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A/N: Thank GOD exams are finally over, though when I get the results back I may not be able to go on the computer for a while because I did so bad in French. Any way you don't want to here about my troubles, you want to read the chapter. But before that I would like to say that I know the last few chapters were boring but it will get more interesting. I hope you enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW! They make me so happy.

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Chapter 11: Four Views

Lily's View:

She sat in a room that seemed out of place in the prison. She was alone in the room for the first time since she arrived here. She sat on the bed trying to gain the strength to get up and walk around. She eventually did get up but her walk was heavy and she was wobbly on her feet.

Seven people, that was how many people had gotten inside her without her permission. Although she always struggled under their grip, she always lost in the end; she was never a strong person. She worried about James and Harry and wondered what they were going through. They obviously were not being abuse in the way she was but her husband and only son were being mistreated and to a mother that is the worst thing that can be done.

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, she felt disgraceful. She was wearing a short skirt that you could see her underwear if she even bent over a little and a tight see through shirt. The clothes could make everyone see every curve on her body, something she only wanted her husband to see and already at least seven people saw her like this, not including the numerous people who would watch the whole ordeal.

Yet she would take much worse then this if she knew that Harry and James were out of their cell and trying to get on with their lives without her. Then her hands moved toward the lower part of her stomach, it had been four weeks and she still had not told James. She was afraid to, because of what happened to Samantha, that he would not want another child, especially if it was a girl. But she would never get a chance to tell him or Harry, but what she feared most was if Voldemort's followers found out. They would get rid of it, but Lily would not let them if they tried. She would escape from this place, but she did not know how.

The door suddenly opened and Lily removed her hand from her stomach and faced the door and saw a short black cloaked figure enter the room.

"Here comes number eight," Lily thought.

When he got closer to her he started feeling up her arm, but she immediately moved her arm away. His touch was familiar to her, too familiar.

"No," Lily said, "You wouldn't do this to me, even though you are a traitor."

"You are the reason why I turned over," Peter said taking off his cloak and throwing it on the chair that was in the room.

"What?" Lily asked softly.

"You were to good for James yet I was the only one who seemed to see it. So I made an accord with," Peter took a pause there because he was too afraid to say his master's name. "We agreed that I would give (pause) Harry and James and I would get you to have for myself."

Lily just looked at him with shock, "So this was all to get back at James for loving me?"

"I don't want to talk about, let's just get started." Peter said.

"Since when did you become able to not stutter when speaking?" Lily asked trying to anger him.

"I always could. I just talk like that to put on an act. No one knows the real me and the powers I have acquired over the years." Peter said moving toward Lily who was backing away from him and ended up falling onto the bed.

He then jumped on her and said, "Just think of me as James and I am sure you will be fine."

"You will never be half the man James is." Lily said defending her husband.

But that remark earned her a slap on the face and he said, "Fine then, be difficult."

James's View:

The cell had a leak in it and it was dripping what looked like water. James was sick of this, his family needed help and there was no way out of the cell. Trust him he had searched everywhere.

He was bleeding himself from many different spots from Voldemort and his followers trying to get him to join their side, but James did not like to show weakness, even though this cuts caused him great pain. He had seen many of Voldemort's followers come into his cell but not the one he hated the most, Peter.

Peter was always jealous of him, Sirius, and Remus. Sometimes Peter seemed as though he wanted Remus's condition just to get special attention from people. But why he wanted more attention was beyond James. Peter was one of their group and although sometimes they did leave him out, he was and always was one of the guys. In school and in the later years they were all the best of friends. But now, James would never be able to forgive him for what he did.

How could he have been so stupid as to not see through Peter's act. James and Sirius were always the brightest in school and could always sniff out any lies, although Sirius did most of the "sniffing." James laughed at the memory of his lost friend.

Sirius and him had been friends since before James could remember. They met through a meeting their parents attended and had been friends ever since. Although the first few years of their friendship was mainly though letters they became even closer when they enter Hogwarts. Hogwarts, the place that brought James his greatest joy and greatest pain. It was the place that he befriended a werewolf and helped him realize he was more then just that, wrote the Marauder's Map with the help of his friends, turned into a different creature every full moon, and met the love of his life Lily Evans.

Sirius had been there to support him through every loss as well. When his parents had died in his seventh year, the struggle of getting Lily to go out with him and all of the detentions they had. He was always there to lend a helping hand in any situation. Even though he was not a person to get help from others, he was always there to give it. In fact the only time Sirius talked about anything related to his problems was the day he showed up at James' window. It was raining that night and the wind was blowing in all directions at remarkable speeds. James did not know how Sirius flew the great distance between their homes in that weather but he guessed all the foul weather that they played Quidditch in help get him through it. Sirius knocked on James' window, with all his stuff, and came inside his room.

Although James asked him what happened, all Sirius would say was, "I left and I am never going back."

James never did find out what happened that night, yet he still wondered about it everyday it came to his mind. Sirius had been angry with his parents before but it never was bad enough for him to leave. But whatever the reason, Sirius stayed the rest of the summer by James' house and never set a foot in that home again. God only knows what being in that house would do to him, what memories it would bring back.

James snapped himself out of his trance and shook his head.

"No sense dwelling on the past," James said to himself, "it will only make you even more crazy."

"Look James," James said to himself again, "not only are you talking to yourself but you are referring to yourself in the third person."

James just laughed at himself.

"I don't think your situation is very funny Mr. Potter," Destiny said to James bringing him some better food then water and moldy bread.

"Thank you, but I am not hungry," James told the girl, for he did not know her name.

"You would best be eating that, I don't know what Voldemort has planned for you but it would be better if you were strong enough to defend yourself."

"I am always able to defend myself and everyone I care for." James said getting his arrogant voice back again; he had not sounded like that since sixth year.

Destiny then went over to his arm and started cleaning his cuts, but James pulled away.

"I am only trying to help you!" Destiny yelled.

"I don't trust you, you're one with Voldemort. Anyone teamed with him can't be trusted with anything." James said.

"You really haven't changed have you, you are just like that sixteen year old boy who would hex people in the halls of Hogwarts just for fun and pick on Snape--"

"How do you know about that, you are only around my sons age? Never mind, I think I know who told you." James said.

"No Voldemort did not tell me, he doesn't pay attention to details like that. All he knows about you and Harry is that his wants you dead, but not just yet."

"Well," James said, "if he did not tell you, how do you know all that stuff?"

"I just know, does it matter how I got my information. Your reaction has proved that my source is correct." Destiny said with a bit of attitude.

Destiny again tried to reach over and grab James's arm but again he took it away.

"Why can't you trust me!" she yelled, " Can't you see you are not the only prisoner here!"

"How can you be, you have no restraints!" James yelled back.

Destiny got up and headed for the door, but before she left said, "Not all chains are made of metal or iron."

Destiny's View:

As she left James's cell she grunted with anger and mumbled, "I hope Harry's likeness to his father in only skin deep."

"Have you seen something else," a cold voice said to Destiny.

"Not yet," Destiny said trying to hold her tongue.

"Well I will have to be watching you, you have not had one for a while," Voldemort said.

Destiny just ignored him and just looked at the wall behind him, she hated making eye contact with him.

"You know, maybe I am being to gentle with you," he said moving closer to her, "maybe if I anger you they will come sooner."

"You can't rush them, they just come." Destiny said.

"Fine, but my servants will be around to check on you so if it does happen, they will witness it." Voldemort said.

"May I go now Voldemort," she was one of few who would say his name instead of 'Master,' "for I have work to do?"

"GO!" he said yelling because of the way she addressed him.

So she left in a hurry to her 'room' to have some quiet time to herself. There on her small dresser, if one could really call it that, was a picture of her family. Her parents, her four sisters and one brother, all of whom were dead because of Voldemort. Although she barely had any memory of them, they could not be any worse then what she was going through now. Destiny did not want anyone else to go through what she did, that was why she helped the prisoners who came here. So they did not feel the pain she felt.

Then she thought of the Potter's, but especially Harry. He would probably end up just like her, only remaining in existence because of their magical abilities. She hated being used like that but she forced herself to think her power was a good thing, that it was the only reason she was alive. But she wished for death. Death was what she dreamed for everyday. In death she would meet her family and they all could live in peace, wherever the souls of the dead went.

She would help him. Someway she would help them get out of this place and live a good life. So she got out a peace of paper and scribbled a drawing on it, on the back she wrote some notes. She then folded it up and put it in her pocket.

Harry's View:

"There has to be a way out of here," Harry thought.

He had to see his parents again to make sure they were ok, if they weren't he would never forgive himself. He searched around every corner to try and find a loose side of the wall, but none was found. It seemed the only way out was the way everyone was coming in.

"Harry, here I brought you some food," Destiny said coming in the cell.

"I really am not hungry," Harry said.

"Well," she said hinting that she was about to say something important, "you might want to try the fish."

Harry looked at the fish, it was only the head of the fish but in the mouth was an off white paper.

"I think I will," Harry said.

"Good," Destiny said, "well I best be going, lots of other people to check up on."

Destiny then left with a smile on her face and a soul full of confidence.

Harry just sat there confused as he pulled out the paper until he realized what it was…a map of the prison.

A/N: WOW, this is my longest chapter. This is the last chapter I am planning to have different views, I just did that so everyone knows what everyone in the story is going through and what they are thinking. I did not do a lot on Harry because you always know what he thinks. Anyway PLEASE REVIEW!