear to the door to listen better. I heard a rough yell, the sounds seemed to stretch on into an eternity. Finally the door was opened, and my stomach was flipped inside out with fear. Were they coming to take me? What had happened? Two figures were shoved roughly in a rush of black robes, before the door was slammed and bolted shut. Al and Scorpius. They scrambled roughly to there feet. Blood was dripping down the side of Al's feet, and Scorpius' cheek was purple, never the less they were smiling.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, rushing to hug them. They sat down on the small cot; I flocked down on my knees facing them. "Are you guys alright? What are you doing here?"

"We came," Al began in shaky breaths, "To rescue you."

"Well now you've gotten the three of us trapped!"

"No we haven't," Scorpius said rather triumphantly, "We've got this." He took a wand out from his robes, and held it out to be. Why the bloody hell were they handing it to me?

Please review? Or i might just kill Scorpius in a rage...

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I'll try to put up the next chapter sooner, this ones kinda short...