So it's been awhile since the last update, but to make it up to you I'm hoping to get the next chapter out tomorrow. =) Thanks to my reviewers, 1poisonivy, sweet-tang-honney, flowersNfreaks, Vaneesa85 & Mondo89. Here's hoping you enjoy this chapter!

The Escape

Phoebe sat in the corner of her room thinking her plan over. She was going to get her hands on that potion and get herself out of there. Dead or alive. All she needed now was for Perry to come back in. He would, no doubt, be gloating about how the whole school was looking for her after those photos has been shown to a few select members of the student body.

Phoebe shuddered at the thought of the entire student body seeing her bound to a table naked. Would they've believed the photo? Would they've thought nothing of it? Or would they've thought it was typical for someone of her lineage? And did her brother care?

Did her twin brother even care that she was gone? Did he even notice? Was he furious that someone could've abused his sister in the way she had been abused; or was he still angry at her for walking in on him try to 'get some'? Phoebe shook her head. Of course he was going to be concerned about her, right?

"Thinking about me again?" Perry asked swooping into the room. Phoebe rolled her eyes and bit back a reply. For her plan to work she needed to get close to him.

"Of course I was. Who else would I be thinking about?" Phoebe purred crawling over to him. She batted her eyes at him and knelt before him. She placed her hand at the top of his pants and trailed it own slowly over his crotch. Perry closed her eyes ever so slightly before brushing her hand away.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled gripping her arm and pulling her to her feet only to knock her down again. Phoebe landed on the ground with a thump; she lifted her eyes to meet his. What the hell was his deal? "Did you think I would let you get so close, without questioning your intention?"

"I want you" Phoebe said casting her eyes toward the floor. "I see now that what you're planning is for the better of the wizarding world. I want to help you." The words came to her so easily that she almost convinced herself of it, and Phoebe could see that it had affected Perry as well.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Perry asked extending a hand to her. Phoebe except his hand and pulled herself up, and answered his question with a full kiss on the mouth. Internally shuddering she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled away from him.

"Have I convinced you?" she asked, biting her bottom lip gently. Perry let out a groan and captured her lips with his. Mentally convincing herself that this would get her out of here, Phoebe opened her mouth and unlaced her hands from behind his neck, now running them up and down the length of his body. Her hand clinked with an object in his pocket and she smirked. He kept the potion on him.

She hand travelled inside his robes and toward the pocket where the potion was kept. Slowly she inched her hand into his pocket, while he continued to ravage her mouth with his own. Her small hand clasped around the vial and she tore her hand from his pocket and pushed away from him.

Quickly she uncorked the vial and held it up to her mouth, "Let me go or I down this" Phoebe yelled. Perry raised his hands and walked toward Phoebe, his brow furrowed.

"Give me the potion" he said calmly, reaching out to her trying to take it from her. Phoebe darted away and put the vial to her lips and tipped her head back slightly. "NO!"

"Then open the door and let me out" Phoebe snapped. Professor Perry hung his head and flicked his wand toward the door, dropping the wards. Phoebe stared at the door and without a second thought through the vial to the ground.

The liquid bubbled on the ground letting off a black smoke before turning to a white sludge. Phoebe gave one last glance toward Professor Perry; he was gaping at the potion that was strewn over the floor in globs of sludge. Letting out a shaky breath Phoebe left the dank room behind her, and headed out of the dungeons.

Hermione found herself gaping at the Headmaster. She and Harry were sitting in the headmaster's office taking in the news. There were rumors of the Dark Lord attacking the school soon, and they devising the best possible option for the school. Of course the teachers had already been informed; all that remained was the course of action for both the school and Harry.

Dumbledore had already said he wanted all of the younger years to leave the school, but the sixth and seventh years who wished to stay and fight or come back to fight were welcome to do so. The Order had been called and were undertaking safety measures around the school and opening up the floo network for a brief period of time to remove the students who had stayed for Christmas break.

"I can't leave, can I Professor?" Harry asked his eyes threatening to shed tears. Harry had always known that this day would come; he never expected it to come this soon though. Hermione flung her arms around Harry, her own frustration taking her to the breaking point.

"I'm afraid not Harry. He will stop at nothing to settle the score between you." Dumbledore said the twinkle gone from his eye as he watched two of the most promising Hogwarts students break down in each other's arms.

"What about Fred's funeral?" Hermione asked looking directly at her Headmaster tears of guilt and regret forcing their way to the surface. She had made peace with the fact that there were other forces behind why Fred had raped her, and was now wallowing in the guilt that she felt for believing he had done it himself.

"Unfortunately, this event will not be accessible to anyone except Molly and Arthur, as it is not safe for anyone." Dumbledore explained calmly, picking around in his lolly bowl for a lemon drop.

"But, I-I was hi-his wi-ife" Hermione stammered pushing her breaking point even further. Dumbledore nodded at Hermione understandingly. She knew that it would be dangerous at this time to hold a funeral, with Voldemort planning an attack on the castle, but she wanted to say a proper goodbye to Fred.

"Mione, Professor Dumbledore, I need some time to think about this." Hermione jumped as Harry spoke, she had completely forgotten that he was the reason they were gathered in the Headmasters office. Hermione watched as Harry got out of his chair and headed toward the large oak doors.

"Don't take too long deciding Harry, we don't know when the attack will be" Dumbledore reminded softly. Harry nodded his head in understanding and left the office. "And will you be going now too Miss Granger?"

"I think so Professor" Hermione choked out, willing herself not to cry until she was safely in the confines of her bedroom. The Headmaster nodded and gestured for her to head toward the door. Hermione gave him a meek smile and went toward the door, tears threatening to break the hold.

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