"You look absolutely dashing, Love." Said Lucien. "Take a seat. Both of you."

With a smirk Lucien watched two of them walk to the edge of the bad. Hermione's face showed no fear at all, yet Draco's spoke the different story. He remembered what Aya have said to him earlier. Lucien giggled when he saw their fingers intertwined.

"What do you want?" Hermione hissed.

"Careful. We don't want everyone hearing everything." He raised his eyebrow. "I'm here to escort you to our dear, lovely Tristan. He is waiting for you."

"And I have to sit for that?" she said.

"Well I thought after fainting a few times, you would need a little bit of rest." He smiled.

"How do you know about that?" Draco spoke for the first time.

"Because nothing escapes my eye." He sassed. "And just look at her. She looks like she was dragged through the streets by her limbs." He rolled his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, you are really pretty, it's just captivity gets out the worst of you. But I heard Tristan has the pleasure of making you look ladylike once again." He smirked and got up offering his hand to her. "Shall we?"

Hermione tightened the grip on Draco's hand before letting her palm slowly slip from his. He got up before she did, helping her get up. She felt dizzy again, but was able to stand firmly. It was harder then she thought to leave him here now. With everything they knew she still had this awful feeling all over herself. It made her shiver, but she didn't say anything. Draco kissed her cheek, snapping her out of her thoughts. She smiled weakly, making both of them even more nervous than they were before.

"Tik-tok." Lucien said from behind Hermione.

"Fine." She spat and walked pass his waiting hand and to the door.

"Well that was rude." He said to Draco referring to Hermione's act. "Well bye then." He said and opened the door for Hermione and two of them left. The whole time Hermione would stumble to the sides, but still refused to let Lucien help her get to the dining room. He failed in every attempt of making conversation to her. It was irritating but he got over it. When they appeared in front of the door, two men with a deatheater masks opened it for them. Shivers covered her skin as she watched these people, but even bigger blow for her when she realized that they weren't dining where she thought where they would. Her knees felt weak when she tried to step inside. It was then she grabbed Lucien's hand so she wouldn't lose her balance. Lucien carefully took her by the waist and held her on her feet. She kept gazing through the well-known room. She felt her legs slipping away once again, but Lucien held her.

"Are you feeling ill, darling?" Tristan got up from his seat. He walked through by the long table where Aurora sat with a wide grin. Short strawberry pink dress matched perfectly with her red hair. Dark walls in the room were lightened only with candles that stood on the table. Hermione got a good look on Tristan after her eyesight got back to normal. He looked as gallant as always, in a bright gray suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. Looking at his dashing appearance made her sick to her stomach.

"No." with all the strength left in her she straightened up and politely answered. She could feel Lucien's eyes on her, yet she ignored it and easily left him standing as she took Tristan's offered hand. Aurora took distracted Lucien by the hand and playfully pulled him towards the table. When they were all at the table, Tristan waved his hand and music started playing. Hermione couldn't remember when the last time she ate properly was, but still everything made her feel sick. Most of the time she would just trace the fork over the edge of the plate. The only thing that could be heard through the quiet room was Aurora's occasional chuckle.

As soon as they left, Draco started pacing around the room. The nervousness was kicking in. Something was wrong he could feel it. Or maybe it was the house. Being stuck here again. He hoped to find anything just to get his mind of the fact that he is here again. Alone. Just like before. He felt suffocated in this room, and actually felt relieved when the door opened. But the sight wasn't that nice. Bellatrix Lestrange grinned his way. His eyes swiped wide open as she took a step back. Before he even knew what happened he found himself in excruciating pain. Being torn apart would feel better than this, he thought.

"Hello dear nephew." She hissed. "It's been a while."

"It was quite a beautiful 'while'." Draco spat before she fired another unforgivable curse at him.

"That's not a way to talk to me boy." She grinned. "When I get my hands on your traitor mother, I'll be the only living relative you'll have."

He wanted to speak. He wanted to say so much, but he could barely lift a finger. The pain got even worse even though he thought it was impossible. "Maybe mommy left you forever. She wasn't even there when I went to get her." Bella taunted. "You know" she lowered her wand releasing him from the curse. "I never understood how she could love your pathetic father." She gazed into the wall with her eyes wide open while she spoke. "He was an ungrateful idiot."

Draco just laid on the floor when she hit him with yet another curse. Each stronger then the last. Her words played through his ears, sending tears to his eyes. Of course he wouldn't let them fall. She grinned over his struggle and decided to add more pain to him.

"The ones I used on the mudblood were even stronger than this." She whispered. "I honestly thought she wouldn't get through them. I was hoping she wouldn't. But she had her knight come and save her."

"Are you feeling any better, love?" Tristan stood behind Hermione's chair moving her hair to the side. His every touch made her feel filthy. She tried to keep herself as calm as possible. "After we are done with this, I have a gift for you." He said and planted a kiss to her cheek. She shuddered. Tristan took a knife from the table and cut into his palm. He filled the glass before her with his blood and offered it to her. For a long moment she just stared at it.

"I wouldn't like to have to force it down your throat." Tristan said gripping her shoulders. She took a small sip. Her whole body felt different. She felt the pain go away, she watched marks, bruises and cuts disappear, leaving nothing but the 'mudblood' scar. "All of it." Tristan ordered. As she drank the last drop from the glass he smiled widely and offered his hand for her to get up. It was time for his surprise. She was terrified. He took her by her small hand and walked her to the middle of the room, where the great chandelier hanged. She couldn't help but look up. It wasn't like she remembered much, but somehow, as she looked at the ceiling she remembered Draco. His face that night. She knew he didn't want any of that to happen. It lightened her mood for a second to think of him. There was nothing in this world she would want more then to be in his arms right now. Away from all the monsters and nightmares.

The sound of the door opening snapped her from her thoughts. Even though she was fully healed she almost fainted when she saw her 'gift'. One of Tristan's vampires dragged in Draco. He looked way worse than when she left him. She could see exactly what happened. He was distant and didn't seem to realize where he was. But she was sure at one thing. He saw her.

It was Aurora who came up to him lifting him to his feet. She smiled at him. Though he couldn't see her quite well he did recognize the sinister grin. While she held him by the neck, Alecto Carrow walked into the room. With a single stroke of her free hand she ripped of his shirt reveling his torso and arms.

Without any control, tears started dripping down Hermione's cheeks as she saw the scars over his chest. Right there where she thought she saw them that time his ribs were broken. To her Draco didn't seem to realize what was going on. But, he felt everything. He was too weak to react, but he felt every single thing.

As Aurora stared at his scared and bruised body, Hermione's cries became louder and turned into anger. She stepped right in front of Tristan and slapped him as hard as she could. Even though he didn't feel anything, he got offended by her act.

"You promised me!" She yelled in his face, tears running like a wild river.

He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her closer. Then he turned her around so she could face Draco. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her even closer.

"I promised to heal him. I said nothing about not getting him in the same shape as soon as possible." He hissed through his teeth into her ear. She closed her eyes so she couldn't see. But it didn't help the same picture was right in front of her.

Lucien found his way back to the table ignoring everything that was happening. Aurora on the other hand couldn't wait to play her part in their little show.

"I heard you had some sort of special treatment in this room." Tristan whispered into her ear. "And he, who you so desperately are trying to protect, stood aside and watched. You see Bellatrix informed of this scar on his hand. She has the identical one, and so does Alecto. I can't really see them well though…" Hermione's eyes went wide open when she figured what he was going to do.

"Morsmorde." Chanted Alecto and Hermione watched the pink scar on Draco's hand turn completely black. You could see every detail on it. Draco's tired eyes dropped to his hand and the found Hermione who was in tears. A tear finally slipped his eye. Singlehandedly he was reminded of all the parts of himself he loathed. That she loathed.

Hermione's legs started to give out. She couldn't stand to look when Aurora took one of Bella's daggers and sliced Draco's cheeks from ear to ear giving him a poetic smile he wore before. At that point Hermione lost it all. Her screams and cries for him to hear her muted when his unconscious body hardly reached the ground. She stood loosely in Tristan's hands as he smiled at Aurora.

"He should have thought before trying to steal something that belongs to me." He said before kissing her cheek. "No one gets to look at you like that."

"Take him away." With a pirouette Aurora licked the blood of the dagger and seductively smiled towards Lucien who had a sneer on his lips. She strode to him and he got up to meet her half way. He gave her a passionate kiss on the lips and moved pass her.

"I'll escort the girl back." He said when he came to Hermione and Tristan. Tristan slowly moved his arm away from her. She stood like she was buried in one spot and stared at the place where Draco lied until they took him away. Lucien placed his on her middle back and walked her out.

They walked in silence and her eyes were deadly focused on just one spot. He got her inside the room, but even in there she wouldn't act on her own. Lucien gently lifted her and placed her on the bed. He covered her body with a sheet and left the room. Hermione took a hard grip on a pillow before her, and the tears started coming up again. She buried her face in the pillow that smelled like him and cried her soul out.

When Kai came to his consciousness, again, it took him a while to adjust. It became harder and harder to regain his senses since they got here. He had no idea it was possible for a body to hold so much toxin in. He hadn't felt headache in a long time, and this one was skull-cracking. There wasn't much to see when the black spots left his sight. Theo was chained to the wall and the stench of the wolf's bane filled Kai's nostrils. Next to him lay Stiles. His heartbeat was barely hearable and there was some blood under his ear. It seemed to be drained.

Time was pretty much frozen down here, especially to Kai. He had no idea if they were here for a week or has it been months. Nothing was the same. His old self would take any chance he could to escape this place, but now, everything is on the stake. Bonnie is on the stake. He could still hear her, through the stone walls. Whipping, sobbing, screaming. Everything took its term and all he could think about was a slow and painful death of Alecto Carrow. He settled back against the wall and closed his eyes, planning every single part of his free time with a redhead witch.

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Freya Mikaelson strode down the long corridor carrying the big book in her hands. Sun shined over her purple medallion sending silhouettes over the wall. She gripped the pendant and placed it behind the cloth of her blouse. She stepped in the completely filled Great Hall. She walked right up to Nik and stopped by his side. The place was filled mostly with Marcel's army of vampires. Closer into the room, closer to Klaus sat the few known members of the 'perfect army' that was there to defend the world.

There was a lot of debating lately of why they were even gathered in this place. Yet no one gave the answer to it. It was more than irrelevant now. They had a war to win, and a depth to pay. When everyone gave their attention to the two standing before them the meeting started.

"Aya confirmed her position." Freya said directly to her brother.

"Rebekah and Elijah?" Klaus asked, focusing on the stone floor.

"Elijah is running the city and Rebekah is as far away as possible."

"Good." He said.

"We should have called Kingsley." Ron stated snapping Klaus away from his thoughts.

"We are not sending more people to Tristan and Aurora. Vampires have far better chance of surviving." Freya said seeing as Nik didn't answer.

"That hardly sounds fair. Everyone should fight." Harry held the side of his best friend.

"No it doesn't. This is our war. No need for innocent people to meddle in." Freya stated firmly.

It looked like Harry and Ron would continue with this disagreement, but the entrance of Narcissa and Andromeda stopped them. Both women walked straight up to Klaus and Freya offering their condolences for their fallen brother. Andromeda looked slightly better than her sister. Narcissa was just as polished as ever, yet her eyes had dark circles around them, she gotten even paler and thinner then she was before. She kept rolling the ring around her finger, nervously waiting.

"Can I have your attention?" Klaus spoke quietly. The mass silenced turning to the mighty hybrid. "It won't be long until blood is spilled all over again. But yours." He smirked devilishly. "After that is over, you will all come back here. So that we can break down this place before we leave it forever." He glanced over the room. "Guess what? The world doesn't need saving. Every war you will ever fight is your own. And if you don't beat your opponent to the dirt he crawled up from, he will send you there. Replace you. Break you. Today, we aren't fighting for the world. We fight for us."

The time had come. The final battle. First or last. And Klaus believed in people before him. No plan. No ideas. Pure, unadulterated fight, face to face, with past present and future. Klaus walked down the few stairs and went towards the door, followed by everyone else. Freya was on his right. On his left walked Narcissa Malfoy with Andromeda by her side. Harry and Ron were just behind with Ginny and Davina following in their steps. Blaise and Luna went hand in hand, holding onto one another as tightly as possible. Away from them, Lydia stepped fiercely with Marcel walking by her. Her steps were confident, hiding her enormous fear and expressing just the same amount of anger. On the other side her face stayed motionless. The army of Marcel's vampires marched behind them.

"Time to get their heads." Klaus whispered under his breath before walking out the main exit with Papa Tunde's blade in his hand.