Authors Notes: Notes and reviews at the end of the chapter...
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Chapter Fifteen

Harry pulled on the chains that bound him to the stone pillar futilely.
Was there a secret meeting place where dark wizards met and decided which of them was going to take a position as the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts? It was a feat of odds to have three of five teachers working for or with Voldemort. And another didn't even know what he was teaching.
He tugged on the chains again, harder.
In the two minutes since the Deatheaters left nothing more than their predicament was revealed… the obvious was that they were in a lot of trouble.
A soft sobbing reminded him of Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister from the TriWizard Tournament last year. So far he counted himself, Hermione, Ron, Neville, three Hufflepuffs: Justin, Susan and Hannah, Gabrielle, an American witch called Stacey Signi, an two older Italian twins called Niko and Cirocco Dante, as well as a Polish girl called Freda Fine and a Bulgarian wizard named Alfred Palski.
Their only source of light came from a window behind them, casting dim moonlit shadows and Harry wondered what on Earth Voldemort would want with thirteen students -it didn't fit with his previous experiences of threats and torture.
The sound of wood grating against stone bought all their attentions to the murky darkness ahead.
Glowing crimson eyes assured Harry who it was.
"What do you want?"

The insane being, (Harry couldn't bear to think that at one point it was a boy who used to attend Hogwarts so many years ago) cackled.

"Nothing." Gliding from the shadows he stood before Harry, observing him. "Not all the guests have arrived and the audience is only just getting through the entrance. Why would I defeat you once and for all and all you pathetic children, without anybody to watch?"
Next to Hermione, Gabrielle's cries got louder. Desperately trying to calm the girl, Hermione began whispering to her, offering as much comfort as she could whilst having both their arms tied up to a pillar.
"Ah, here they come." Averting his gaze he stepped to the side, returning to the darkness.

With a rush of spells, hexes and curses figures began crowding through the doorway. Some, clothed in the garb of Deatheaters were on the defensive as members of the Order of the Phoenix pushed forwards.
Harry's elation was short-lived. Voldemort's was extended.
A fresh wave of Deatheaters emerged from their previously silent and unseen vigils, invisible in the shadows, surrounding the would-be rescuers in one swift movement.
Flanked by two of his loyal followers, the snake-like being made his presence known.
"Give me Sirius Black and Yesminda Beyan, and I will not harm the children."

Sirius and Yesi immediately made to step forward but Dumbledore held a hand out.
"He knows about the prophecy, it's a trick."

"Their lives are worth more than the prophecy!" said Yesi, glowering at their captors.

"If you go to him he'll kill all of you. If you don't he has no reason to kill them, he has to kill all of you in one sweep to end the prophecy."

Voldemort hissed a menacing cackle, and with a wave of his hand Tasny walked in with Orion at wand point.
Voice taunting he leered at the adults enclosed by his Deatheaters.
"You'll both come if you want his daughter to live."

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Authors Notes: Since i get about 2 reviews a chapter and it's getting hard to write... i'm focusing on my other stories at the moment, so sorry about the short, shitty and far-between chapters :S

Review Thank You's-
Name1: haaay :) i like new reviewers! sorry about the shortness :S
Walk Through Shadows: sigh i am i am... just not very motivated with it any more :(