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Draco grabbed me on the landing. "You can't use it, Jen," he whispered, clutching my arm tightly. I struggled slightly but he softly hushed me, putting his free arm around my waist. His strong arm pulled me in close. His sweet lips pressed on to my forehead. The hand that was holding my arm moved to my neck.
"Excuse us," Severus huffed, pushing between us to the elevator. Draco exhaled loudly, I shot daggers after Severus. His shoulders were more stooped than usual, his head thrust over, bent and defeated.
"My wand, bambino," Zabini grunted, nudging my shoulder. Slowly, I tore my eyes from Severus. I looked the man up and down. He finally had some clothes on, though he still looked totally disheveled.
Throwing his wand into his hand, I said through gritted teeth, "I'm not your bambino." He shrugged, and brushed past, clapping a hand over Draco's shoulder. Remus appeared next. He motioned for me to follow Zabini, which I did promptly.
Must get through this, I thought. Must find Harry. The elevator doors opened. Severus shuffled in, leaning against the sidewall next to the button panel. The rest of us followed. I stationed myself near the front of the contraption.
A growing fear entered the small space. Even Severus stood taller. We all knew it; this was going to be the final battle. And Harry was going to have to defeat Voldemort on his own after all.
"How guarded is this place?" Tonks asked. A tremor rose through her voice. She was the only one brave enough to ask the question we all feared.
"Heavily," Zabini whispered. Sweat had begun to gather on his forehead. Ron cleared his throat nervously. Hermione whimpered from behind him. Draco just shifted his weight. I stood still, not wanting to show my weaknesses.
A bell broke the silence. The doors flew open and the sunlight flooded in. We all squinted at the brightness of it all. I walked out flanked by Severus and Draco. The others followed us slowly. The doorman tipped his hat as we left.
We walked through the streets of Diagon Alley. "This is the plan," I began, not even trying to turn my head. "Zabini will come in, saying we're his prisoners. I'm pretty sure we can get to Voldemort like that. Then, we'll burst in and over take Voldemort and Daisy. Everybody got it?" My question was met with silence.
"I'm taking that as a yes," I stated as we moved out to Muggle London. There was no turning back now.
Only a block away from the Leaky Cauldron is an Underground station. Muggles file in and out of the gaping hole. A reassuring hand was placed on my back. To my dismay, it was Severus'. Quickly, I went down the stairs.
With a subtle flick of my wand, the turnstile came free. The others followed my lead. I walked down to the platform for the subway. The train to Piccadilly Square was pulling up. "Hurry up!" I cried over my shoulder. "The train's here!" I held the door open as the others ran in.
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The ride was bumpy and not nearly as fun as it should have been. The doors opened finally on Piccadilly Circus. "Mind the gap!" cautioned the invisible voice.
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. I knew it had been my idea with the whole prisoner thing, but now I wasn't happy about it at all. Zabini wasn't my favorite person right now. Or ever.
We walked on to the platform as a group. Unlike most of the other Muggles, we went in the opposite direction, towards the Tube. It was a lot more stairs to get down there than it was to get to the regular Underground.
No one else was on the platform. The train had quit running for the night. I stopped at the bottom of the case. Zabini charged ahead, heading towards an old door at the far end. "This is the place," he said dully.
"Looks like crap," Ron stated flatly as we walked towards him.
"Of course it does," Snape snapped. We were all on end.
Zabini looked around again, checking to make sure no one else was around. He turned around then, making golden strands of rope come out of his wand. "Don't be scared," he smirked mockingly, looking at my disheartened expression. I growled low in my throat as Zabini gently tied us up, around our wrists and a loose yet firm loop around our necks chaining us together.
"Everybody ready?" asked Remus, trying to maintain his control over the situation. Zabini nodded, tugging around the chain he had. A tap of his wand opened the dreaded door and slowly, nervously, we filed inside.