Author's note: I'm baaack! Sorry for da long wait, guys! I've been working on another story on my other s/n.

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Dragonfirechick: Eep! I forgot to add the part where the news says that Voldie's supporters got loose! My bad! BIG TYPO!!! EEEK!!!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING I SAY!!!! Well...except for Haylie. Duh.

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Lucius got shakily to his feet.

"But...but isn't Potter stronger now? I'm sure after...after last year, Dumbledore would train him," he said.

"Yes, but he wouldn't try to hurt his girlfriend, would he?"

(A/N: Yeah, I know that was a short little segment there, but oh well)

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Two weeks passed after Lucius' meeting with the Dark Lord. The Hogsmead trip was in a day. Haylie and Harry were still a little awkward around each other, but they were on good terms.

Hermione and Ron, however, were an official couple. Not even Malfoy could break them up with his malicious comments.

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"RON! HURRY UP!" Hermione yelled up to the boys' dorm room.

"I'm coming! Pig just delivered a letter from Bill," Ron said, running down the staircase. Haylie and Harry smiled at each other. Even though Ron was her boyfriend, Hermione was still as bossy as ever to him.

The four then walked outside where everyone (3rd years and up) crowed, impatient to get to Hogsmead. After McGonagall did a head count, the group swarmed to Hogsmead.

Harry, Haylie, Ron, and Hermione first went to the Shrieking Shack, as always. However, Harry was looking reluctant to go, even though he tried to hide it. He couldn't help but think of the night he first met Sirius. The other three, realizing this a little too late, decided to leave only a minute after they arrived.

"Hey, Harry, want to go to Zonko's?" Ron asked. Harry seemed a little relieved.

"Sure," he replied. "Maybe they have some of Fred and George's stuff there." The two buds walked off down the street, leaving Hermione and Haylie at the Shack.

"That was nice of them," Hermione said sarcastically. Haylie laughed...then stopped in mid-giggle. A strange, yet wonderful sensation washed over her.

"Hermione...can I meet up with you later?" she said in an oddly stupefied voice. "I want to be alone right now."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, a little confused.

"Yes. I'll meet you at Madam Rosmerta's in an hour," she replied simply. Hermione just nodded and walked off, eyeing Haylie over her shoulder.

When Hermione was out of sight, Haylie snapped out of her daze. She felt a little lighted headed, so she sat down on the grass.

"Whoa...what just hap..."

"Stupify!"

Just before Haylie lost consciousness, she saw a tall man wearing a cloak and a black mask that was hiding his face.

Then...blackness.

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Haylie's head hurt when she awoke. For some reason, she felt extremely weak, and she couldn't move. She was strapped to something. Afraid of where she might be, she resisted to open her eyes. She heard a door near to her open, and then close.

"Lock the door," an undeniably evil voice commanded. She heard footfalls coming toward her. Her stomach clenched in panic.

"Open your eyes, girl," the same voice hissed. Something forced Haylie to open her eyes. When she did, she was horrified by the face that appeared no more then two feet away from her. It was chalky white and had red snake-like eyes. That face scared her out of her wits.

"Who-who are you?" Haylie finally choked out. "What am I doing here?" The man...no, it was to evil to be a man...the creature laughed cruelly.

"I, my dear, am Lord Voldemort," the Dark Lord said. "The greatest wizard of all time..."

Haylie's spirits lightened a bit when she heard the arrogant remark, but were downcast at Voldemort's next words.

"You are here to service me. To provide me with information," he said, leaning over to her.

"I know nothing," she replied.

"Ah, but other sources tell me otherwise," he said nastily. "You hear the portraits in Dumbledore's office, do you not?"

Haylie then understood what he was talking about. If he knew that, he knew everything about her. Including her... 'condition'. She was rattled by this sudden news, unsure how to handle it.

"Do you by any chance," Voldemort asked. "Know anything about a certain prophesy?" Haylie, remembering what the portraits had said about last year, how the Dark Lord tried to steal it, kept silent.

"Answer me, girl!" he yelled, his red eyes flashing.

"I know nothing," Haylie said simply, although she was trembling. Voldemort suddenly pulled out a small vial with clear liquid in it. Recognizing it as Veritaserum, Haylie's heart quickened painfully.

"Ah, so you recognize this," Voldemort said, seemingly pleased. He popped it open. "As you can tell, Miss Damon, I have my ways of...persuasion."

He then forced her to drink it, using the Imperius Curse. Haylie felt a strong, burning sensation as it went down her throat.

"Now, tell me...do you know about the prophesy?" he asked, his face undoubtedly eager.

"Yes," Haylie said in monotone.

"What did it say?" Voldemort said impatiently. Haylie struggled with all her might not to tell the truth. She then smiled.

"I don't want to tell you," she said triumphantly. Voldemort looked dumb-struck.

"It is the truth," she said, beaming. "Don't you just love loopholes?"

"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed angrily. A searing pain coursed through her veins. She let out a blood-curdling scream, begging the Dark Lord to stop the torture.

But he just did it again and again, torturing her until she was knocked unconscious.

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"Hey, have you guys seen Haylie?" Hermione asked Ron and Harry when she met up with them at Madam Rosmerta's for a butterbeer. "She was supposed to meet us here fifteen minutes ago."

"No, not after we left you two at the Shrieking Shack," Ron said.

"Why don't we go by there and see if she is still there," Harry suggested. "We need to get back to the castle in half an hour."

So the three marched up the hill to the Shrieking Shack. Oddly, no one was there.

"Maybe she left to go somewhere else," Ron said.

"R-Ron...H-Harry..." Hermione said shakily near the fence that blocked anyone from trespassing.

"What is it 'Mione?" Harry asked, jogging over to her, Ron not far behind.

"Look..." she said, pointing to a piece of paper nailed to the fence.

HAYLIE DAMON HAS BEEN SENT TO THE DARK LORD. DO NOT BOTHER LOOKING FOR HER, FOR SHE SHALL NOT BE SEEN AGAIN.

"We need to go see Dumbledore!" Harry yelled. "C'mon!"

The three then ran desperately to the castle.

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"Professor! Haylie's been kidnapped!" Harry blurted out when he caught sight of McGonagall.

"What?" she replied, shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he said, holding out the note.

"Oh my," she murmured. "Come. This must be reported to the Headmaster at once!"

The led the worried teens to the Dumbledore's office. After she knocked loudly on the large oak door, Dumbledore opened.

"What seems to be the problem, Professor?" Dumbledore asked.

"Albus...one of our students has been kidnapped. Haylie Damon."

Dumbledore was silent. Either from shock or he was thinking.

"Yes...yes, I do understand," he muttered, walking over to his desk.

"What is there to understand?" Harry blurted out suddenly. "Why did Voldemort take her?"

"Harry, there are some things best left unknown..."

"OH YEAH? LIKE THE PROPHESY?" Harry yelled.

"What 'prophesy'?" Hermione asked. Harry stiffed, realizing his mistake. Hermione and Ron were never told about the prophesy.

"Never mind," he told them. "The point is, we've got to get her back."

"You are not going anywhere, Potter, if that's what you are thinking," McGonagall said sternly.

"Yes, I am," Harry said stiffly. "I'm not going to let my friend die...or whatever Voldemort tries to do to her."

"He can go, Minerva," Dumbledore said.

"Albus..."

"He will go," Dumbledore said, signaling the end of the conversation. "Now, I need to send some owls. Harry..." He gave a stern glance toward the stubborn boy. "Harry, you are to stay in your dorm until I send for you."

"What about us?" Ron asked, motioning to Hermione and himself. "We're coming too."

"Oh no you're not," Harry said. "You're not coming just to get hurt like last time."

Both Ron and Hermione scowled at him.

"Alright you three, off to your common room," McGonagall said, shooing them out the door.

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Author's Note: I know what you guys are thinking...WAAHH!!! WRITE MORE!!! Well, I'll try. I have soccer practice tomorrow, and the next chapter isn't going to be as long as this one. PEACE