A/N:  I promise to be more dedicated to updating if you read and review please.  Just a reminder that this is pre OOTP so certain things have not happened.

Disclaimer:  Haven't done one of these in a while but you all know it doesn't belong to me. Sadly.

"Get her!" Moody shouted as deatheater turned heel and ran.  Sirius smiled to himself. It was the perfect opportunity for him to find out where Voldemort's hideout was.  Moody could not go after her because of his wooden leg and Lupin was still involved in a struggle with two other death eaters.  Sirius did not fear for Lupin now that Moody was free.  He gave chase hoping to corner the deatheater before she dissipated. He would rescue Harry himself.

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Ron started to enter the room but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't you think it a bit odd that nobody is watching over them? She asked shaking her head at Ron's stupidity. Ron gave her a look of annoyance.

"Well smarty pants, how are we doing this?" he shot back.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead.  She was tired and she felt so strange, everything was beginning to get too much.

"I don't know Ron, just give me time to think," she answered wearily.

"We better find somewhere else to that because we cannot very well stand out here in the middle of the hallway!"

He peeked his head around a corner into a room full of mirrors.

"We can go in here, it's empty," he pointed out. "Geez Vol-de-mort must be quite vain to have all of these," he added in afterthought looking around the room.

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Snape's eyes snapped open when he heard someone calling softly to him.  Yet nobody was in the room besides Harry who was still ignoring him.  Closing his eyes he concentrated on the voice. It took a couple of seconds to realize it was familiar. 

'Dumbledore, he's close,' he concluded. Severus let out a sharp sigh.  Now he did not have to worry about a botched rescue attempt.  Honing in on his instincts, he tried to respond to Dumbledore.  It was easy at Hogwart's; the mind automatically carried the corridors, however in an unfamiliar environment, it took a lot more than habit. The headmaster and Potions Professor had shared this unique talent since Snape's arrival at Hogwarts for his first year as a student.  The old headmaster was almost a father to him although Severus could point out to anyone who dare say so, that Dumbledore did not always look after Snape's desires.  After all he had wanted to teach Defense of the Dark Arts for years, and had still not been given the opportunity.  There was no favoritism in the Headmasters decisions but Albus Dumbledore was always looking after the best interests of all.

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The twins had gotten themselves into a sticky situation, literally.  Fred and George were now covered in a golden sticky like substance.  It was not until George licked his lips out of desperation for moisture did the realize what it was that was keeping glued to the ground.

"Honey, Fred its honey!"  He told his twin gleefully.  Fred also stuck his tongue out and tasted the sweet syrup substance.

"You're right, except why on earth would 'You know who' do this?"

Before George could respond their question was answered. Somewhere in the distance they heard the sound of buzzing.

"This is not good," Fred grimaced now seeing the swarm heading towards them.

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Still bound, Harry was letting horrible thoughts or Snape and Hermione together take over his mind.  He could not shake the image that he had seen when he went to surprise Hermione. It was killing him, making the anger soar in him.  But unbeknown to Harry this was Voldemort's plan.  The angrier and out of control Harry Potter is the more control he would have.  There would be no escaping this time. 

Voldemort raised his hand to indicate enough.  Wormtail nodded and pulled the filthy whore away and zipped his master's pants.  He knew that the only desire Voldemort had was for Hermione, not even the most talented sucking could raise the urge without her. He only hoped his master would not be disappointed because when it came to affairs of the heart, nobody could predict the outcome. If Hermione choose The Master over Harry and Severus, he would gain the ultimate control; Dumbledore and his so-called Order would come crashing down. The thought of this gave Wormtail a bulge under his own robes, which he quickly concealed from his master.  Dragging the girl away from the secret chambers he put her to good use before killing her in a torturous way.

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Hermione leaned against the door and watched Ron giggle out his various reflections in the strange mirrors.  She felt kicking him and telling him how serious this was but she just lacked the energy.  She knew that there was only one way.  She would have to act if she had come back willingly, that she would marry him.  Surely it would be diversion enough for Ron to get to Harry and Severus.

"Ron?"  She looked around the room but he was gone.

"Ron!!!!"

"Shhh, they will hear you," he said suddenly appearing from behind a mirror that he had been examining.

"I take it you have a plan," he said with a smile. Hermione rolled her eyes, but managed a weak smile.