DISCLAIMER: all characters belong to J.K. Rowling besides for Izzy.

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THE BEGINING OF DARK TIMES


Izzy woke up to a searing pain in the back of the head. She could dimly see a light from the hallway. She was once again feeling sick but she ignored it. Right now she need to stop her head from bleeding. She was covered in blood. She couldn't do anything her hands were tied. She wanted to cry. She almost did but she held back the tears because she didn't want them to get the idea that she was weak. Someone walked in the doorway she could only see the outline but her look large. He walked closer so she could she his face.

Hello Isabel

She gasped. Ne- ne.... she lost her words. He came after her.

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Harry was soon near the warehouse where he knew Izzy was. But first he landed in a town over. He needed a phone. He soon was once again connected with Dumbledore. (a/n- once again... don't ask how)

Professor- I have to tell you something. Voldemort kidnapped Izzy and. He went on with the story all since Izzy was kidnapped. Oh also I must tell you this I was talking to Izzy the night before she was kidnapped. She said the Ginny had found- he was cut off.

Yes I already know. Hermione confessed last week.

So did you ever find out who was doing that?

Yes we did. Let me ask you something. Do you remember that first quidditch game of the season?

Ya, what about it?

Well you must remember that you were the star of the show. Everybody wants to be you and-

No, I will personally beat anyone who even thinks about wanting to be me.

Harry I understand but listen. To them you had the perfect life, a beautiful girlfriend, and you were famous. But back to the game part. You remember that everybody was there.



Except one person who had a cold. Do you remember?

Uhh no, I'm sorry, I don't

Neville Longbottom.



I know you won't believe this but he was so obsessed with you that he wanted to kill you. He hated how you were such a celebrity and he was a nobody. You must also remember during that game when you broom went crazy. That was because of him. Apparently when he should have been doing schoolwork he was getting voodoo tips from random people. You were his target. You and Izzy.

I bet he was the one who was doing all of Voldemort dirty work. I can't believe this he was my friend.

Yes I was completely overtaken also.

There was a moment of silence. Ok Professor I'm going after Izzy, lets just hope everything goes all right.

Yes Harry I wish there was something I could say to help you but I believe that your love will be the only thing to get you through this.

Love. Thank you, Professor. And he hung up.

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He was at the warehouse. Izzy! he thought spoke. It didn't work. Luckily he brought his invisibility cloak. He slipped in without anyone noticing. Now he just had to find out where Izzy was. He knew that he had more powerful connection with Izzy like Dumbledore said, they had love. It was his love for Izzy that lead him to her. He found the room and looked through the tiny window. He saw Neville the chunky boy he thought was his friend kicking and spitting on Izzy. Her clothes we in tatters, exposing most of her body. Harry wanted to scream but he would instantly be caught by the guards only around the corner. He had his wand and he knew that was his only way of survival. He would have waited for Neville to leave but he wasn't going to let Neville beat on Izzy. He was so furious he didn't need to use his wand to open the door. It burst open by just thinking. Neville obviously wasn't expecting Harry at that moment so he was caught off guard.

Harry did a quick stunning spell. Neville just stood there smiling.

It won't work, Harry. Everyone says the Dark Lord is bad but how can he be bad if he can show you how to do this? He twitched his fingers and Harry flew backwards into the wall.



It's called power Harry. You must know what I'm talking about. Everyone says you have it all. They say you have enough to take on Voldemort. How are you going to do that if you can't get passed me?

Neville! I thought we were friends. said Harry sitting still up against the wall.

No Harry your wrong! You thought everyone was your friend but you never expected poor little Neville to not want to be a follower of the Great Harry Potter. NO! I would rather be a follower of The Great Lord Voldemort!

I'm sorry you think that way. Neville had a confused look on his face as Harry's feet rose and hit Neville hard in the stomach. He was caught off guard and fell backwards right towards Izzy who was lying on her back behind him. As he fall back Izzy snapped her tied up legs into his back and they heard a sickening crack as he crumpled to the ground landing across Izzy's body.

He put his finger to his mouth telling her to be silent. She nodded.

Wait til we're out of here. he whispered. She nodded again.

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They expect to have been heard when leaving since Izzy was shaking and was so bruised that she could hardly walk. Harry was so mad that he couldn't even remember what he did but they either collapsed or froze where they were. He got Izzy out of the warehouse and onto his broom. Where should we go? he asked her. When he didn't get an answer he looked down to find her sleeping.

He decided to get a hotel room. He would hide Izzy's beaten form under the cloak and take her in.

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He found a Hotel nearby and laid Izzy in a bed and laid down next to her. He let out a sigh. He was so happy that he had her back. He would talk to her when she woke up. He didn't know how long he sat just staring at her bruised face but soon he drifted off to sleep also.

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Izzy woke up the next morning not knowing where she was. She jerked he head up and gasped. She didn't think she could move. She was bleeding from many places and had giant bruises all over her. For a moment she didn't know why she felt like this but then she remembered last night. She didn't know how she wasn't going to tell Harry everything that went on. she said groggily, finally sitting up.

I'll be right out Izzy. From the noise of the water running she was guessing he was either in the bathroom or the shower. He walked out. I was filling a bath for you. You were talking in you sleep about how much you wanted a bath.

Was that all I said? she asked. He looked at her and nodded.

C'mon lets get you all clean. He picked her up and brought her to the bath. There was hardly any space on her body that wasn't covered with bruises or cuts.

Izzy knew she couldn't tell him now. Not with so much on her mind. How was she going to tell him? How was she going to say that she was supposedly pregnant? Or how would she tell him that Neville had raped her? Her aunt was dead. She had no more family that would speak to her. And she didn't know about anything that might have happened in the past three days. She had held most of her tears in but she couldn't hold it any more. She laid her head down own Harry's shoulder and cry.

It's ok... We're going to be ok.

A/N- this is a sad chapter :( but don't worry.. it should get happier... maybe... I'm running out of ideas but someday it will all come back like poof! but anyway R/R!!!