A/N: Well, it's me again!!! This is finally the third chapter!! It's still about the torturing part, but do not fret; the next chapter will be about the muggle events. A lot are going to happen there. I'm really, really sorry about the Hermione's torture part, some of you might get offended but, the girl was tortured. Compared to rape that's something mild you know. She wasn't even molested!!! It's just that she has to suffer pain and since she's a woman, that's what I thought of. I got that idea when we were listening to this report about prostitution. I was thinking about other stuff that could be used besides what happened to Harry, but I just continued typing and adding to it when I just realized it was already long and I had no heart to delete it. So there it is: chapter 3. I hope you are intelligent enough to know where flashbacks are, unfortunately it makes me feel uncomfortable when I see them labeled "start of flashback, end of flashback, etc.", also the same with point of views. But I'm trying my best to make it still understandable. If you don't get it, just read on, don't stop and look back then read again. There are explanations in the latter part. Still, if you don't really get it, I'll just explain at the A/N below, but of course, it's nice when people are curious and analyze your fics so don't fast forward. Also, I want to thank BlUeGrEen and Ms. Tasha Roddick for helping me come up with yet another H/Hr fic. It's really funny, we had sick stomachs during and after talking about it. Please check my bio to see if I have uploaded it!! I hope you R/R both!!

Disclaimer: Harry, Hermione, Voldie and everyone else are not mine. Though there would be original characters later on… Ms J.K. Rowling owns the original characters that definitely, obviously do not belong to me. Ms. Rowling also owns the Dark Lord's castle, complete with the perverted henchmen, the dark lighting and the flaming fireplace with the burning, pointy wood bits and ashes. Furniture shipped there such as the circular wooden block, the antique table and chair and the cell bars for dramatic pops and setting belong to me. Oh, and Walrecka Womvort and Monswick Varploon both belong to me. Sorry if their names are weird, I'm not that good in those kind of things. I could change them too, if I thought of something better.

CHAPTER 3: The Only Chance

Harry squinted his eyes. Up, down, up, down, skimming on all the pages of the book he was holding. Not finding what he needed, he threw the book behind his back.

"Bring that back, we don't need that," he called back.

He grabbed another book and read through it. "The Most Odd Spells Ever, written by Walrecka Womvort. Isn't there any good spell here? If we don't find at least one we are going back in the library." He was going through the pages when his companion brought back the book to him.

"We are not going back there, Harry. It's dangerous. You don't know who might be lurking around here. These are a lot of books, you should at least find a spell here."

"Unfortunately, for us," he replied while closing a thick black book, "this is the last book we carried." He let go of the book and watched it fall amongst the others.

" No way!! Those were fifteen thick books! And those were bloody heavy too!! Are you sure there isn't any one good spell?" His friend reassured.

"Ron, if there was, we wouldn't have to go back now, do we? Besides, even if there is a spell, we are still going to return the rest of the books. Just help me carry it and get it over with."

Harry took a stack of books and kicked a few books toward Ron, signaling him to carry them too.

"Harry, stop that. Books are delicate, you know. You shouldn't kick them around as if they are just objects."

"Ron, these are objects."

"I knew that. But they are not just objects, they're important objects, you know. And they easily tear apart so you should at least be careful."

"Ron, I don't think I have time to listen to your lectures."

"Oh, but I believe Mr. Weasly is right, don't you think Mr. Potter? A voice came from behind them.

It was professor McGonagall.

" Please come with me to Professor Dumbledore. We will discuss matters about you wandering around in the middle of the night and getting books from the…"She took one book from the stack Harry was holding. "Aaah… the restricted section," she ended, her voice crisp either because of the cold air or just her normal strictness. The two captured Gryffindors just looked at each other and obeyed their professor.

" Professor Dumbledore, I have caught these two boys lurking around with books from the restricted section." Professor McGonagall burst out at the sleepy headmaster.

He just motioned them to come in, and then indicated that the Transfiguration teacher go back to her room and get some rest. She nodded her head and went on her way. As for the young men, he gestured them to go closer. Dumbledore knew what they were looking for. Ron gulped and moved a few steps forward, but Harry didn't care. He moved to Dumbledore and sat on his chair.

"Professor, it was for—" Harry started. The kind-hearted headmaster hushed him and then he knew it was all right. Harry knew Dumbledore would understand.

"Now, let me see the books you were looking for," the old wizard mentioned to his young student. Harry let go of the stack of books he was carrying and nudged Ron to do the same.

"Ahh, I see… what kind of spell do you really need Harry? Could you tell me the whole story? Maybe if you did, I could help you more."

The Gryffindor Headquarters was quiet. Everyone was asleep, except for one. Harry sat up. He had been trying to doze off ever since Ron stopped whispering to him about the Slytherins, Snape, Lavender, and other rumors and stories that happened during the day. He tried everything, even muggle tricks like counting sheep, or elephants, almost every living thing he knew. But somehow, his gut feel told him to go down and have a drink or just rest by the fireplace. Scratching his head, he then got up and went down. While on the staircase, Harry heard murmurs and scribbling.

A young woman turned to face him, and revealed a small, dainty smile.

"Hey, can't sleep?" she asked. She pats the empty space behind her, signaling him to sit down.

Harry just laughed, happy to have company. "What are you doing?" He put his hand in his pajama's pocket, and sat where Hermione had asked her.

"I'm just researching about a few topics of my interest, just so I would be able to have more information about them. These are more about muggle stuff, not really about lessons here, but I just realized that I haven't read much about us muggles. I don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe I just had nothing left to do, and this is what I thought of." Hermione stopped reading and looked at Harry.

"What about you? What's your excuse?"

"Can't sleep. Don't know what to do either."

"Do you want something to eat? I've got milk and cookies there by the stand. We just have to share the glass. Is that alright with you?" Hermione pointed to the little side table behind Harry. He nodded and moved towards the end of the couch to get the plate and the glass. There were three cookies and a half a glass of milk left. Hermione took a cookie and Harry took the other. They set the milk down for a moment, until Harry took a sip. After a while, Hermione did and before they knew it, they were already relishing the very last crumb of their cookie. They looked at each other.

"What are we going to do now?" Hermione asked, looking at the last sweet treat.

Harry took it and placed it just parallel to Hermione's face. "We are going to cut it in half." Harry let out a playful smile. Hermione did the same and held on the other half of the cookie.

"One, two, three…"

Cookie crumbs flew everywhere, large and small chunks swiftly falling to the carpet. Hermione giggled and brushed crumbs that were on her head and pajama sleeve. She then crawled towards Harry to brush his back, which apparently had cookie bits because he dove to the floor.

They continued brushing, spanking and patting each other's clothes and hair, laughing the whole time. Getting up, Harry then took a pillow and swept the red sofa clean and free from cookie tidbits.

"Isn't it chilly?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think so," Harry replied still doing his work, striking the sofa with the pillow. Playtime was over and they should be both getting rest. Hermione sighed and walked around the room, looking for something. Harry didn't pay much attention to her, when he suddenly felt the cold aura Hermione was talking about. Harry went to where he last saw his friend and just stared at the location.

The window was open. Hermione was gone.

"So that's how it went. I never got the chance to see who took her, but I was sure it was someone from Voldemort's side. I need to save her. How many days has she been in there? Five? Six? A week?"

Dumbledore just smiled, looking at the books Harry and Ron found. He checked the front, the first few pages and the back. Then he would laugh lightly. Harry did not understand. Dumbledore was like this nice jolly old "Santa" to him, and now, he's like making fun of him sneaking.

"Harry, you know what you're problem was? You didn't know where to look." Dumbledore took an old brown book, a thin one, and set it on the table. "You should have asked me. If it was for a good cause, you shouldn't run around in the middle of the night." The professor handed him the book. "Maybe this can help you."

Harry took the book, with tears in his eyes. At his first touch, he felt the hope for Hermione's survival. The answer was there. The doors opened a new light, and Harry's face lit up because of joy and pride. Dumbledore just nodded his head, and lightly patted Harry's shoulder. "You'll do fine."   

"Are you sure about this?" Harry was holding his wand, a few charms, some potions, and a couple of other gadgets. But those were not the most important. What was important was the little torn paper in his pocket.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine, ok? Just look for me around through the windows and if I say 'go', you say this." Harry gave Ron the spell in his pocket. With a last look, Harry went in the Dark Lord's castle. Ron's hands were clasped together, holding that important parchment in between his fingers. The spell, that was for desperate measures, the big Plan B.

~*~

Harry saw the man behind the bush. Though without his glasses ad even on his upside down state, he could see the lad's best feature: the hair. It was Ron. Finally, he found him, and just in time. Their last chance should work. And it will all happen after Harry's signal. Voldemort was circling around Harry, looking at his face. 'The young boy was looking at space. Foolish!' He then walked towards Hermione.

"Let's have a chat. What did my men do to you?"

"I'm guessing you already know. From their looks, it seems like they have been telling everyone they walked past by to. Especially you. They brag all about it in front of you, do they? Those horrid beasts!" Hermione replied, gathering all her courage to face the Dark Lord.

"Of course, it would be nice if I heard your side." They continued talking to each other, either calmly, like Voldemort's approach, or with a hiss and crisp tone, like what Hermione backfires. They were definitely not having a good conversation. Although this seemed to work for Harry, since Voldemort would be preoccupied for a few moments.

Ron's hair seemed to float, since Harry's vision was a blur, but then he noticed that the red color stopped, right in front of the window. He then knew Ron found him.

~*~

Harry clutched the book tightly. He walked with Ron, back to their house, excited to open the spells enclosed in it. He was reminded that those spells were effective, they had lots of benefits, aside from ultimate protection, however, there were consequences to think about. They had to find the best one.

"How about this one here." Ron pointed. "Makes the killer weaker than the tormented, however, once the moonlight shines on the tormentors face…he would…gain…ultimate pow-never mind," Ron went at the back of their red sofa to get a better view of the spells.

Harry skipped another page, then another, and another. Soon he was perspiring, finding out that the thin book was running out of pages to flip on, and running out of spells. Ron was cracking his knuckles; his eyes squinted to look for at least one good spell. 'No wonder why Dumbledore kept this for himself' he thought, biting his lower lip. The spells were very deadly, and the consequences were far better than what would happen to the people who were hurt.

'The Spells and Chants for the Enslaved, by Monswick Varploon…Varploon, I heard his name somewhere… these spells… How am I sure that these spells could help? The spells have effects so deadly; Voldemort would become the ultimate ruler in the wizard world.' He flipped the last page where five spells were. His finger pointed at the top, beside the first spell and slid it down. The second spell…

"Ron, look at this. If captured by a dark lord," they looked at each other, "or any person with evil intentions, this spell can be recited. Once the spell was said, the victim or victims are transported to a new dimension, somewhere far and oblivious to the wizard world. The tormentor cannot hurt them, in anyway. They would be immune. However," Harry inhaled deeply, ready for another consequence, hard to explain. "Once in that different world, their memory will be gone." Harry's heart sank. Lose your memory? Everything?  "To retrieve their past, they are to find the place where the spell was chanted to them, either by themselves or with help and go in it. Once in there, their recollection will take place, yet their immunity from the tormentors will be gone, and they would be vulnerable to the evil plans set for them once more."

Both just looked at the spell and it's description. Then Harry handed the book to him. He went up to the boy's dormitory. When he returned, he was holding a piece of paper and a quill. He copied the spell and then closed the book.

"Harry, are you really sure that's the best spell? I mean, losing your memory would make you forget about You-know-Who."

"But we are going to be safe from his cruel plans."

"But his henchmen could lure you to him. That doesn't count."

"And that's where you come along. Ron, you are going to find us and help us. No matter what we say or do to you. There isn't any better spell in there. I even read one where the victims are to be turned to alligators forever! This is it. The last choice."

Ron just nodded his head, speechless. He never knew that once this was said, his best friends lives are in his hands. Not to mention the life of the 'boy who lived'. This kind of responsibility was never given to him before, yet he understood.

"Do you know this Varploon guy? I think I saw his name before… in an article from the Daily Prophet!"

"Find that article Ron, while I look at these books." Harry and Ron were in the restricted section again.

"You know Harry, I think we should talk to Professor Dumbledore first. He said so himself, right?" Ron was leafing page after page, finding the article Harry said he had seen the name on.

"Ron, this isn't about saving Hermione. It's about knowing the background of this Varploon guy. The book that he wrote wasn't in the restricted section. It was with Dumbledore. You see how important that book could be?" Harry opened a thick blue book ad opened it halfway. He continued to flip the pages, as fast as he could, but as quietly as he can. This time, they decided not to go back to their headquarters, since they might run into people again along the way. They stayed on a dark corner. Ron sat beside him, clinging on to Harry's Invisibility Cloak, just in case.

Varploon, Monswick.

One of the best wizards ever known, Varploon has conducted many experiments and spells that could finally defeat the Dark Lord, or weaken him at the least. His studies have resulted into a book, which is the only copy and is now being held safe by his good friend, Albus Dumbledore, one of the few the Dark Lord cannot reach. Varploon's spells and potions were said to be effective yet were kept secret, since his spells and such had very dangerous effects especially to the ones who use it. You-know-who has been looking for him for many centuries, either to get his compilation of magical experiments or to kill him because of anger, we do not know up to this day. However, he was finally captured one night and was put to death through the Avada Kedavra curse. Many people were greatly disappointed at the loss of the clever wizard, who has, through his creations, even though having bad and strange effects, inspired people to continue his work and hope for the peace in the chaotic situation we experience with the Dark Lord.

            "At least we have a little background information about this guy. Tomorrow we go to the castle. You know what to do. You could stop looking now, Ron. The recent article was about his death, I think, or something in commemoration to him." Harry closed the book, placed it back on the third shelf where it was sitting and then went underneath the cloak.

~*~

"Say it!!! Now!!! Go!!!" Harry's scream was heard through the room. Hermione and Voldemort stopped their small talk and stared at the injured boy, looking like he was going… well…insane. Shouting to himself, saying go a number of times, his arms and feet shaking.

            Suddenly, Hermione was wrapped in a thin coat of pink and purple, two beautiful, mystical colors. Voldemort tried to grab her dress, but his hand went through, Hermione was becoming a spirit. Hermione teary-eyed was looking at Harry. 'Is this freedom?'

            Voldemort ran to Harry, who was also being surrounded by the thin sheet of colors. Voldemort's white hand reached out to the boy, but he was free from his chains. He ran towards the lad, but he passed through him.

            "What is this? Is it Varploon's magic? Rage was flowing on his veins, it was seen in his face. He tried a number of spells, yet nothing worked. It just passed through their bodies and disappeared in a spark.

            Harry could not believe it. It did work-they are left untouched, and are going to stay that way. Like little precious collectibles, they would not be smeared, not a fingerprint could be in contact with them; yet like a sheet of glass, even if it doesn't break nor doesn't get touched, just a breath of air can make it misty. Harry remembered the big consequence they are about to face.  Whilst their memory lasts, Harry walked over to the table where his gadgets were. He took this little necklace he had brought. Engraved in it was a little 'h'.  

            "Hermione, I am so sorry about the turn of events. This was not what we expected. I hope you would understand. Please wear this or at least keep it wherever you go; it will help you through what we are to do. This will help lead to the answer. Hold on to it." He gave Hermione the necklace, dropping it in Hermione's cupped arms. Hermione was not able to understand; yet she realized Harry's sacrifice. She held his hand and slowly hugged him, lightly, gratefully, lovingly. Time seemed to slow down amongst the two, and all Voldemort could do was watch, helpless. The colorful light faded away and so did the two, still hugging, knowing that no matter what place they end up in, apart or together, they would find each other.

            A little lady opened her eyes. She looked around, in the parks of London. She had slept in a bench, all through the night. She outstretched her arms and yawned. A little necklace fell form her hands. She picked it up and moved it closer to her, a look of confusion and curiosity in her face. It was odd. A little 'h' was imprinted in it.

"This is useless. I'll just throw this out," She reminded herself, when a realization struck her. Who am I again?

~*~

A/N: Well, that was the longest yet. Well, I was rushed because I just had to post this since I might be gone for weeks and there was a double chapter for chapter 2. I think I clicked it twice when I uploaded it so I just had to finish this one and replace it with the chapter 2 in the space where the third was supposed to be. I'm just a beginner in this uploading stuff, so go easy on me. (Fanfiction.net please don't delete my account…) I'm sorry if you guys got confused, in the double chapter and in the flashback issue so here is my final explanation.

The part where Harry was looking for books and them being caught by McGonagall was a flashback. Then Harry telling the story of him and Hermione cuddling was a flashback of the flashback, you know like, Harry was telling the story to Dumbledore. Get it? Then the part with the Varploon guy and the Gryffindor duo looking for the best spell was also a flashback of Harry's research about the man. I just had to include that since the spell has to have an origin.  In other words, this chapter was just full of flashbacks and the ones inside the symbol (~*~) are the present scenes. So do you understand? I hope you do. Please tell me what you think. Trashy or not, whatever, but of course it would be nice if you made it constructive criticism and not a flame.  

This really isn't one of my best chapters, I don't know why, but I liked the previous chapters better. Maybe it's because this was full of conversations and such. You know, the ones with the (") and (")…quotation marks…that's it!!! Wow, writing about this memory loss stuff makes me forget certain things. I got to go easy on this one.  So R/R and pardon me for saying a lot. Oh, and if you are really uncomfortable with the names of the wizards and such, it was because I invented them. I'm sorry if they're a bit out of this world but you wouldn't hear much about them after this. Sorry for misspelled words and grammatical errors. Bye!!!