The long (or not so long) awaited Most Important Chapter! Okay, so we're having our spring break next week and I'm going to be gone for the whole time starting Monday, so if I don't up date, you know why.

silentC: I can't think of anything either. Well, when you get an idea, email me at starla316@hotmail.com

Draco and I spent the whole day in an empty dungeon room. We didn't do anything, except kiss and talk. A lot of talking about Voldemort and Harry. In America, it'd be illegal for me to be dating him. He's only 17, I'm, well, older. Wait, are we dating? I suddenly remember why I never dated anyone before.

I walk back upstairs, to the tower. I left Harry alone for a whole day. I hope he's not dead or anything. If Severus didn't know where I was, he'd go looking for Harry. And then Severus would hear about Harry and Hermione. I walked faster.

I practically broke the door down. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat quietly around the fire, the drum of the common room wrapping around them. I exhaled and walked over to them.

"So," Hermione asked, without a bit of subtlety to her voice, "where were you today?"

I rolled my eyes at her. She knew about my adventure with Draco. "I was with Draco, if you must know," I spat at her. Ron's eyes widened. If Harry hadn't held him back, he would've jumped up and screamed. Ron still didn't like Draco.

"I could've died, you know," Harry ended the silence.

I laughed at him, "Not with friends like Ron here." Ron was still fuming but lightened up with my compliment.

"Going to the Quidditch game tomorrow, Jen?" Harry asked. I hadn't been to a match yet this year. The first one I was confined to my bed and was probably sleeping. Severus is so over protective sometimes.

I nod. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." The irony, in hindsight, is unnerving.

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The game day came. Harry was nervous, thus making the rest of us nervous. I don't think any of us ate anything that day. The game was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. No torn loyalties the first game.

We all hurried to the pitch, me, Ron, Hermione, and Draco. Hermione and I separated Ron from Draco. No death during Harry's shining moment.

We ran up the stairs to one of the top rows. We sat and waited, Draco put his arm around my waist. Eventually, the two team stepped onto the field. We cheered for Harry, standing and waving our scarves above our heads. Draco stood politely and clapped.

They kicked off and zoomed across the field too fast for my sickly eyes. I instead rested my head on Draco's shoulder. The crowd was excited, so I took no notice of the screams. Not until Draco stood and let my head drop did I open my eyes.

Several black dressed and hooded people were entered the pitch, wands out and ready. They froze the players in mid air, then pulled Harry down to their leader. They were using him as a hostage. Slowly, with fingers like snakes, the leader lowered his hood. The face he showed would never leave my mind for the rest of my years.

Voldemort stood in the center of the black circle, holding Harry at wand point. "No one shall advance!" he hissed at the crowd. Dumbledore stood in his tracks. "Bring me his keeper!" My head perked up. I didn't want to go, but it was my duty to Harry.

I began to stand but three hands pulled me down again. "You can't go..."

"It's a trap..."

"We won't let you go..."

I pushed them off. "I have no choice. I have to save Harry." I got up and they let me go this time. "I'm here, Voldemort! It's me you want!" I yelled down at him. His ruby red eyes looked up at me, and his lips pulled into a grin. With a wave of his hand, his wand still pointed at Harry, I could feel my arms being pushed to my sides, unable to move. I was hoisted up into the air, like a puppet with invisible strings, and dropped, free falling nearly to the ground before being caught again. The Death Eaters laughed, looking around to make sure they all got the joke.

He put me on my feet and unpinned my arms. "They sent a woman, a mere child, to defeat me, the Dark Lord?" he yelled so his voice filled the stadium. I could see some kids laughing with the hooded. Voldemort laughed too, poking me with his finger. I rolled my shoulder back, so little physical contact took place.

"Give me Harry," I demanded so only he could hear. He stopped laughing and flew, without letting go of poor Harry, and landed extremely close to me, bending down so his face was right with mine.

"I want it known that I'll kill you first. I want to know what America can send to stop the All-Powerful. You are a weakling to me. And I'll get you before the year is up." And with that, they left. The players went peacefully back to the way they were. Harry fell into my arms. He was barely breathing.