(A/N: This chapter didn't turn out exactly like I'd liked it to, but I still think it's okay—sickening—but okay.)

Remus shook his head and knelt down by Beth. He picked her up and carried her off to the hospital wing. Lilly stood up and held her hand to her bloody nose before looking at Jessie, whose eye was starting to swell and lips were cut. But worst off, by far, was Sirius. His arms were scratched up, he had a split lip and he lay on the floor hunched over holding his side.

"We'd better get you to the hospital wing," Jessie said as she motioned for Lilly to help pick him up. "It looks like you've got a few broken ribs there."

"I'm fine." Sirius grimaced when he tried to straighten up, "Just a couple scratches." He said horsely. The whole group followed Remus towards the hospital wing. After they'd left Sirius and Beth in the hospital wing, Remus and Lilly went off to get some breakfast. Jessie stayed behind with Sirius. As they walked down the hallway, Remus, still looking wild-eyed and angry, said:

"You know Lilly, you shouldn't have gotten into that fight—"

"I know. I'm head girl and I'm supposed to be bigger than they are; but when they said that to you about Beth, I couldn't help it Remus."

"I know— I hope Beth's okay. You know—she was talking to me the other night. I mentioned the fact that she's fainted quite a bit this year, and she told me she had a problem. Something about her blood—I didn't understand. I hope she's alright though. When she fell she hit her head on the floor pretty hard...Ha, I can't believe Sirius got three broken ribs. Flint must have layed into him pretty hard."

"They'll be fine Remus. They'll all be out in a—"Lilly stopped. She heard a light beating on the walls. Get me out of here! The voice was so faint, she didn't think she heard it at all, until Remus leaned over and whispered—

"Lilly? Did you hear---"

"Yeah, c'mon. The Slytherins probably put one of the first years in the vanishing cupboard again..." She said, pushing up her sleeves and pulling out her wand. "Let's go."

They turned down the hallway and started following the sound.

Meanwhile, James blinked his swollen eyes open.

"Sirius? Remus? Lil—"Then he remembered.

He'd been going down to the kitchens to get himself a drink—he did so almost every night. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt something on the back of his neck. He whipped around—looking up, he saw a face covered with a black hood—it was tall—dark—frightening. The first thing that popped into his mind was 'Dementor!'...but he was wrong. The hooded figure grabbed him, two more ran around the corner as they heard James' muffled yell. Before James' realized it, he was here—in this room. This cold, dark, damp room where he was tied up in a wooden chair and watching the fire blaze in the hearth. He moaned. His whole body hurt from being beaten, and then being slumped over in the chair asleep. His arms were tied up behind the chair, his legs crossed and bound to the legs of the seat. A few minutes passed, with nothing happening.

"Is anybody there?" He raised his voice, which cracked from lack of water. A door James hadn't noticed before swung open. Auguste Crabbe stood there—glaring at him—still wearing the huge black cloaks, but he had taken off the hood. James looked past him into the small stone room behind him. Lucius Malfoy, Marcus Goyle, and Regulus Black all sat around a small wooden table in the center of the room, in front of a blazing fire. Narcissa Black was perched on Malfoy's knee, smiling at him and running her hands through his hair. Malfoy hadn't even realized that Crabbe had left the table. He was too focused on the gorgeous blonde perched on his lap. She had her legs on either side of his knees—facing him—and he had both of his hands on her bottom. Her sweater was gone, thrown on the floor beside the chair, and her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a red, lacy bra and a full, large chest. She leaned forward, and he pulled her roughly towards him. When she moved, Malfoy's eyes happened to lock with James'. He finished the kiss, closing his eyes again, then lifted Narcissa off his lap and stood up. His eyes flashed as he glared at James.

"Potter—you decided to wake up. Lovely—"He grabbed something off the table and stuffed it into his black robes. He started walking towards James—smugly, grinning and holding his head high. He motioned for Crabbe to follow him; Regulus stood and followed, uninvited, into the room. Malfoy walked straight over to James and crouched in front of him. He jerked his head towards Crabbe, who immediatley ran over and gagged Potter, jerking him roughly.

"Potter—what's wrong? Don't you like that? It's about time somebody gagged that foul, muggle-loving mouth of yours. You're a disgrace to wizard. You don't deserve to be at Hogwarts...none of you mudblood loving freaks should be here. By the way--is this yours?" He pulled a mahogony wand from inside his robes—James immediately registered it as his. It contained 1 phoenix feather and an ounce of stag hoof. James strained against his bindings, trying to get his wand back. In the wizarding world—especially in situations such as these—it was a bad idea to be without a wand. A very bad idea. He watched Malfoy stood, walking towards the blazing fire.

"I wonder—"Malfoy said spitefully, "What would the great James Potter be without his wand? What would happen if someone's hand just slipped—"He held the hand containing James' wand over the fire, holding it just between his fingertips. James strained even harder against his bindings. One word flashed through his mind—bastard. Lucius grinned maliciously. He loosened his hold on the wand, and it fell, as if in slow motion, into the flames. The fire erupted, leaping high into the fireplace, licking at the stones in the floo. James fell back into his chair—shocked. His wand—the wand he'd had since he was a first year—reduced to cinders in an instant. A lone tear ran down his cheek, soon absorbed by the blue bandanna tied around his mouth. Malfoy grinned, laughed, left the room. James listened as he told Crabbe to guard the stone room where James was being held prisoner. He turned towards Narcissa, who was busy pulling the shirt straight and adjusting her bra. She tossed her blonde hair and smiled at Lucius, softly biting her lips. He grinned greedily, then sat in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. She climbed back on his lap, removed his cloak and started unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her through a door into the next room. It banged shut behind them. Regulus grinned at Goyle and they resumed playing cards.

"That's my darling cousin—"He said wickedly. Crabbe still stood by the open door, leaning against it, playing with his wand. After a few moments, moans were heard from next door—playful screams, yelps, laughing and giggling. James gagged, looking away from the door. Soon after they heard Narcissa yell.

"LUCIUS!" She moaned loudly again, then all was quiet. About ten minutes later, Malfoy emerged from the room, buttoning his pants. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his muscular, if somewhat pale, chest. James looked over Malfoy's shoulder into the room he'd just come from. Narcissa was lying on a huge bed, with the door open. Narcissa rolled over and sat up on the bed, letting the sheet fall from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. She pulled on her bra, panties, and shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and walked back into the room with Malfoy and the boys. She perched herself on Malfoys lap once again, and James turned away—gagging at the sight, but without realizing why, wishing he could be with Lilly.