So here is another chapter. It's out a little later than what I would've liked, but I found it difficult to just sit down and write it. Hopefully now I have this bit out of the way, I can get some inspiration back! Thanks to my reviewers: Vaneesa85, flowersNfreaks and sakura piglet.

So enjoy =)

Screaming Lies

Casting a disillusionment charm over herself, Phoebe ran toward the nearest set of stairs and forced her way to the battlefield. From the discarded bodies of the Order laying over the grounds it was clear the Castle had no knowledge of the attack of the castle. Spotting Ginny, Phoebe ran over and sent a curse hurtling toward the Death Eater she was battling. "Gin, its Phoebe" she said, lifting the disillusionment charm.

"Where have you been?" Ginny near screams shooting a curse toward an advancing Death Eater, saving both our lives in the process.

"No time to explain, where are Draco and Hermione?" Phoebe asks, frantically looking around the battlefield.

"No clue!" Ginny replies. Phoebe nods her head in reply and bolts back inside the castle straight to Dumbledore's office; he should know what we need to do now!

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Hermione blurted the password to the gargoyle and ran up the stairs; there was no time to waste. Throwing open the oak doors Hermione stopped in her tracks. She was too late. A puff of black smoke resided in the corner of the room, before it laid Dumbledore's lifeless body. Managing to suppress a strangled sob, Hermione took a step toward his lifeless form.

"Miss Granger is it?" the smoke hissed from its place in the room. Hermione ignored it, and bent over to close Dumbledore's eyes. We weren't prepared enough for the battle, we can't win this.

"You should answer me when I speak to you, girl" Hermione looked up into the empty eyes of Voldemort, wand twirling between his long bony fingers. Hermione repressed a cringe and stared straight back at him. "You are bold" Voldemort hissed, floating over to her, "Not even my most trusted Death Eaters dare to stare at me"

Hermione didn't reply, and stood up, wand pointing directly at Voldemort. This was not her war; Harry was supposed to be here for this moment. But he ran, and now she was there to clean up the mess. "I seemed to have spoken to soon. You are a fool, just like the rest of Dumbledore's followers. Well look at your fearless leader now!" Voldemort snarled, throwing a curse at Hermione. Quickly gathering herself, Hermione dodged the curse and threw one back at Voldemort. The vase behind him burst into thousands of tiny grain as Voldemort disappeared into a puff of smoke again.

"You'll never win" his voice hissed throughout the entirety of the room. A bright jet of light flew toward Hermione, dodging it easily she readied herself to send one straight back at Voldemort, a second curse came hurtling through the air, disarming Hermione. Voldemort manifested to her side, and smiled. Hermione felt her back hit the wall and glanced up at the vile man before her, Voldemort lifted Hermione's own wand, curse hanging on his lips.

"Granger! Merlin you move fast!" Draco exclaimed, bursting through the giant doors of Dumbledore's office. Hermione saw the immediate shock cross his face and watched the mask build itself back up, as he dropped to one knee, "My Lord"

"Young Malfoy, I have a task for you" Voldemort said, floating around Hermione, inspecting her thoroughly.

"Anything my Lord" Draco responded quickly, head still bowed casting quick nervous glances at Hermione's crumpled form.

"Teach Miss Granger a lesson" Voldemort snarled, a curious smirk pulling his lips into an ugly smile.

"My Lord?" Draco questioned, readying his wand.

"The Cruciatus curse should suffice" Hermione saw Draco's eyes widen slightly, and then focus on her. Silently he sent her an apology, before the word slipped from his lips. The sounds of Hermione's screams could undoubtedly be heard from all over the castle. And Draco found himself wincing at the immense pain he was causing to his fiancé.

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The scream pierced Phoebe to her very core. There was obviously some sick Death Eater torturing a muggleborn somewhere within the castle. But as she near Dumbledore's office, the screaming only got louder and louder. Racing up the stairs Phoebe burst through the large doors, and immediately wished she hadn't. Her mother being tortured by her father, the scene was almost too much to bear.

"Who are you?" Phoebe heard the snake-like voice whisper, bony fingers curling themselves around her small wrist. Phoebe's head jerked toward her captor, and came face to face with the Lord of Snakes himself.

"Phoe-Phoebe Harris" Phoebe stuttered her gaze locked with Voldemort's. Voldemort's face twisted into a cruel smile and he let go of Phoebe's arm, and began to circle her like an animal.

"What is your blood status, Miss Harris?"

"Pureblood" Phoebe replied holding her head high, keeping her gaze fixated directly in front of herself, the screams of her mother still ricocheting of the ancient brick.

"Who are your parents Phoebe" Voldemort sneered, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder, wordlessly commanding him to stop cursing the witch at his feet.

"Alessandria and Morgan Harris" Phoebe effortlessly lied, making sure not to spare a glance toward her real parents, standing only a few feet away from her.

Voldemort shook his head, and spent a wordless curse at Phoebe. Instantaneously Phoebe dropped to the ground taking the very same position her mother had only moments before. "Your real parents Miss Harris, not the lies you and Dumbledore have been spreading" he spat at her, lifting the Cruciatus curse so she could speak.

"Hermione and Draco Malfoy" Phoebe replied. A choked gasp could be heard from the direction Hermione lay in, and Phoebe felt a tear of regret streak down her face. If only she hadn't come to the past. Nothing was supposed to change while she was here; observation was her purpose. Without another moment's hesitation Phoebe reached for her wand, "Tempus Sanare!" she yelled flicking her wrist precisely.

Then she felt the world around her go black.