CHAPTER 11

DISCLAIMER: I don't have the pleasure of owning this fantastic characters, because the fantastic JKR had the idea first. So please don't sue good young Silvia ok?¿ ::pouts::

RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: H/D R/Herm G/N

A/N: Thanks for all the amazing and encouraging reviews! You are very kind J

But I especially want to thank my two betas: Ohood and Lisa. They're the sweetest girls in the world! Thanks for working at improving this fic!! Big hugs to both of you. ::huggles her betas::

Ok, I know hat until now there hasn't been very much H/D action, but I promise that in the next chappies things will happen ok? After all, what's the Wizarding world without old Voldie trying to kill everybody? ::smiles::

Well, off we go!

Also this chapter have SPOILERS from the OotP!! So please don't read if you don't want to. I've warned you.

SUNDAY 1:00 p.m. GRYFFINDOR DORMITORIES

Harry was lying on his bed after Hermione had forced him to do it.

He couldn't help feeling guilty. He wasn't doing anything to help his friend, and now that Hermione knew about his plan, it'd be impossible for him to escape again.

His scar was itching. He knew Voldemort was definately up to something.

"Harry mate, are you sleeping?" whispered Ron from the dorm's door.

After a long pause he decided he couldn't avoid his bestfriend.

"I can't. What are you doing here? Did Hermione tell you what happened?" demanded the black-haired boy.

"Yes she did." replied Ron, who sat awkwardly on the edge of his friend's bed.

"Mate, I've got something to tell you. But I must do something first." the red-head swished his wand and muttered a very powerful silencing spell.

"What's so important that you had to do that?" asked Harry very curious but slightly irritated with Ron's secretive behaviour.

"Well..." said Ron insecurely "... Herm, a few others and me want to help you. We must help Draco. We don't care about Dumbledore's orders. This is important and beyond stupid rules." Ron's voice was very secure. His eyes were sparkling with something akin to bravery and determination. Harry had never seen his friend with that expression, that's why he asked:

"What are you trying to say?" Harry got up so he could look at his friend in the eye "That we are going to the Manor in a rescue mission?"

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He unconsciously began scheming plans in his head , but was interrupted by a nervous Hermione.

She had entered the room feeling very nervous.

"Hurry up! We can't waste more time! Neville and Dean are waiting the Creeveys in the common room. Ginny's in the Great Hall with Lavender, Parvati and her twin and Luna Lovegood ." She stressed the last name and Ron snorted.

"Why is "Loony" Lovegood coming with us? She's nuts!" exclaimed the boy.

"Shut up Ron! The fact that she has a lot of imagination and that she is... well rather "peculiar" doesn't mean that she is useless." the brown-haired witch continued:

"So there're also four Hufflepuffs and three more Ravenclaws waiting there. Fred and George..." but she was interrupted again. This time it was Harry.

"Fred and George as in the Weasley twins?" asked surprised.

"I thought they were in Diagon Alley trying to advertise their second joke shop."

"They were." replied Hermione wearily. "But as soon as they heard about the mission, they called the old gang and offered to help."

"The old gang?" managed to squeak Ron.

"Oh!! Are you going to shut up??" she threw her arms in the air

"They called the former Gryffindor quidditch members, Lee and Cho." explained Hermione.

"And they're all going to help Draco? But why? I thought they hated him" Harry was pacing the room nervously and his big green eyes were narrowed to a mere line.

"Don't you remember?" asked Hermione with a slight smile in her face" The DA will always be united against You-Know-Who. Dumbledore's Army has returned, and it's ready to give that bastard what he deserves."

Both boys looked in awe at their friend.

SUNDAY 1:45 p.m. DEATH EATER HEADQUARTERS

Voldemort had casted a binding spell on Severus and Draco, who were tightly tied in a big metallic post.

The blond was struggling restlessly trying to untie the ropes around his wrists. But the Potion's master knew better. He wasn't moving, because after years of "loyal" service to the Dark Lord, he had learnt that a quiet person had more possibilities of living to tell the tale.

"Draco, stop!" the man whispered harshly at his godson.

The young Slytherin stopped and sighed deeply:

"But don't you want to get out of this hole?"

"Yes, I do. Though I'd like to be alive!" Severus looked at Draco closely and added in a softer tone:

"Don't you see?" he sighed. "He wants to see our deseperation. He wants to play with our minds." said Snape with a solemn voice.

"Ooooh..." drawled a nearby voice. "I see you know me very well my faithful Severus. I think you'll like this as a reward for your cleverness.

"Lucius!" Voldemort commanded. "Show this scum how witty men are treated here."

A hooded figure approached the post where the prisoners where tied and removed his mask. Cold grey eyes stared hatefully at ones that mirrored his own. Then he pointed his wand at the older man and shouted.

"Crucio!" Severus' body tensed immediately. He was trying to hide the pain he was feeling. He was clenching his fists and his eyes were shut tightly.

A hollow laughter echoed in the room. Voldemort was smirking evilly, clearly amazed by the sight in front of him. Draco, on the other hand, was looking at the other side of the room. He couldn't stand seeing his godfather under the painful curse he had previously felt.

Then he heard a question being directed at him.

"Are you having fun young Malfoy?" asked an amused Voldemort. He had closed the distance between them and all Draco could see were two red snake-like eyes looking at him. They were full of hatred and tinted with mirth, sadism radiating from them.

The young Slytherin decided to remain silent and composed following Severu's advice.

"I've asked you something, boy." insisted Voldemort, whose gaze had lost all traces of amusement.

"Maybe it's time I invite our last guest." he smirked.

His voice transformed into a hissing sound. Draco knew that he had heard the sound somewhere...

Almost immediately, an image appeared in his mind. The Duelling Club in their second year. Harry speaking a strange language-it was Parseltongue.

But he didn't have time to analyse what was going to happen, because in front of him stood a bif basilisk.

He closed his eyes in a fast blink. He wouldn't be too fool as to look at the creature in the eye.

He was lost. Blind, wandless and defeated. Severus was screaming, all pretences forgotten.

**This is the end. Even the Death Eaters are cheering with .... screams? Howls of pain? What was happening** he thought.

He tried to sharpen his hearing, focussing in the voices and screams. Everything seemed to stop as soon as he heard him. It couldn't be. He was safely hidden at Hogwarts. More known voices. What were they doing there?

"Neville beware! You'e got two Death Eaters behind!" shouted a deep voice.

"Thanks Harry. I..." but the boy's words were cut by a curse thrown at him. He was lying on the floor petrified.

"Come on Hermione, help Ginny there! She's got problems!" commanded the Boy-Who-Lived again. He was duelling with a Death Eater but he got rid of him easily.

The others were scattered around the dark room fighting bravely.

They were a very powerful group and they were determined to go back with Draco and Snape with them. Nearly all the Death Eaters were lying unconscious on the floor, but there were not the only ones that had been injured. Justin Finch-Fletchey was trying to stop the cut on his arm from bleeding and a limping Lee Jordan was weakly throwing curses at his enemies. Two Ravenclaws lied on the floor petrified, as well as Neville Longbottom.

"I think your silly friends have come to the rescue." said Voldemort.

"We should speed things up a little bit."

Draco ran. He didn't know where or why. But he knew that if he stayed there the dark wizard would kill him. He didn't think about the basilisk that was following him. He only ran.

Severus was exhausted. His body was covered in bruises and he couldn't feel his feet. He didn't know if it was the survival instinct or his stubbornness that helped him, but he summoned enough power to curse Malfoy senior. Then he fainted.

"Mobilicorpus" said Ron Weasley, who was in charge of an unconscious Potion's master, whose head was moving from one side to another.

"It had to be me" muttered the boy sarcastically.

"Come on! We've got to get out of here!" shouted Harry.

At hearing this, the rest of DA's members stopped what they were doing and gathered on the room's door, throwing hexes all the way.

Hermione, Hannah Abbott and Dean were carrying the petrified bodies of their friends, who recovered as soon as Cho casted the Ennervate curse on them.

Angelina Johnson was guiding a speechless Draco to where the others were waiting. He was clearly shocked, and the girl was having a hard time dragging him there.

"Listen to me Potter, this won't end this way. Maybe you've saved those two traitors" spatted Voldemort hatefully.

"But I'll come and get you. And then, you'll die at my hands, screaming like a girl, begging me to kill you just like your mother did." at this Harry tensed visibly.

Rage was starting to radiate from his body, but a hand restrained him from attacking Voldemort right there.

"We have to go Harry. Don't let him get you, because that's what he wants." said a calmed Hermione.

**Always the voice of wisdom** thought Harry, who turned around and gestured the others to do the same.

Voldemort dissaparated when he saw he was alone with all those wizards against him.

"We're going home" whispered Luna Lovegood dreamily.