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____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "So how are we getting out, Malfoy?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "We have to wait for someone to come in. The door can only be opened from the outside." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "But that could take forever! There has to be another way!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "Would you shut up please? I have a plan..." he began to moan in pain and pound on the door. "Hey, can anyone here us? We need some help in here! Quick Potter, get the invisibility cloak," he whispered to Harry. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ The door opened just as they vanished. The gaurd walked halfway into the room, looked around suspiciously, and left. "We have to contact Malfoy, the prisoners have escaped," he replied to the other man standing across the hallway. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Harry, Draco, and Hermione crept silently down one hall, then another, and another after that. "Where are you taking us, Malfoy?" Harry whispered. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Quiet, I hear voices down this way." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Suddenly one of the voices dissapeared and Lydia emerged from around the corner. They threw off the cloak and ran to her. Harry was the first to approach, and he hugged her, but pulled back suddenly. "What's wrong?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Nothing, everything's just fine," Lydia responded casually. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Did anyone hurt you? What happened? What are you doing here?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ "I escaped," she said. "I was coming to rescue you. I found a way out." She turned and started walking. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ "Liddie, shouldn't we put on the invisibility cloak? Somebody might see us." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Nobody will see us." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ She sounded so sure that Harry didn't put up an argument. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________ Harry tried sneaking quick glances at her, but could read nothing from her expression. She seemed far off, as if she wasn't really there. There was almost a distant, peaceful look about her, like she didn't have a care in the world. It made Harry uneasy, but what troubled him more was that he didn't know why. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Meanwhile Lydia was experiencing an inner struggle so great, it was draining her energy. She wanted to scream at Harry, to tell him to run, that she was only leading him to danger, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't will her mouth to form the words."What if he dies?" She thought, "What if he dies, and it will be all my fault, just because I couldn't fight this stupid curse. I have to try again." And again, she pushed with all her energy for the words to come out. Then something unexpected happened. A single word escaped her mouth, by her own free will. It was so quiet, it would have went unheard, had Harry not been paying full attention to her. She turned, and looked straight into his eyes, the far off look suddenly fading, and spoke in a faint whisper that had been intended as a scream, "Run!" With that she collapsed onto the floor. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Harry knelt down beside her and tried to shake her awake. For a moment he actually feared she was dead, but a faint rising and falling of her chest assured him she had only passed out. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ "What did she say?" Hermione asked in an annoyed tone. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ Harry looked bewildered, "She said...run..." ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "Why would she say that?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Because there are people chasing us, maybe?" Draco asked, looking over her shoulder at the three death eaters running toward them. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Harry looked around frantically. "But we can't just leave her here!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Draco pulled him to his feet. "They won't hurt her. We'll come back when it's safe. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ They ran around the corner and crashed into three more death eaters, sending them all to the ground. Harry sighed, "Well, so much for coming back later." ____________________________________________________________________ The room was large and meticulously decorated, shelves of books lining the walls. Hermione suspected it might be someone's study, or library, perhaps. Under other circumstances, she would have loved to spend hours looking through all the books, but now she feared for her life. She had only been a hostage, Voldemort had wanted to kill Harry, as always, but the Dark Lord showed no mercy when it came to his victims, and she feared he would dispose of her now that she had served her purpose. She watched as they brought Lydia in, who was now awake, but the dazed expression had returned to her face. She also appeared to have changed, from the tattered, worn down robes she had once been in. Instead, she was wearing a long black gown with flowing sleeves and a very low v-neck which came into a tight bodice. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________ Then Voldemort walked in, and Hermione let out an audible gasp. She had never seen him face to face before, she only had a vague mental picture pieced together from what Harry had described. She had imagined something so terrible, so unmistakabley monstrous that it wouldn't fit into the category 'human'. But the man standing before her was just that. Nothing more and nothing less then an average person you would pass on the street. What scared her was the fact that she recognized him as Voldemort. There was one thing, and one thing only that made him stand out from the rest. It was the eyes. Those frightening, unnaturaul eyes that glowed a deep blood red. She tried not to look at him, but his commanding presence held power over everyone in the room. He looked around for a moment, then spoke. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "Well well well. Harry, my friend, it looks as though we meet again. I must say this little gathering isn't under the best of circumstances, but let's try to make the most of it, shall we?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Harry glared defiantly at the floor. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "Hmmm, now lets see...how can we make this situation more friendly? Oh I know! Would any of you like a cup of tea?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________ Nobody spoke, or even looked at him for that matter. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________ "Not a very talkative bunch, are we? That's quite alright, there will be plenty of time for light hearted conversation later. But now we must get down to business. Harry," he started, gazing down at his enemy and remembering the scared, defenseless little boy he had faced all those years ago. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Harry was neither little or defenseless these days. He had gone through an enormous growth spurt within the past three years, and now matched the height of the towering Dark Lord. Whether or not he was scared remained hidden, as it always had been, and always would be. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "Many times we have faced each other, and everytime, you seem to come out of it for the most part, unharmed. I, on the other hand, have come out of our battles defeated, and with scars to carry. Each time I devise a plan, and each time, you seem to ruin it. I now know why, and this new understanding has helped me to create a plan so devious, even you can't beat it. You see, it is not I who was meant to kill you, for I cannot, we are too much alike. You recieved half my powers as an infant, which prevents me from harming you. No, Harry Potter, I cannot kill you, but my daughter can," Voldemort finished. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ Harry looked shocked for a moment, then snorted with laughter. "That's all you've got? You must be insane! Lydia would never hurt me!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ For the first time, Lydia spoke up "Wouldn't I? You seem so sure of yourself Harry." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "But, but...we're friends! You wouldn't do that!" Harry stuttered. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "There are alot of things you don't know about me," She replied seductively as she strode forward. She bent over to whisper in his ear, "You'd be surprised," she pulled back to face him, and slowly ran her tongue across the edge of his bottom lip. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Harry looked extremely shocked, and immediately began to blush. Hermione gave a horrified gasp. Lydia turned to her. "Jealous, are you? Well you can't touch me. It doesn't matter what I do with Harry, or what Harry does with me, because he's not yours," she said viciously. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Then Lydia spun around to face Draco, who up until that point, had gone unnoticed. "Aww, sorry, forgot about you. Did that hurt? Well I guess not, because all you ever wanted to do was get into my pants," she said as she began to unbuckle his belt. "Too bad, we really could have had some fun," and with that, she whipped his belt off, then turned her back on him to face her father. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ "Is it time?" She asked eagerly. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "Now that you've had you're fun, I suppose it is." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ She sighed. "It wasn't nearly as much fun as I could have had, but being as we are pressed for time, that will have to suffice. Hand me my wand." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "I left it on the third floor. There is no time, just use your hand." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ "No, go get it,I want this to be special, this will be the last time I use it," she said menacingly. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________ "Fine fine, I shall go get it." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ After Voldemort left, Hermione noticed that Lydia's eyes looked different. Something clicked in her mind. She remembered reading somewhere about a curse, but she couldn't be sure unless she got a closer look. "You know Lydia, it might be wise to keep Harry around." ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "And why is that?" Lydia asked in an amused voice. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "Because he's the only one you'll ever have a chance with." ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ "I doubt that," she responded with a smirk. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ "Couldn't keep Draco around, could you? And he never even wanted you." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ Lydia covered the distance between them in a heartbeat. She grabbed Hermione by the throat and pushed her into the wall. "I could kill you right now," at this she tightened her grasp, causing her nails to dig into Hermione's skin, "but I suppose daddy wouldn't be too happy about that, would he?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ "What do you mean by that?" Hermione questioned, momentarily forgetting her plan. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "You'll find out in due time. But I think it is safe to say that he's got big plans for you." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "He doesn't have plans for any of us. Let's all just leave, right now," Harry interrupted. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "What about her?" Draco pointed to Lydia. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "She's coming with us," Harry said confidently. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ As Lydia turned to stare at Harry, Hermione caught sight of her eyes and remembered the curse. "That's it!" she cried, startling everyone. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "That's what?" Harry asked. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Surfice Evillis! She's under a curse!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "What curse, what are you talking about?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________ "Okay, what color are her eyes, normally?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Harry thought a moment. "Green." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Exactly, and now they're a pale violet. That's the only way to detect it." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "What exactly does it do, and how are we supposed to break it?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Hermione thought for a moment, "It brings out the evil in a person, and strengthens it. The only person who can break it would be the victim's true love." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________ Harry and Draco looked at each other and shrugged. "How does the person break it?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ "They must confess love...but it can only be done once, and they have to mean it." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________ A firm resolution came over Draco's face. "Lydia, look at me." ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ She turned to him, just as her father walked into the room again, carrying her wand. "I found the bloody damn thing, now let's get this overwith." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ He handed the wand to her. Without looking at Draco again, she strode toward Harry, stopping less than five feet away from him. As the words 'Avada Kedavra' escaped her lips, and she pointed her wand at Harry, Draco suddenly jumped in the way. For a brief moment, their eyes locked onto one another's, and Draco whispered, "I truly, truly love you," before his limp body collapsed into her arms. She fell to the ground with him, dead in her arms, and began to sob hysterically._______________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________END OF CHAPTER!!! This story is not over, so don't forget anyhting can happen. Oh, and please don't send us hatemail for killing Draco. Our fragile psyche can't take it.
____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "So how are we getting out, Malfoy?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "We have to wait for someone to come in. The door can only be opened from the outside." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "But that could take forever! There has to be another way!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "Would you shut up please? I have a plan..." he began to moan in pain and pound on the door. "Hey, can anyone here us? We need some help in here! Quick Potter, get the invisibility cloak," he whispered to Harry. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ The door opened just as they vanished. The gaurd walked halfway into the room, looked around suspiciously, and left. "We have to contact Malfoy, the prisoners have escaped," he replied to the other man standing across the hallway. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Harry, Draco, and Hermione crept silently down one hall, then another, and another after that. "Where are you taking us, Malfoy?" Harry whispered. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Quiet, I hear voices down this way." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Suddenly one of the voices dissapeared and Lydia emerged from around the corner. They threw off the cloak and ran to her. Harry was the first to approach, and he hugged her, but pulled back suddenly. "What's wrong?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Nothing, everything's just fine," Lydia responded casually. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Did anyone hurt you? What happened? What are you doing here?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ "I escaped," she said. "I was coming to rescue you. I found a way out." She turned and started walking. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ "Liddie, shouldn't we put on the invisibility cloak? Somebody might see us." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Nobody will see us." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ She sounded so sure that Harry didn't put up an argument. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________ Harry tried sneaking quick glances at her, but could read nothing from her expression. She seemed far off, as if she wasn't really there. There was almost a distant, peaceful look about her, like she didn't have a care in the world. It made Harry uneasy, but what troubled him more was that he didn't know why. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Meanwhile Lydia was experiencing an inner struggle so great, it was draining her energy. She wanted to scream at Harry, to tell him to run, that she was only leading him to danger, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't will her mouth to form the words."What if he dies?" She thought, "What if he dies, and it will be all my fault, just because I couldn't fight this stupid curse. I have to try again." And again, she pushed with all her energy for the words to come out. Then something unexpected happened. A single word escaped her mouth, by her own free will. It was so quiet, it would have went unheard, had Harry not been paying full attention to her. She turned, and looked straight into his eyes, the far off look suddenly fading, and spoke in a faint whisper that had been intended as a scream, "Run!" With that she collapsed onto the floor. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Harry knelt down beside her and tried to shake her awake. For a moment he actually feared she was dead, but a faint rising and falling of her chest assured him she had only passed out. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ "What did she say?" Hermione asked in an annoyed tone. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ Harry looked bewildered, "She said...run..." ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "Why would she say that?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Because there are people chasing us, maybe?" Draco asked, looking over her shoulder at the three death eaters running toward them. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Harry looked around frantically. "But we can't just leave her here!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Draco pulled him to his feet. "They won't hurt her. We'll come back when it's safe. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ They ran around the corner and crashed into three more death eaters, sending them all to the ground. Harry sighed, "Well, so much for coming back later." ____________________________________________________________________ The room was large and meticulously decorated, shelves of books lining the walls. Hermione suspected it might be someone's study, or library, perhaps. Under other circumstances, she would have loved to spend hours looking through all the books, but now she feared for her life. She had only been a hostage, Voldemort had wanted to kill Harry, as always, but the Dark Lord showed no mercy when it came to his victims, and she feared he would dispose of her now that she had served her purpose. She watched as they brought Lydia in, who was now awake, but the dazed expression had returned to her face. She also appeared to have changed, from the tattered, worn down robes she had once been in. Instead, she was wearing a long black gown with flowing sleeves and a very low v-neck which came into a tight bodice. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________ Then Voldemort walked in, and Hermione let out an audible gasp. She had never seen him face to face before, she only had a vague mental picture pieced together from what Harry had described. She had imagined something so terrible, so unmistakabley monstrous that it wouldn't fit into the category 'human'. But the man standing before her was just that. Nothing more and nothing less then an average person you would pass on the street. What scared her was the fact that she recognized him as Voldemort. There was one thing, and one thing only that made him stand out from the rest. It was the eyes. Those frightening, unnaturaul eyes that glowed a deep blood red. She tried not to look at him, but his commanding presence held power over everyone in the room. He looked around for a moment, then spoke. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "Well well well. Harry, my friend, it looks as though we meet again. I must say this little gathering isn't under the best of circumstances, but let's try to make the most of it, shall we?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Harry glared defiantly at the floor. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ "Hmmm, now lets see...how can we make this situation more friendly? Oh I know! Would any of you like a cup of tea?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________ Nobody spoke, or even looked at him for that matter. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________ "Not a very talkative bunch, are we? That's quite alright, there will be plenty of time for light hearted conversation later. But now we must get down to business. Harry," he started, gazing down at his enemy and remembering the scared, defenseless little boy he had faced all those years ago. ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Harry was neither little or defenseless these days. He had gone through an enormous growth spurt within the past three years, and now matched the height of the towering Dark Lord. Whether or not he was scared remained hidden, as it always had been, and always would be. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "Many times we have faced each other, and everytime, you seem to come out of it for the most part, unharmed. I, on the other hand, have come out of our battles defeated, and with scars to carry. Each time I devise a plan, and each time, you seem to ruin it. I now know why, and this new understanding has helped me to create a plan so devious, even you can't beat it. You see, it is not I who was meant to kill you, for I cannot, we are too much alike. You recieved half my powers as an infant, which prevents me from harming you. No, Harry Potter, I cannot kill you, but my daughter can," Voldemort finished. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ Harry looked shocked for a moment, then snorted with laughter. "That's all you've got? You must be insane! Lydia would never hurt me!" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ For the first time, Lydia spoke up "Wouldn't I? You seem so sure of yourself Harry." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "But, but...we're friends! You wouldn't do that!" Harry stuttered. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "There are alot of things you don't know about me," She replied seductively as she strode forward. She bent over to whisper in his ear, "You'd be surprised," she pulled back to face him, and slowly ran her tongue across the edge of his bottom lip. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Harry looked extremely shocked, and immediately began to blush. Hermione gave a horrified gasp. Lydia turned to her. "Jealous, are you? Well you can't touch me. It doesn't matter what I do with Harry, or what Harry does with me, because he's not yours," she said viciously. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Then Lydia spun around to face Draco, who up until that point, had gone unnoticed. "Aww, sorry, forgot about you. Did that hurt? Well I guess not, because all you ever wanted to do was get into my pants," she said as she began to unbuckle his belt. "Too bad, we really could have had some fun," and with that, she whipped his belt off, then turned her back on him to face her father. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________ "Is it time?" She asked eagerly. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "Now that you've had you're fun, I suppose it is." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ She sighed. "It wasn't nearly as much fun as I could have had, but being as we are pressed for time, that will have to suffice. Hand me my wand." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "I left it on the third floor. There is no time, just use your hand." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ "No, go get it,I want this to be special, this will be the last time I use it," she said menacingly. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________ "Fine fine, I shall go get it." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ After Voldemort left, Hermione noticed that Lydia's eyes looked different. Something clicked in her mind. She remembered reading somewhere about a curse, but she couldn't be sure unless she got a closer look. "You know Lydia, it might be wise to keep Harry around." ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "And why is that?" Lydia asked in an amused voice. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________ "Because he's the only one you'll ever have a chance with." ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ "I doubt that," she responded with a smirk. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ "Couldn't keep Draco around, could you? And he never even wanted you." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ Lydia covered the distance between them in a heartbeat. She grabbed Hermione by the throat and pushed her into the wall. "I could kill you right now," at this she tightened her grasp, causing her nails to dig into Hermione's skin, "but I suppose daddy wouldn't be too happy about that, would he?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ "What do you mean by that?" Hermione questioned, momentarily forgetting her plan. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ "You'll find out in due time. But I think it is safe to say that he's got big plans for you." ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ "He doesn't have plans for any of us. Let's all just leave, right now," Harry interrupted. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "What about her?" Draco pointed to Lydia. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "She's coming with us," Harry said confidently. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ As Lydia turned to stare at Harry, Hermione caught sight of her eyes and remembered the curse. "That's it!" she cried, startling everyone. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "That's what?" Harry asked. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ "Surfice Evillis! She's under a curse!" ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________ "What curse, what are you talking about?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________ "Okay, what color are her eyes, normally?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Harry thought a moment. "Green." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "Exactly, and now they're a pale violet. That's the only way to detect it." ____________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ "What exactly does it do, and how are we supposed to break it?" ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Hermione thought for a moment, "It brings out the evil in a person, and strengthens it. The only person who can break it would be the victim's true love." ____________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________ Harry and Draco looked at each other and shrugged. "How does the person break it?" ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ "They must confess love...but it can only be done once, and they have to mean it." ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________ A firm resolution came over Draco's face. "Lydia, look at me." ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ She turned to him, just as her father walked into the room again, carrying her wand. "I found the bloody damn thing, now let's get this overwith." ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________ He handed the wand to her. Without looking at Draco again, she strode toward Harry, stopping less than five feet away from him. As the words 'Avada Kedavra' escaped her lips, and she pointed her wand at Harry, Draco suddenly jumped in the way. For a brief moment, their eyes locked onto one another's, and Draco whispered, "I truly, truly love you," before his limp body collapsed into her arms. She fell to the ground with him, dead in her arms, and began to sob hysterically._______________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________END OF CHAPTER!!! This story is not over, so don't forget anyhting can happen. Oh, and please don't send us hatemail for killing Draco. Our fragile psyche can't take it.
