Sorry about the long waits, been trying to think of ways to do this. I think I found it though. Am very excited about the next chapter. Then, after that, one or two more before it's finished. I'm thinking about revamping the entire series. Any thoughts? Thanks to all who review, you know this story is all for you!

It was dark and damp, like I had suspected. It had to be for under the Tube. There were stairs moving down, escalators more like. We stood going down for a long time, it felt like forever. Slowly, a light came into view. It was a pale, soft light, nothing you'd expect in a Dark Lord's secret torture chamber.

Oh, poor Harry, I thought desperately, straining against my binds. I could hear Voldemort's curt laugh and Daisy's horrible giggles. Harry groaned faintly.

"Wait here," whispered Zabini. He walked towards the door, still holding the rope firmly and hiding it behind his back. "I have a present for you Master." He sounded way too happy to be acting, if you ask me. I looked back around to those behind me. Severus was cleaning his fingernails but everyone else looked horribly tense.

"What could be a better present than Harry Potter?" asked Voldemort with a hint of contempt in his voice.

Blaise remained painfully silent. I suspected that he had a small smirk on his face, but I could only see his back. And then, he pulled on the rope. No one had suspected this. I lurched forward, so did everyone else. We stumbled into the chamber, trying to literally save our necks.

Zabini pulled the rope again so we all fell to our knees. Voldemort was laughing again. I looked up defiantly, gazing around. Severus was on his hands and knees, staring down at his fingers. Remus and Tonks were both sitting on their feet, holding their hands tensely together. If they died before their honeymoon, I'd kill myself. Draco was much in the same position as Severus as Ron and Hermione were kneeling like me, both gazing at the same point.

I followed their line of sight. Harry was sitting in a chair, strapped to it with leather bonds. His eyes were puffed, his face cut and bleeding. I wanted to stand up and rip him from the chair. But I would have, undoubtedly, killed myself before even reaching the half waypoint.

Daisy was leaning over Harry, whispering something in Voldemort's ear. A thin smile spread on his face. "Excellent idea, Miss Kemps," he said in a cheerful voice. His eyes met mine. We stared at each other without blinking. "Zabini, take them away, but leave the American here.

"And give her back her wand."

Everyone looked at me. I tried to stay calm, to look unnerved. But inside, I felt horrible. I wanted to scream and just take my gun out and shoot everyone down. Instead, I allowed Zabini to untie me and thrust my wand in my hand. "Good luck," he whispered, bending over to pick up the new slack in the rope. "You'll need it." He didn't sound so optimistic.

He led out the others. Each looking at me with a forlorn lost look in their eyes. I refused to look back.

"Stand up and face your doom," Voldemort said in a cruel snarl of a voice once we were alone. I stood quickly, looking at Harry instead of Voldemort or Daisy. Kemps began to walk forward at the same time Voldemort did. I could sense it.

Before they said anything else, I lifted my wand and yelled, "Emmobulus!" They both stopped mid lunge. I exhaled, letting my shoulders drop. It was horribly hard work to be nervous all the time.

"Harry," I sighed, moving forward to untie him. "I told you I'd come get you," I laughed after helping him up. "Let's get our butts out of here."

I walked over to the door and pushed it open a little before looking back. Harry hadn't moved. "Harry," I warned, "let's go!"

"No," he said determinedly. I couldn't stand this. I was giving him a free ticket out and he wasn't even going to take it. "I'm the only one who can kill Voldemort and I intend on doing it."

What a time to be noble. Typical Gryffindor though.

I looked longingly at the door once more. I could have left, could have walked away, married Draco, moved back home, and let Harry die right there. But I didn't. The door closed behind me as I walked to face the frozen Voldemort and Daisy.

"Well, get your wand and let's do this thing," I called, standing at the ready. Harry smiled. God, not only was he noble, but he enjoyed the fight. When this was over, I'm going to have a serious talk with him.

He picked his wand from Daisy's back pocket and ran to stand beside me. "I've got Voldemort," he whispered. I nodded curtly. Slowly, the evil pair moved again. And we were ready.