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(Saturday)

It was 10:30 and the Quidditch game started at noon. That meant that Aubrielle had 30 minutes before leading Harry to the locker rooms. Thirty minutes until their plan would commence. Thirty minutes until she had her sister back.

The witch was sitting across from Harry at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Aubrielle had on her team sweater and Harry was dressed in a flannel. It was just the two of them sitting at the table; everyone else was in the dorms, mentally preparing for today's match. Aubrielle could feel Draco staring at her from across the room even though she had her back turned to him. Gods she hated him.

The duo was eating lunch and quietly talking about the plan. Harry could tell that the witch was uncomfortable, though, so he decided to change the topic. He wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about his next choice either, but he didn't care.

"So…Aubrielle…you and Neville?"

She practically spit out the pumpkin juice that she was sipping on when she heard his question. Or was it an accusation? She swallowed hard and looked back into the wizard's eyes. He was smirking at her, knowing he had hit the nail on the head.

"Uhm, what about it?"

"Alright Aubrielle, you two may be able to fool everyone else, but not me. I see the way you guys cling to each other. Admit it; you like Neville Longbottom."

Harry leaned back a little, a huge smile occupying his face. He was having way too much fun with this. Aubrielle folded her arms on the table and put her face in them. She said something but Harry couldn't hear through her sweater.

"FineIlikehimokay?"

"What did you say?"

"Ilikehimokay?"

"Aubrielle, I can't hear you."

Suddenly the witch shot her head up and Harry got the response that he was looking for. She practically screamed it at him actually.

"I LIKE HIM, OKAY?"

"I knew it!"

"Shut up Harry!"

Again the witch put her head into her arms as the Gryffindor started laughing. It was cute how embarrassed she was getting about it. He could see the red creeping into her cheeks and ears. He leaned forward and put a gentle hand on her back.

"Hey, hey Aubrielle, it's okay that you like him! I think you guys are cute."

The Ravenclaw lifted her head up cautiously, "You do?"

"Yes. You guys bring out the best qualities in each other. He makes you open up and makes you more caring and passionate. You make him more loving and happy."

"I-I never looked at it like that."

"Aubrielle you need to trust yourself more. You need to trust that you have an impact on people. Listen, I don't know exactly where you and Neville are but-"

"We kissed yesterday."

Now it was Harry's turn to be taken aback. The wizard's mouth fell open as looked at the blushing witch. He tried to speak but he couldn't seem to form actual words.

"Wh-en-huh?"

Aubrielle kept her eyes on her plate of food as she talked, "Yesterday morning. After he chased after me when I stormed out. I kind of jumped him actually. What Ginny was yelling at you, about her not knowing if you would be okay the next day, it made sense to me. I don't know if he'll be okay after our mission."

Harry was silent for a while. Aubrielle forked some food into her mouth, trying to fill in the void that she had caused. It didn't work. Harry looked back at her, opened his mouth to talk, but then closed it again. Finally, he spit out what he trying to say.

"You want to know something?"

"What?"

"Yesterday was the first time Ginny said she loved me. And it was when she was mad at me. Do you know how much that worries me? That she can only bring it up when we're fighting?"

"Harry, she loves you. She loves you so much. It might not have been the way you wanted her to say it but-"

"And I didn't say it back. Why didn't I say it back?"

"You were heated, in the moment."

Another awkward silence emerged as Harry put his head in his hands. He was obviously upset with himself and the witch didn't know how to console him. She was saved when the clock rang out, signifying the top of a new hour. She looked over at Harry, whose face grew serious. He stood up and looked down at her, all previous thoughts leaving his mind.

"It's time."

At his words, Aubrielle started to lightly shake. She was about to do a hostage negotiation to get her sister back from a deatheater. What had her life become?

o.O.o

As Aubrielle walked towards the locker rooms, pretending to have a casual conversation with Harry, she couldn't help but notice her heart pounding in her chest. It was so loud that she could have sworn he could hear it. She was carrying her broom in one hand and Harry had his as well. They slowed a little when they reached the door. The Gryffindor looked over at the witch and gave her a small smile. She returned the gesture but both students knew that it wasn't genuine. She was scared shitless.

They entered the room and kept their conversation going. Harry walked over to his locker, set down his broom, and took out his flying cape. He slipped it on and tied it while Aubrielle put on her gloves.

"So what exactly do you want to learn, Aubrielle?"

"Ummm, well I was thinking that you could show me how to do a backflip on my broom to change directions. If that's okay with you, I mean."

Aubrielle let a little laugh release inside her head. She knew perfectly well how to execute that move. She had done it the year before and it actually helped her defeat Harry and the Gryffindor team for first place in the tournament. Harry remembered that game perfectly well and he cringed a little at her comment.

"Sure. Sounds great."

After both players had all their gear on and were headed towards the pitch, Aubrielle felt someone grab her shoulder. She was abruptly pulled back and a wand was soon at her throat. She looked down at the hand that was restraining her and panicked. It wasn't Malfoy's like she expected. Instead, she saw the tan hand of Blaise Zabini. Her eyes widened with horror as she realized what was happening; Malfoy had brought his pose with him.

She looked up to see that Crabbe had a tight hold of Harry, whose wand was lying at his feet. Draco coolly stepped out from the bathroom, dragging Nielah behind him. Her face was pale as death and her eyes had large, dark bags under them. At the sight of her obviously malnourished sister, Aubrielle kicked and wrestled against Blaise. The wizard was stronger than her, though, and he tightened her grip on her, making her wince in pain. Malfoy sneered at the two students.

"Thought I wouldn't bring help, did you? Your mistake."

"GIVE ME NIELAH!"

Draco walked over to her, standing dangerously close. She could smell him and feel his breath on her face as he spoke to her.

"Did you actually think I would stay to my word, you filthy half blood? I'm a bloody deatheater."

He walked away from her and Aubrielle could see that Pansy was now the one restraining her little sister. She could feel her blood boiling as Draco continued to smirk at them. She hated him! Harry fought against Crabbe for his wand but it was no use. They were outnumbered and out muscled. Suddenly something clicked in Harry's mind and he remembered that his friends were standing outside of the tent, waiting for his cue. Sucking in his breath and getting in as much air as he could, the wizard let out a single, deafening scream.

"NOW!"

To Aubrielle's relief, Neville, Ron, Dean, and Seamus came running into the locker room, their wands drawn. They circled around the Slytherins, prepared to fight. Neville's heart leapt as he saw Aubrielle struggling against Blaise. He wanted to run over and punch the Italian bastard but he knew he had to stick to the plan. Dean took a step closer to Draco with pure hate in his eyes.

"Let them go Malfoy. You are outnumbered. There is no point in fighting. Besides, you don't want the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams to get involved in this, do you?"

"Oh really? You think I didn't know of your little plan? Well, you've underestimated me. I already threatened Madame Pooch to cancel the game or else her job would be at stake. No one is coming and no one is going to hear you."

As soon as the junior deatheater spoke his last word, a get of blue light whizzed from across the room and hit Dean in the chest, sending him backwards into the wall. The wizard was knocked unconscious and everyone turned to look at who had cast the spell. Little Astoria Greengrass stepped out from behind a locker with a satisfied smirk on her face. Draco smiled at the Slytherin, "Nicely done Astoria."

The witch smiled at the boy and soon a battle ensued. Pansy let go of Nielah to duel with Seamus and the young Ravenclaw barely had the energy to stand. Lost in a moment of shock, Blaise loosed his grip on Aubrielle and she was able to wiggle free. She sprinted to her sister and knelt down beside her. Cradling her in her arms, Aubrielle started crying at the thought of what Nielah most likely went through. She looked up when someone screamed her name and saw that a streak of white light was crashing towards her. She pushed both her and her sister to the side and missed the curse by centimeters. She saw Theo Nott emerging from a dark corner. She helped her sister stand and started heading towards the exit to where Luna and Cho would be waiting for her. As planned, the two witches were there, but Aubrielle was stopped short when Theo grabbed her long hair and pulled her back into the tent. Aubrielle pushed her sister forward towards the two Ravenclaw girls.

"Run Nielah! Go with Luna and Cho! GO!"

Her sister did as she was told and soon the three girls were heading back into the castle. For a moment, Aubrielle was relieved. Her sister was safe now. She was immediately snapped back to reality, however, when she felt a surge of pain rush through her body. Theo had forcefully yanked her hair and she could have sworn that her head was bleeding. She got a quick glimpse of everyone as he let go of her. Everyone had his or her own duel going on and Aubrielle felt so helpless. Theo let out a chuckle before pointing his wand at her.

"Crucio!"

Aubrielle hit the floor, causing her head to spin. She could feel the curse starting to take over her body, but she fought against it and tried to fight her opponent.

"Expelliarmus!"

Her enchantment just barely missed Theo's hand and the wizard laughed at her pity spell.

"Is that the best you can do? I thought you were a Ravenclaw."

He twisted his wand in his hand, causing Aubrielle's spin to morph into a terribly painful position. She screamed out as the pain became overwhelming. She opened her eyes and tried to see through her thick tears. There was so much fighting going on that she felt sick. Harry was dueling Draco intensely while Ron and Seamus were trying to make work on Crabbe and Goyle. They looked like they were doing well because soon the two Slytherin's were backed up into a corner. Hermione and Ginny had come to help as well and were up against Pansy and Astoria and Aubrielle felt a twitch of pride when Hermione effectively sent Pansy crashing to the floor, knocking her unconscious. She was surprised, however, to see that Astoria was holding off the two Gryffindors with little effort. When the Hell did she become such a powerful witch?

Another shock of agony hit the witch's body as Theo chuckled at her weakness. He leaned in closely to her and whispered in her, making her shiver in fear.

"You messed with the wrong people beautiful. You're going to beg for death when I'm done with you."

He leaned even closer and gave a little kiss on her ear, causing her to fill with anger and hatred. She lifted her wand towards her attacker but he soccer kicked her hand. She heard the bones crush as he made contact with her and her wand went flying across the room. She yelled out as she cradled her now broken hand in her chest. Theo simply snickered at her and sent another wave of the spell through her struggling body. She was fighting to stay conscious as he tortured her. While she was on the floor, a million thoughts were flying through her mind. She was wondering if she was going to live after this or if Nielah was going to become an only child. Was Nielah even okay? She felt like crying out for help but everyone else had their own problems to worry about. She rocked back and fourth, trying to endure the pain and trying to keep hope alive.

The hurting suddenly ebbed and the witch looked up at the bastard. Neville was standing in between her and Theo, daring the wizard to cast another spell.

"Ha! You think you're going to stop my Longbottom? I'll make sure you end up just like her!"

"I stopped Blaise, you git, and I can stop you too!"

Theo suddenly looked around and saw that his friend was lying face down on a bench. He could see that he was breathing, that and Longbottom didn't have the guts to kill, but he still wanted revenge for his friend.

"I'll show you, you filthy Gryffindor!"

But before Theo could cast the Unforgivable Curse at Neville, the opposing wizard let the spell escape his mouth quickly.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The Slytherin froze up and hit the floor with a hard thud at the same time Aubrielle's body shut down and blacked out.

o.O.o

Neville looked over in time to see Aubrielle's eyes roll back into her head and her neck flop the side. He rushed over to her, immediately overcome with panic. He put his fingers to her throat, praying that she still had a pulse. He felt a faint beat but if he didn't do something soon she was going to die. He hoisted the witch into his arms and starting sprinting towards the castle, not even thinking about the battle that he was running away from. He had faith in his friends and their abilities. She was heavy in his arms from being dead weight and Neville picked up the pace. He considered taking her to the Hospital Wing but that would mean climbing up multiple flights of stairs and he didn't have enough strength left in his body to do that. Thinking of the only other option he had, the wizard bee lined it towards the potions classroom.

The wizard kicked the door open and gingerly set Aubrielle's limp body down on a desk at the front of the classroom. He looked back at her, tears swelling up in his eyes. She was contorted very badly and even though she was seconds away from death, her face still had a pained expression on it. Neville quickly whipped away his tear and walked over the cabinet to get the ingredients he needed.

"Think Longbottom! A potion to bring someone back. A potion to heal. A potion…DOUA SANSA!"

The wizard remembered the potion that Aubrielle had helped him learn about those weeks ago in the library. If only Snape could see him now.

He quickly filed through the cabinet and hastily found the tiny vile full of a crimson liquid.

"Dragon blood."

He then reached to the very back of the shelf and found a glass jar with a thick, honey colored goop in it.

"Moondew."

The wizard started opening and closing drawers as he searched for his last three ingredients. He quickly looked back at Aubrielle and alarm rushed through his body when he didn't see her chest rise. He swiftly turned back to the cabinet, a fire now under his ass. He found a small cardboard box with a big 'D' on it and was relieved to see that it contained dittany. He picked it up and set it down by the other ingredients.

"Okay, two more."

Neville was then able to locate the small leather pouch with the dry, grass like material in it.

"Fluxweed. Now where are you phoenix feather… AH HA!"

His eyes lit up as he opened the next drawer and saw the long red and orange feathers. He snatched one out of the bag and put the ingredients on the table next to Aubrielle. He reached over and grabbed a large wooden bowl. He then slammed all the ingredients into it at once and took a stone grinder and started smashing up the dittany, phoenix feather, and fluxweed. Once all the ingredients were mixed and were at about the same consistency, Neville took the ladle he had found and scooped up the potion. He gently swung it towards the dying witch and forced her mouth open with his free hand. He smoothly lifted the ladle, not wanting to spill any, and poured the liquid into her mouth. Once all of it was gone, he threw the ladle to the side and shut her mouth close. Now sobbing, the wizard hovered over the witch. She meant so much to him and now that she was in his life, he would damn well do anything to keep her there. He didn't even bother removing the tears from his cheeks as he watch the still witch.

"C'mon Aubrielle breathe! Please breathe! DAMNIT BREATHE!"

I got chills writing that chapter. Hope you like it! REVIEW PLEASE!