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Chapter 31: The Curse With No Name

"What are we going to do, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Well, simply put, we have to get Jesabelle and bring her back, and then prove her innocence." Harry said.

It was three in the afternoon that day, and Harry and the others were sitting by the lake, discussing their plans.

"How?" Ginny asked. "I bet you all the money I have that the Order won't tell us anything, especially since they want to keep us out of trouble."

"That's why we're going to have to bend a few rules." Harry said.

"What do you have in mind?" Ron asked.

"It's like this," Harry began.

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Rain fell upon Malfoy Manor as Narcissa and Draco Malfoy spoke in her private office. Lucius was still at Azkaban, they had the house to themselves.

"We have to help her escape, Mother! " Draco said.

"You and I both know that to help her escape now is suicide!" Narcissa said.

"You know what the Dark Lord is planning to do, mum!" Draco yelled. "We can't let him do that to her."

"We have to place our faith in the Ministry, that they will arrive in time." Narcissa said.

"Mum! Listen to yourself!" Draco yelled. "Voldemort has wiggled his way out of a lot of things. By the time the Ministry comes, we would long gone; Jesabelle would be long gone!"

"Then what can we do, Draco?" Narcissa asked. "I don't like sitting around and waiting for him to carry his plan as much as you do. But what can we do about it? We don't have enough Death Eaters on our side to even formulate a plan! We're on our own!"

"So you're telling me that we should just let him do it?!" Draco said, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"What other choice do we have?' Narcissa asked, close to tears. She got up from her desk, and walked towards Draco.

"We have to watch her suffer." Draco said, his voice shaking.

"I know, love, I know." Narcissa said, embracing her son tightly. "We just have to hold to hope."

"Potter will come." Draco suddenly said, making Narcissa pull back from him.

"Harry Potter?" Narcissa asked.

"He still cares for her." Draco said sternly. "Harry Potter will come for her; he will fight Voldemort and escape again. Harry will save her."

"Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing?" Narcissa asked incredulously. "You're placing all your faith in the one person you completely loathe and hate. What are you drinking?"

"I'm not drinking anything, Mother." Draco said, smiling at her accusation. "Besides, who said I still hated him?"

"She really did change you." Narcissa whispered, her unshed tears finally falling. "You have become a man."

"Yes, mum, I believe I finally have." Draco said.

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"Come on Tonks!" Harry said. "You have to convince them to let us help!"

"You heard what Dumbledore said." Tonks said, putting a pile of books in a box. They were in Tonks' office. Tonks was doing a bit of cleaning. "You all have to sit this one out."

"But," Ginny began.

"I know, you've survived before." Tonks said, looking at Ron. "But that was just against a handful of Death Eaters. Who knows how many there are this time? There could be more than a hundred!"

"It's a risk we're willing to take." Neville said, while the others nodded.

"I believe you, I really do, and I won't give you the whole, 'Are you sure you know what you're getting yourselves into?' speech, and I know I would do the same thing in your position, but you have to understand, this time, the odds are different, most of the Order aren't even sure that all of us will come out alive." Tonks said.

She paused.

"You all have a future ahead of you." Tonks said. "I understand how you fell about this; I'm only about a decade older than you. I'm not old yet, and I haven't lost that young feeling either; that feeling that risks are what makes life adventurous. But, why put your future at risk? Why fight now, when you can save yourselves for the war we all know is coming?"

"I admit, I sound like the others, but it's true. Harry, the chances of you getting killed in these situations are only increasing. The same goes for all of you. Any one of you could be kidnapped, or controlled by the Dark Lord. You could be used as leverage by him! You could be used against us!"

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't risk you lives to save Jesabelle." She said. "If she was here, and she what was going to happen and we couldn't stop it, she would have told you the same thing. You know that, I know that."

Harry and the others looked at each other. Tonks had a point.

"On one of the few times we spoke of personal matters, she made me swear to her that if anything were to happen, if her father was able to get her back by some way or another, that I would not allow you to jeopardize your future."

"She made you promise what?" Neville asked.

"You heard me right." Tonks replied. "She was anticipating some action from her father."

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"Somehow, someway, they will find out the truth. I know that they will not take the news well. But, if by some strange reason, they want to come after me, stop them. I love all of them enough to tell you please, Tonks, tell them not to risk their future for me."

"If I die, so be it, it was my destiny, but do let them throw themselves into danger, for they are worth more to the world than I am. If I die, then ensure their safety, make sure that they live on, so that they will fight and finally defeat my father, so that the souls of those lives he took away would be at peace."

"The world needs them more than they need me. It is because of them that I continue to go against him, that I still fight and not give up. I fight for them, not for myself. Protect them, Tonks, it is my only wish. If I were to die, my soul would be at rest knowing that they will continue the struggle, and still have each other."

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"She said that?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Tonks said. "She did, and she's right. No matter how long you argue with me, no matter what you say, I have to keep my word. I want to keep my word. I'm not going to break my promise to her; she has her heart in the right place when it comes down to you, all of you."

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June 18, 2003 Friday

I say again, time travels slowly. I have nothing to do but sit around, or rather, lay around. My arm hurts even as I write now, for I am still very weak from my run-in with the Dementor.

I have enough insanity to actually think about thanking the Death Eater who saved me. Saved me? Why does that sound, well, not right? I actually want to thank him for healing me, too. Narcissa is beginning to rub off on me.

Speaking of Narcissa, I heard from the Death Eaters that she returned home, back to Malfoy Manor. I suppose she's probably retrieving Draco for the Initiation Ceremony.

Some Death Eaters are shipping out, from what I can tell, only about a handful of them are left, that should even the odds for the Ministry, if they're coming. There should be about a hundred of them left. Voldemort probably doesn't want to waste his men.

I wonder how Draco's doing. For some reason, I kept having dreams about him. It was like all the good memories the Dementors took away from me were coming back. It was like I was taking back what was mine, which rarely happens when hanging around them too long, if not at all.

It's all very strange, and I'm beginning to think that my father is putting pictures in my mind again, as another "test". But then again, these memories are real. That's the thing that scares me; I'm beginning to remember everything. I don't know why I am afraid, I just am, I guess.

Questions fly all around my head. I can only do so much to stop from being dizzy, but one question stands out from all the others.

Do I still really love Draco Malfoy?

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Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound flooded into the Headmaster's office, where some of the members of the Order were gathered. Here stood Tonks, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Shacklebolt, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Moody, and Remus.

It was midnight, the time ticking away, bringing in June 19, 2003, Saturday.

"Come in." Dumbledore said, already suspecting who came to see him.

Harry and the others stepped in, wearing traveling cloaks and dressed for action.

"What is going on?" Molly asked.

"We're coming with you." Harry said simply, sternly.

"You are going to sit this one out!" Molly said, stamping her foot in frustration.

"No we are not!" Ginny said.

"Listen," Neville said. "Tonks. After what you told us earlier on, Jesabelle does not want us to jeopardize our future. We appreciate her concern, which is why we're here. We're not here to honor it; we're here to make sure that she will be a part of that future."

"Neville," Tonks began.

"We're not finished, yet." Luna said, cutting her off. "Let me ask you, why are you putting yourselves in danger for her?"

The Order looked at each other, surprised by the sudden question.

"And don't tell us that you're doing it because it's the right thing, we already know that." Hermione said.

"Remus." Luna said, looking at him. "You hardly know Jesabelle that well. Molly, Arthur, bless your souls but the same goes for you, and you Shacklebolt, and even you, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall!"

"Why are you putting yourselves on the line for her?" Neville asked seriously.

"Because we did know her, at least, her story." Remus said.

"Yes." McGonagall said, nodding slightly. "We knew everything from the start. Dumbledore's judgment was as good as our judgment as well. When we heard the entire story, Dumbledore didn't even need to ask most of the Order to help her. We all jumped on it immediately."

"Besides," Remus said, "Some of us already knew her Mother."

"You knew my Aunt Gema?" Harry asked.

"Naturally." Remus said. "Being as she was James' older sister, she was the one who was able to get us out on our little trips in the first place, let alone cover for us when we needed to be covered. But that's beside the point. Most of us knew Gema. She was almost like family to us."

"A fine young woman." McGonagall said, agreeing with Remus. "If there was any woman who could raise a child the right way, she was the one."

"That is why we want to help Jesabelle." Arthur said. "Because we want to honor her Mother's soul in protecting her, and you."

There was silence as Harry and the others processed this new piece of information.

"Look, we know that you don't want us to go along, and believe me, you all know damn well that even though you say we can't come, we always manage to get in on it all the time." Harry said. "You might as well save yourselves the trouble and let us come along."

"We love Jesabelle." Ginny said. "We want to give her another chance, and we're willing to fight to bring her back."

Silence once again filled the room as McGonagall looked at Dumbledore. He sighed slightly, and nodded.

"Travel light." He said. "We've got quite the journey ahead of us."

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Draco walked out to the top of the tower, bending down on one knee before the Dark Lord, the smell of the sea surrounding Azkaban reaching his nose.

"You have done well, Young Malfoy." Voldemort said.

"I am pleased, my Lord, I only live to serve you." Draco said.

"Good." Voldemort said. "You are ready for the Initiation."

"What will you have me do, my Lord?" Draco asked.

"You are going to help me with my plan for my daughter." Voldemort said. "You will play a big Part. You should be honored."

"I am, my Lord." Draco said. "I will carry out your will."

"Good." Voldemort said again, sneering.

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June 19, 2003 Saturday

I am angry with myself. But, what's new these days? I keep thinking that Harry and the others will come and rescue me. How can I think of such things? They despise me, that I know for sure. Besides, even if they wanted to, Tonks is bound by her promise to me. But even I know that Harry will find a way to work around it, no matter how right I am. I seem noble in my promise. I remember it well.

I really don't want to damage their future. I know in my heart that if they do come and try and save me, that they will survive. They always survive. But another part of me is afraid that maybe this battle might determine the course of the future.

The Last Battle may be coming. It all fits together. Voldemort gathers all evil to him, and then uses it to attack with brute force. Azkaban was just the first step, next will be the Ministry, then England, then pretty soon, the whole world. Hope is slipping away from my fingers.

If this is the Last Battle, will he win? Will we win? Or will we live to fight another day? Another battle?

Where do I fit in this, there is no prophecy surrounding me, I am not connected in some ancient way. I seem to be a puzzle in the wrong puzzle box, but the fact still remains, Voldemort can use me to get into the confines of Dumbledore and the Ministry.

What is the Ministry going to do about the Azkaban situation? I have not heard any new from anyone, it all seems to quiet around here. Voldemort has not come to see me either. I am suspicious, and afraid.

What is he planning? What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kidnap Harry? What about Ginny, and Hermione, and Ron, and Neville, and Luna? What about them? Where is Narcissa? Where is Draco?

I hate not knowing the answers to the questions that surround me, oh mum, I wish you were here, I need your guidance.

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Night fell upon Azkaban as Jesabelle fought to escape from her cell. She had tried countless times that day, much to the entertainment of the Death Eaters standing guard. She spat out at them twice, and they laughed even harder, seeing her expression of frustration and anger.

Time ticked by, weaving in ten o'clock that night, as Jesabelle slumped against the wall again, giving up the cause. How was she supposed to get out when she didn't even have a wand? She really was going mad.

Eleven o'clock rolled around. Jesabelle was looking out of her window, and into the starless night, the crescent moon covered by the clouds. A storm was coming, she could see the dark clouds around coming around to settle over the prison. Draco, she thought, why did you leave me?

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when clicking sounds were once again heard from her door, swinging open to reveal Arnold Rockwood and Lucius Malfoy, three other masked Death Eaters behind them.

"What, come to take the bad girl away?" Jesabelle asked sarcastically.

"Exactly." Rockwood said. "Stupefy!"

Jesabelle's world went black.

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"I wish I wore another cloak over this one." Hermione said.

"So do I." Neville said.

They, along with the Order, landed in a safe clearing near a wizarding village in northern England, where they were to head to a harbor to retrieve a boat.

"No time for chit chat." Moody said. "Keep moving."

They all nodded and held tightly on to their brooms as they walked towards the village. They crept through the forest surrounding it and came around to a small cottage in a clearing not too far away from the village.

Slowly, Dumbledore knocked silently on the door. It opened to reveal an elderly wizard with graying hair.

"Good evening, Andrew." Dumbledore said.

"Albus!" the man named Andrew said. "Right on schedule. Come in, come in."

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Harry and the others gathered in a corner of the room while the Order spoke with Dumbledore.

Members of the Order who were going to aid in the rescue were Moody, Remus, Molly, Arthur, Tonks, McGonagall, the man named Andrew, Percy, Hestia Jones, Shackletbolt, Emmeline Vance, Dedalus Diggle, Sturgis Podmore, and of course, Harry and the others. Snape had already journeyed to Azkaban keep his cover.

"Here's the plan." Dumbledore said, as Hestia produced a blueprint of Azkaban on the table before them.

"We take the boat halfway, and then swim the other half, using the Bubble-Head Charms. We scale the walls, and take out those who are guarding the outer rims." He continued pointing at the walls surrounding the prison.

"From what Serverus has told us, most of the Death Eaters have been sent back, so only about a hundred or so, less than one hundred and fifty of them of them are left. The odds are fairly well. After taking out the guards, we slowly approach the inside. Molly, Arthur, Vance, Diggle, and Podmore, you will search the lower levels. Andrew, Shackletbolt, Moody, McGonagall, Jones, and myself will search the middle levels. And Remus, you, Harry, Ginny, and the others will take care of the higher levels."

"When is the Ministry going to perform the spell?" Harry asked.

"Monday, June 21st." Shackletbolt said.

The others nodded and they ate a light meal, and then set off half an hour later.

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Jesabelle stirred slightly, her vision blurred. She opened her eyes slowly, letting herself adjust to the slightly dim light above.

"Wake up, darling." A cold voice said, amused.

Her vision cleared and Voldemort was standing before, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Father?" she whispered questioningly.

"Welcome to our special assembly, Jesabelle." Voldemort said.

Jesabelle tried to move, but she was chained to a stone wall, her arms on either side of her head. She was slumped over, kneeling on the ground. She looked around to seen that she was in a room big enough to hold about twenty people. There were chairs situated a few feet before her, already occupied by important Death Eaters chosen to view the "show".

Jesabelle looked down the line and saw Belatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Arnold and Augustus Rockwood, and a few others she did not recognize. But, wait, in the back row, Narcissa and Snape sat, speaking to each other, concerned looks on their faces.

"What are you going to do to me?" Jesabelle asked.

"It's simple really." Voldemort said. "Have you ever heard of the curse with no name?"

"Well, if it doesn't have a name, goes to show that I probably don't know what it is." Jesabelle said.

Voldemort laughed at her defiance. Jesabelle felt cold chills go down her spine.

"Very spiteful my Lord." Lestrange said, grinning.

"Yes, very." Lucius said, agreeing.

"She takes after her father." Another Death Eater said, a female.

Voldemort smirked. "Well, The Curse with No Name is another form of the Cruciatus Curse. It is another form of torture, except it doesn't torture you physically, it tortures you emotionally."

Jesabelle's eyes grew wide despite herself.

"You're, you're," she began, stuttering.

"Yes, I am going to place the curse upon you." Voldemort said.

"Why?" Jesabelle asked.

"Well, that's for me to know and you to find out." Voldemort said, snapping his fingers. Two masked Death Eaters came in, dragging another man into the room, the hood of his cloak over his head.

"You see," Voldemort continued, as the man was thrown at his feet, making a coughing noise. "In order for the curse to be placed upon you properly, you have to be put under the worst emotional torture possible."

He paused. "And this," he said picking up the man, removing the hood, revealing his face, "is the way by which we shall carry it out."

Jesabelle gasped. The man was Draco Malfoy.

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"No." she said. "Leave him out of this!" She screamed, struggling with the chains.

Draco looked terrible, his lip cut, blood dripping out from his mouth and onto the stone floor. His grey eyes scanned the room and locked with Jesabelle's.

Jesabelle continued to struggle in vain. Voldemort threw Draco to the floor and walked over to Jesabelle, his wand outstretched.

"Il dolore di morte." He said, the tip of his wand pointing towards her heart.

Jesabelle stiffened as he body grew cold, she suddenly felt weak. She slumped over, her head hanging. She looked up at him, still struggling slightly.

"Esserà la sua fine." Voldemort continued, pointing his wand to the middle of Jesabelle's forehead.

Jesabelle understood what he was saying. He was speaking Italian.

~The pain of death shall be your end.~

That's what he said. He was reciting a spell. Jesabelle suddenly felt warmth traveling through her and up to her fingertips. Two Death Eaters walked over and one held her down while the other forced a hot potion into her mouth.

"Argh!" she screamed.

"So it begins." Voldemort said. He stepped over to Draco and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Jesabelle, realizing what was happening, struggled even more with the chains, as the other Death Eaters looked on.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, pointing at Draco.

Draco began to twitch violently.

"No!" Jesabelle screamed. "Leave him alone!"

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled even more forcefully. Draco twitched even more violently.

"NOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle yelled. She felt instant pain and she jerked forward, looking at her arms. Her wounds were opening again. Every cut and gash she endured for the past week reopened, as Jesabelle fought to break free.

Voldemort laughed, seeing Jesabelle's pain. "La tortura emotiva premerà il grilletto la sua punizione." He yelled, pointing his wand once more towards Jesabelle.

~The emotional torture will trigger your punishment.~

Voldemort removed a whip and whipped Draco's back. Lying on the ground, Draco arched forward, gritting his teeth.

"Da questa notte su, lei sarà condannato." Voldemort said.

~From this night on, you shall be condemned.~

Voldemort whipped him again.

The stone walls echoed Jesabelle's desperate cries.

Tears filled her eyes and washed over Jesabelle's face as the pain of her wounds equaled the pain of her heart. She looked at Lucius.

"You bastard!" she yelled, jerking slightly. "He's torturing you son! Will you nothing to stop him?"

"I have no son." Lucius said.

Voldemort whipped Draco again, this time, he cried out in agony.

"Stop! Please!" Jesabelle cried out. "No! Please!"

Voldemort laughed, the other Death Eaters joining with him, their voice echoing off the walls.

"You sick, sick, people!" Jesabelle cried out, her tears falling like rain upon the stone floor as Voldemort landed another blow.

Draco collapsed on the ground, his back cut and bleeding.

"Jesabelle." He whispered, extending his arm. He was only a foot and a half away from her.

"Draco." She said as Voldemort whipped him again.

"I love you." He whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Jesabelle's eyes filled with even more tears.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled. Draco twitched and twitched, crying out.

"SSTTTTOOOOOOOPPPPPP!" Jesabelle yelled.

Voldemort stopped, and looked at her.

"Lei viverà su, il dolore della sua morte pesando giù sul suo cuore solitario." He hissed.

~You shall live on, the pain of his death weighing down on your lonely heart.~

Jesabelle struggled even more.

"No." she said. "No."

Voldemort pointed his wand toward Draco. "Avada Kedavra."

"DRACOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle cried out as the flash of green light blinded her and Draco's body went limp.

"Dunque fa è il suo destino." Voldemort said.

~So shall it be your fate."

"So shall it be done." Voldemort hissed, slowly walking out of the room, the rest of the Death Eaters following behind.

Narcissa rose and looked towards Jesabelle, her face stoic. She had placed a spell on her so she would not weep. Then she too left, the last image on her mind before closing the dungeon door was of Jesabelle, hanging on the wall, blood flowing from her body, and of her son, dead.

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Poor Jesabelle! (blows nose on tissue and dabs eyes). Damn that Voldemort!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Just in case the things ~insert text in here~ you saw in those were the translations to what Voldemort was saying.

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Chapter 32: Harry and the others invade Azkaban.