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"I wanted to talk about what has been going on with you and me and you and Ron and you and Malfoy." "God! You too? I think I should just start posting the story of my love life on the internet since everyone seems to think they have a right to know," I didn't really want to be mean to him, but I was upset and I still had a very strong feeling of being watched. "Don't yell at me for being curious. I doubt you even know the latest development in the whole triangle, wait. 1,2,3,4, uh, 5,6! I guess it's a hexagon. Wow! I have never heard of a love hexagon before. I guess that's an American thing." "I didn't yell at you for being curious, I yelled at you for thinking that you can just walk over, ask me about my personal problems and expect an answer, just because you're Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Anyway, where did you get the hexagon thing?" "I counted people that are involved. There's you, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Malfoy, and me. That's six, a hexagon has six sides." "Where did you learn geometry? I thought that was a muggle thing." "You must have forgotten that I lived with the world's biggest muggles until I was 11. And you thought you knew everything about the boy who lived." "I never said that. Now, let's stop fighting and if you have anything important to say to me, something that is productive and that I will answer." "I guess if you won't answer my previous question, then no I don't have anything 'productive' to say." He sounded like he was mad and was trying to conceal the fact that he was hurt as well. I felt bad about that, but what was I going to do about that now? *~* Good, they're fighting. That will make it even easier to stun them and take them to master, but what shall I do about the Malfoy boy? I have heard master talk about his father as a stupid man, but devoted servant. I shouldn't kill him, but if he sees anything. Oh well, I will worry about it later; right now she is so beautiful. I just want to watch her for a moment; she is so wonderful when she is angry, filled with passion. She looks almost remorseful though, why should she feel sad about hurting that horrible boy. He has hurt many people in his life, he deserves to be hurt. Soon I will make my move, soon she will be mine. *~* I had just wanted to talk to Kerry. That was all. I didn't want to fight a fight. I didn't want to make her mad. Maybe I could have been a little nicer about it all, but I was agitated enough already. There had been no word on Voldemort's whereabouts and I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. "Harry, I have already answered that question to a lot of people, maybe it would have been easier if I had called everyone together and let them pick my brain, but I didn't and I am getting increasingly annoyed with that question." "It might have been easier, but, like you said, you didn't, so, now I'm asking again. I would appreciate an answer." "It's not just that I don't want to answer you, it's that every time I tell this story, it's that, oh I don't know." "What?" I was hoping that she was having the same strange feeling that I was.
"STUPEFY," I heard someone yell from behind, I looked towards Kerry, but she was lying on the ground unconscious. I flung myself on the ground, hoping to avoid the spell. Unfortunately, one hit me right before I lay down, just before I blacked out, I saw a boy, about my age walk towards us. I saw blonde hair and assumed it was Malfoy. 'That slimy git' I thought before everything went black.
*~* "I wonder where Harry went off too in such a hurry after we finished our game." "He probably went to go look for Kerry. You know that he's in love with her." "Ugh. Don't say that, Hermione. It doesn't make for a happy conversation." "What? I'm not allowed to be sarcastic, but Malfoy is? That doesn't seem fair. Just because he's a Slytherin, a pureblood, rich, and, according to L&P, incredibly handsome, he gets to make smart remarks and I don't?" "Oh shut your mouth! I think that time in Australia was bad for you. What happened to the know-it-all, quiet, Hermione Granger?" "She stayed in the outback, mate," she quipped in a very convincing Australian accent. She had changed a lot from her time down under. She was now tanned and had lost a great deal of weight. She was now, tan, thin, curvy, and with straight brown hair and straight teeth. Her eyes still sparkled with the same intelligence, but she didn't seem to show it off so obviously. Instead of going by the 'I'm so obviously smarter than you so you shouldn't bother me' approach, she had toned it down to a modest 'if you got it, flaunt it' stance. I had no idea what a difference that would make, but it did. It may seem like a very small change, but if you had known Hermione before, you would notice. Before, I don't think she even noticed how much she showed off. To her, it wasn't showing off, it was being herself. Now, though, she had mellowed out a bit. It was refreshing; it made her more approachable. I had been friends with Hermione ever since Harry and me had saved her from a mountain troll in our first year, yet I still found it hard to talk to her sometimes. I was afraid that I would say something grammatically incorrect and she would spend the 20 minutes I had to talk to her, lecturing me. "Are you there Ron? Can you hear me? Earth to Ron." "Oh, yeah, back to reality. Sorry, fell asleep for a minute." "What were you thinking about?" "Nothing." "Sure, whatever. I'm surprised that neither Harry or Kerry have run in here asking us to leave them alone." "Yeah, last I saw, Kerry was talking to Malfoy down by the lake. Maybe they went to the Astronomy Tower. I certainly hope they aren't in front of the portrait hole, waiting for someone to catch them." "I doubt they'll ever do that again. Harry probably went to go rescue Kerry from the big bad Malfoy monster. Now she's probably yelling at him. That would take a while, and it would probably have Harry running home with his tail between his legs, unless of course they made up by snogging each others faces off." "I thought I told you not to say things like that." "Well, I apologize, but they just keep popping out of my mouth. You will just have to find a way to make me shut up." This would be the perfect chance to kiss her. Wait. What are you thinking about? This is Hermione. Yes, but Hermione is beautiful, charming, your friend. Stop! You cannot do that; she's your best friend. You know that you want to. Shut up! That was an interesting trip into the mind of Ronald Weasely. Why would I say something like that? I am such an idiot. And, how can you tell your conscience to shut up? Oh well. I guess I have to make up my mind about Hermione, or I'll lose my chance. "I've got a good way to make you shut up. Would you like to see?" "I don't know, would I?" "I think you would, but I won't do it until you give me the okay." "Fine, let's see your perfect method to make me shut up." I lowered my lips to hers and paused. Did I really want to do this? Yes. I kissed her. It was strange at first, this was my best friend, but then she deepened the kiss and I sat down on the couch next to her. It seemed like that kiss lasted for a long time, and then she broke it off for lack of air. "That worked exceedingly well, Mr. Weasely." "Why thank you Miss Granger. What did you think, besides the fact that it left you speechless?" "I thought that it was wonderful and would like an encore. If the star of the show doesn't object." "Not at all," I said and kissed her again. This was working even better than I thought, not only did Hermione stop making cracks about Harry and Kerry, I got to show Hermione what I felt. *~* I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't remember what had happened for a moment until it all came back. I had been by the lake with Harry and then I had blacked out. From my surroundings, I guessed that I had been stunned. I could hear the sounds of someone else waking up next to me. I assumed it was Harry. I had no idea where we were, but I noticed it was cold. It was right before Christmas, but we were inside. Maybe we were in a basement or cellar. I looked, but couldn't see anything that wasn't right near me. I saw an outline of a person starting to sit up, must be Harry. "Hey, wake up sleepy." "What? I'm trying to get up without hitting you, it doesn't help that I can't see anything." "Well, aren't we crabby today." "Aren't we cheery this morning. You'd think that someone who had just been kidnapped would be a bit more serious." "I'm trying to make a good situation out of this, haven't you ever heard the expression 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'?" "No, but I have heard the expression 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and squirt it in the face of the person who gave you lemons until you get the oranges you originally asked for.'" "I can see that I shouldn't mess with you right now, I don't want to get lemonade in my hair." (A/N: Sorry, just had to use the Cassie Claire ref. I absolutely love her and that quote. I hope she doesn't mind, since this is a fic. So anyways, back to the story.) "Ah, shut up. You're probably the reason we're down here anyways, unless of course, Voldemort had something to do with it. In that case, I'm the reason we're here." "See. We are both responsible. I knew someone was watching us by the lake. I wonder where we are, can't see a damn thing." "It would be nice to not be thrown in a dark basement for once. I'm surprised they didn't tie us up. We're probably in Hogsmeade, in some death eater's house." "Yeah, maybe," I said, thinking about my ex-boyfriend, Jonathan, who had become a death eater. He was one of the first in America. Voldemort had just started to recruit followers there and it was believed that he was hiding somewhere on the West Coast. The English ministry had managed to hush that up pretty well in the U.K., but it was common knowledge in the states. I had broken up with Jonnie when I found out, but he had tried to get back together with me a ton of times, he just couldn't get over me that was probably why I was here. I wasn't about to tell Harry that, though. Jonnie always surprised me, when I thought he was finally over me, he would come and hex my new boyfriend. Sometimes, when he was really bad, he would curse any guy who hit on me. It got pretty bad after that happened a few times; I got a really bad reputation and no guy who had heard would even talk to me. "Kerry? Are you all right?" "What? Yeah, I'm fine," I said, jerking myself out of my thoughts. I would have to think about it later. "I can see why I might be here, but what would Voldemort want with you?" "I have no idea. Hey, you say the name." "So do you." "But I haven't heard another British wizard say it." "Yeah, well, when you ruin Voldemort when you're a year old, you kind of get over the fear of saying his name. Anyways, I never grew up with that, I don't care about saying his name. Voldemort!" "Stop shouting!" I hissed at him. "Why? They know that we're here. It's not as if we were sneaking up on them. I want something to happen to fight them, not just sit here arguing with you." "You think I want to sit here listening to you? I want to get back to Hogwart's," and owl my friends to ask if they've seen Jonnie, I wanted to add, but didn't. I started to drift off into thought again, but Harry interrupted me. "Are you okay? You seem kind of preoccupied." "No," I said sarcastically, "why would I be preoccupied? I'm only locked in a cold dark basement with Harry Potter, the boy who has the biggest ego on the face of the earth." "What? I didn't mean that, it's just that before you were making lemonade and now you're sitting in a depressed silence. Is there anything you're not telling me?" "There's plenty that I'm not telling you, things you would rather not know, I'm sure. If you want me to tell you what Ron sounds like when I kiss right behind his ear, I'll tell you, but like I said, you would rather not know." "Ugh. You're right I don't want to know. I meant anything pertaining to our predicament." "If I do, you don't want to know that either." "I think I do. If it would help us get out of here, then I definitely want to know." "I don't know if it will help us or not and I'd rather not tell you." "You do know something. Tell me," he looked at me with his piercing green eyes, just visible in the darkness. How could I refuse? "Well, I could tell you, but I don't know, maybe I shouldn't. It might scare you away." "Scare me away? It can't be that bad. Can it?" "It could be, I don't know what he's been doing lately." "He? Who's he?" "My ex." "What does your ex have to do with us being stuck in a basement?" "Maybe nothing, maybe something." "Would you please tell me so I can figure out if this is important or not!" "Don't shout! I'll tell you!" "No, I'll tell him," said someone from a corner. I knew it was Jonnie. I was right; he was involved in this. "Who's there?" Harry asked, looking around in the dark. I had pulled my knees up to my chest and was trying not to cry. I really didn't want to see him. He was everything that had made my life miserable last year. I was scared of him. "No, no, no," I was muttering into my knees. "What's the matter Kerry? Who is he?" Harry turned towards me and asked. I just kept talking into my knees, trying to ignore my surroundings; maybe if I imagined someplace else hard enough, I would be there instead of here. "Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" *~* "Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" Who did that boy think he was? I could kill him any time I wanted. I would let him know who was in charge soon enough. First, he must know who I am. "I am Jonathan. I am loyal to my master, Lord Voldemort. I have captured you to bring to him." "What do you want with Kerry?" "I want to have her for my own. I love her and she loves me. She is my true love and I hers." "You make me sick," the boy said. He spat in my general direction, but missed. I wanted to have a good look at him and find the source of that muttering. I knew it was my love, but I wanted to show her that I would take care of her. "Illuminate," I said and the light fixture lit up. The boy covered his eyes at the brightness. I saw her. She was beautiful, even now that she was crumpled up in terror. How could she be scared of me? I hadn't hurt her. I loved her. The boy had sparkling green eyes and unkempt black hair. In a way he was handsome, but he wasn't gorgeous by any means, certainly not worthy of my love. I took a step forward, but stopped. I had wanted to touch her stunning hair, but I couldn't. I couldn't show weakness in front of this boy. I had to get rid of him so that I could be alone with her. I could take her out of the room and leave him here, but that looked like it would be a challenge. I couldn't think of an alternative, though. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched. "Come with me love." She got up reluctantly. She looked over to the boy, who looked panic stricken. He didn't want her to leave. I could see why. "Where are you taking her?" Did he think I was going to tell him my plans? He was stupid. *~* I didn't want to leave. Why was he making me leave? I didn't want to be in the same room with him, much less alone with him. He never did get it that I didn't want him. I should have paid attention to where he was taking me, but I didn't. He sat me down on a sofa by a fireplace. He sat down next to me. I scrunched up against the edge farthest from him, but he moved closer to me and I had nowhere else to go. "Where's my wand and Harry's?" "I have them, I was admiring yours in particular. Interesting combination, redwood and siren hair, right?" "Yes. Can I have mine back? I'll take Harry's too." "I don't think I'll give them back quite yet. You have to earn them." "What do you mean? I'm not doing anything for you." "I'm sure you'll do all I want and more before I give you your wand." "Will you let us go then?" "Let you go? I can't do that. Master would be very displeased if I let the boy go, and I wouldn't be happy if you weren't here with me. I'm sure you'll become a very devoted servant to me and the dark lord." "Never." "Then you will suffer, and I don't want to have to hurt you." What was I going to do? If he didn't let us go, people would come looking. 'But how would they know where to look?' said a nasty little voice in the back of my mind. It was almost pointless to fight him. I didn't want him to hurt Harry and I certainly hoped to come out of this all right.
A/N: Ooh! A little bit of a cliffie. I'm no good at those, but I tried. Now review! It's the little blue button at the bottom left corner.
"I wanted to talk about what has been going on with you and me and you and Ron and you and Malfoy." "God! You too? I think I should just start posting the story of my love life on the internet since everyone seems to think they have a right to know," I didn't really want to be mean to him, but I was upset and I still had a very strong feeling of being watched. "Don't yell at me for being curious. I doubt you even know the latest development in the whole triangle, wait. 1,2,3,4, uh, 5,6! I guess it's a hexagon. Wow! I have never heard of a love hexagon before. I guess that's an American thing." "I didn't yell at you for being curious, I yelled at you for thinking that you can just walk over, ask me about my personal problems and expect an answer, just because you're Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Anyway, where did you get the hexagon thing?" "I counted people that are involved. There's you, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Malfoy, and me. That's six, a hexagon has six sides." "Where did you learn geometry? I thought that was a muggle thing." "You must have forgotten that I lived with the world's biggest muggles until I was 11. And you thought you knew everything about the boy who lived." "I never said that. Now, let's stop fighting and if you have anything important to say to me, something that is productive and that I will answer." "I guess if you won't answer my previous question, then no I don't have anything 'productive' to say." He sounded like he was mad and was trying to conceal the fact that he was hurt as well. I felt bad about that, but what was I going to do about that now? *~* Good, they're fighting. That will make it even easier to stun them and take them to master, but what shall I do about the Malfoy boy? I have heard master talk about his father as a stupid man, but devoted servant. I shouldn't kill him, but if he sees anything. Oh well, I will worry about it later; right now she is so beautiful. I just want to watch her for a moment; she is so wonderful when she is angry, filled with passion. She looks almost remorseful though, why should she feel sad about hurting that horrible boy. He has hurt many people in his life, he deserves to be hurt. Soon I will make my move, soon she will be mine. *~* I had just wanted to talk to Kerry. That was all. I didn't want to fight a fight. I didn't want to make her mad. Maybe I could have been a little nicer about it all, but I was agitated enough already. There had been no word on Voldemort's whereabouts and I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. "Harry, I have already answered that question to a lot of people, maybe it would have been easier if I had called everyone together and let them pick my brain, but I didn't and I am getting increasingly annoyed with that question." "It might have been easier, but, like you said, you didn't, so, now I'm asking again. I would appreciate an answer." "It's not just that I don't want to answer you, it's that every time I tell this story, it's that, oh I don't know." "What?" I was hoping that she was having the same strange feeling that I was.
"STUPEFY," I heard someone yell from behind, I looked towards Kerry, but she was lying on the ground unconscious. I flung myself on the ground, hoping to avoid the spell. Unfortunately, one hit me right before I lay down, just before I blacked out, I saw a boy, about my age walk towards us. I saw blonde hair and assumed it was Malfoy. 'That slimy git' I thought before everything went black.
*~* "I wonder where Harry went off too in such a hurry after we finished our game." "He probably went to go look for Kerry. You know that he's in love with her." "Ugh. Don't say that, Hermione. It doesn't make for a happy conversation." "What? I'm not allowed to be sarcastic, but Malfoy is? That doesn't seem fair. Just because he's a Slytherin, a pureblood, rich, and, according to L&P, incredibly handsome, he gets to make smart remarks and I don't?" "Oh shut your mouth! I think that time in Australia was bad for you. What happened to the know-it-all, quiet, Hermione Granger?" "She stayed in the outback, mate," she quipped in a very convincing Australian accent. She had changed a lot from her time down under. She was now tanned and had lost a great deal of weight. She was now, tan, thin, curvy, and with straight brown hair and straight teeth. Her eyes still sparkled with the same intelligence, but she didn't seem to show it off so obviously. Instead of going by the 'I'm so obviously smarter than you so you shouldn't bother me' approach, she had toned it down to a modest 'if you got it, flaunt it' stance. I had no idea what a difference that would make, but it did. It may seem like a very small change, but if you had known Hermione before, you would notice. Before, I don't think she even noticed how much she showed off. To her, it wasn't showing off, it was being herself. Now, though, she had mellowed out a bit. It was refreshing; it made her more approachable. I had been friends with Hermione ever since Harry and me had saved her from a mountain troll in our first year, yet I still found it hard to talk to her sometimes. I was afraid that I would say something grammatically incorrect and she would spend the 20 minutes I had to talk to her, lecturing me. "Are you there Ron? Can you hear me? Earth to Ron." "Oh, yeah, back to reality. Sorry, fell asleep for a minute." "What were you thinking about?" "Nothing." "Sure, whatever. I'm surprised that neither Harry or Kerry have run in here asking us to leave them alone." "Yeah, last I saw, Kerry was talking to Malfoy down by the lake. Maybe they went to the Astronomy Tower. I certainly hope they aren't in front of the portrait hole, waiting for someone to catch them." "I doubt they'll ever do that again. Harry probably went to go rescue Kerry from the big bad Malfoy monster. Now she's probably yelling at him. That would take a while, and it would probably have Harry running home with his tail between his legs, unless of course they made up by snogging each others faces off." "I thought I told you not to say things like that." "Well, I apologize, but they just keep popping out of my mouth. You will just have to find a way to make me shut up." This would be the perfect chance to kiss her. Wait. What are you thinking about? This is Hermione. Yes, but Hermione is beautiful, charming, your friend. Stop! You cannot do that; she's your best friend. You know that you want to. Shut up! That was an interesting trip into the mind of Ronald Weasely. Why would I say something like that? I am such an idiot. And, how can you tell your conscience to shut up? Oh well. I guess I have to make up my mind about Hermione, or I'll lose my chance. "I've got a good way to make you shut up. Would you like to see?" "I don't know, would I?" "I think you would, but I won't do it until you give me the okay." "Fine, let's see your perfect method to make me shut up." I lowered my lips to hers and paused. Did I really want to do this? Yes. I kissed her. It was strange at first, this was my best friend, but then she deepened the kiss and I sat down on the couch next to her. It seemed like that kiss lasted for a long time, and then she broke it off for lack of air. "That worked exceedingly well, Mr. Weasely." "Why thank you Miss Granger. What did you think, besides the fact that it left you speechless?" "I thought that it was wonderful and would like an encore. If the star of the show doesn't object." "Not at all," I said and kissed her again. This was working even better than I thought, not only did Hermione stop making cracks about Harry and Kerry, I got to show Hermione what I felt. *~* I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't remember what had happened for a moment until it all came back. I had been by the lake with Harry and then I had blacked out. From my surroundings, I guessed that I had been stunned. I could hear the sounds of someone else waking up next to me. I assumed it was Harry. I had no idea where we were, but I noticed it was cold. It was right before Christmas, but we were inside. Maybe we were in a basement or cellar. I looked, but couldn't see anything that wasn't right near me. I saw an outline of a person starting to sit up, must be Harry. "Hey, wake up sleepy." "What? I'm trying to get up without hitting you, it doesn't help that I can't see anything." "Well, aren't we crabby today." "Aren't we cheery this morning. You'd think that someone who had just been kidnapped would be a bit more serious." "I'm trying to make a good situation out of this, haven't you ever heard the expression 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'?" "No, but I have heard the expression 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and squirt it in the face of the person who gave you lemons until you get the oranges you originally asked for.'" "I can see that I shouldn't mess with you right now, I don't want to get lemonade in my hair." (A/N: Sorry, just had to use the Cassie Claire ref. I absolutely love her and that quote. I hope she doesn't mind, since this is a fic. So anyways, back to the story.) "Ah, shut up. You're probably the reason we're down here anyways, unless of course, Voldemort had something to do with it. In that case, I'm the reason we're here." "See. We are both responsible. I knew someone was watching us by the lake. I wonder where we are, can't see a damn thing." "It would be nice to not be thrown in a dark basement for once. I'm surprised they didn't tie us up. We're probably in Hogsmeade, in some death eater's house." "Yeah, maybe," I said, thinking about my ex-boyfriend, Jonathan, who had become a death eater. He was one of the first in America. Voldemort had just started to recruit followers there and it was believed that he was hiding somewhere on the West Coast. The English ministry had managed to hush that up pretty well in the U.K., but it was common knowledge in the states. I had broken up with Jonnie when I found out, but he had tried to get back together with me a ton of times, he just couldn't get over me that was probably why I was here. I wasn't about to tell Harry that, though. Jonnie always surprised me, when I thought he was finally over me, he would come and hex my new boyfriend. Sometimes, when he was really bad, he would curse any guy who hit on me. It got pretty bad after that happened a few times; I got a really bad reputation and no guy who had heard would even talk to me. "Kerry? Are you all right?" "What? Yeah, I'm fine," I said, jerking myself out of my thoughts. I would have to think about it later. "I can see why I might be here, but what would Voldemort want with you?" "I have no idea. Hey, you say the name." "So do you." "But I haven't heard another British wizard say it." "Yeah, well, when you ruin Voldemort when you're a year old, you kind of get over the fear of saying his name. Anyways, I never grew up with that, I don't care about saying his name. Voldemort!" "Stop shouting!" I hissed at him. "Why? They know that we're here. It's not as if we were sneaking up on them. I want something to happen to fight them, not just sit here arguing with you." "You think I want to sit here listening to you? I want to get back to Hogwart's," and owl my friends to ask if they've seen Jonnie, I wanted to add, but didn't. I started to drift off into thought again, but Harry interrupted me. "Are you okay? You seem kind of preoccupied." "No," I said sarcastically, "why would I be preoccupied? I'm only locked in a cold dark basement with Harry Potter, the boy who has the biggest ego on the face of the earth." "What? I didn't mean that, it's just that before you were making lemonade and now you're sitting in a depressed silence. Is there anything you're not telling me?" "There's plenty that I'm not telling you, things you would rather not know, I'm sure. If you want me to tell you what Ron sounds like when I kiss right behind his ear, I'll tell you, but like I said, you would rather not know." "Ugh. You're right I don't want to know. I meant anything pertaining to our predicament." "If I do, you don't want to know that either." "I think I do. If it would help us get out of here, then I definitely want to know." "I don't know if it will help us or not and I'd rather not tell you." "You do know something. Tell me," he looked at me with his piercing green eyes, just visible in the darkness. How could I refuse? "Well, I could tell you, but I don't know, maybe I shouldn't. It might scare you away." "Scare me away? It can't be that bad. Can it?" "It could be, I don't know what he's been doing lately." "He? Who's he?" "My ex." "What does your ex have to do with us being stuck in a basement?" "Maybe nothing, maybe something." "Would you please tell me so I can figure out if this is important or not!" "Don't shout! I'll tell you!" "No, I'll tell him," said someone from a corner. I knew it was Jonnie. I was right; he was involved in this. "Who's there?" Harry asked, looking around in the dark. I had pulled my knees up to my chest and was trying not to cry. I really didn't want to see him. He was everything that had made my life miserable last year. I was scared of him. "No, no, no," I was muttering into my knees. "What's the matter Kerry? Who is he?" Harry turned towards me and asked. I just kept talking into my knees, trying to ignore my surroundings; maybe if I imagined someplace else hard enough, I would be there instead of here. "Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" *~* "Who are you? Why don't you show yourself?" Who did that boy think he was? I could kill him any time I wanted. I would let him know who was in charge soon enough. First, he must know who I am. "I am Jonathan. I am loyal to my master, Lord Voldemort. I have captured you to bring to him." "What do you want with Kerry?" "I want to have her for my own. I love her and she loves me. She is my true love and I hers." "You make me sick," the boy said. He spat in my general direction, but missed. I wanted to have a good look at him and find the source of that muttering. I knew it was my love, but I wanted to show her that I would take care of her. "Illuminate," I said and the light fixture lit up. The boy covered his eyes at the brightness. I saw her. She was beautiful, even now that she was crumpled up in terror. How could she be scared of me? I hadn't hurt her. I loved her. The boy had sparkling green eyes and unkempt black hair. In a way he was handsome, but he wasn't gorgeous by any means, certainly not worthy of my love. I took a step forward, but stopped. I had wanted to touch her stunning hair, but I couldn't. I couldn't show weakness in front of this boy. I had to get rid of him so that I could be alone with her. I could take her out of the room and leave him here, but that looked like it would be a challenge. I couldn't think of an alternative, though. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched. "Come with me love." She got up reluctantly. She looked over to the boy, who looked panic stricken. He didn't want her to leave. I could see why. "Where are you taking her?" Did he think I was going to tell him my plans? He was stupid. *~* I didn't want to leave. Why was he making me leave? I didn't want to be in the same room with him, much less alone with him. He never did get it that I didn't want him. I should have paid attention to where he was taking me, but I didn't. He sat me down on a sofa by a fireplace. He sat down next to me. I scrunched up against the edge farthest from him, but he moved closer to me and I had nowhere else to go. "Where's my wand and Harry's?" "I have them, I was admiring yours in particular. Interesting combination, redwood and siren hair, right?" "Yes. Can I have mine back? I'll take Harry's too." "I don't think I'll give them back quite yet. You have to earn them." "What do you mean? I'm not doing anything for you." "I'm sure you'll do all I want and more before I give you your wand." "Will you let us go then?" "Let you go? I can't do that. Master would be very displeased if I let the boy go, and I wouldn't be happy if you weren't here with me. I'm sure you'll become a very devoted servant to me and the dark lord." "Never." "Then you will suffer, and I don't want to have to hurt you." What was I going to do? If he didn't let us go, people would come looking. 'But how would they know where to look?' said a nasty little voice in the back of my mind. It was almost pointless to fight him. I didn't want him to hurt Harry and I certainly hoped to come out of this all right.
A/N: Ooh! A little bit of a cliffie. I'm no good at those, but I tried. Now review! It's the little blue button at the bottom left corner.