Thanks everyone for reviewing! I'm really really sorry if you can't understand my vocabulary (thanks to my computer's handy, dandy thesaurus), so I'll try to tone it down a bit.

Ok I know some of you are a little confused with this 'boss' stuff, but if you look in the first chapter, you'll see that I mentioned him slightly.

For Harry's loss of memory, I swear I thought I put it in there! Dang it! smacks self Anyway, I rewrote chapter 7 so check it out!

So enjoy and SOOOOO sorry for all the misunderstandings!

Oh and I think you're going to like this chapter! Read on to find out why:o)

Chapter 15: Hostages of Evil

He was running. Sprinting down a tunnel of bleak, frosty, melancholy air. Shrieks of rage rebounded behind him. His brain beseeched with a bit of luck for a fleeting repast of oxygen. Yet he had to escape… escape his corrupt captors and return to his own.

All at once, the flooring underneath his scurrying feet had gone astray and he felt himself plummet ……… plummet into an infinite hole of black.

Harry screamed for aid. But a woman's insensitive laugh overtook his feeble screams.

And then, and only then, the blond haired girl with the splash of freckles bridging her dumpy, little nose and her glistening azure eyes sparkling with zeal and aspiration and glowed like the sunlit moon flaunted in front of him. Her diamond-teeth beamed in enchantment and he strained to reach out and grasp this alluring lady.

"Harry …" she whispered, her words dying along with her image.

"No wait!" he cried. But only vile laughter came out instead.

Her enthralling aura crashed into the world of darkness and he turned to find Cho guffawing as if he were some, ridiculous lark.

"Oh poor babbbbbbbbyyyy Harrrrrryyyy pooooooo!" Cho scorned with hilarity, her eyes closed.

But her eyes abruptly opened and Harry screamed as the blazing, burgundy eyes glared at him.

Harry cried out as his slumber abandoned him. He discovered that his body was bathed with a sheet of sweat and the blankets laid vulnerably on the stone floor.

Snatching up the bedspread and cocooning himself with them, he quavered at the notion of his dream.

Dreams akin to his up-to-the-minute one had been irking his head for what seemed like weeks now. Like them all he was falling into an abyss of dark. Like them all, he was never ending, never stopping, and never dying. Like them all, the perplexing beauty-filled girl materialized in front of him, only to wane into the gloom seconds later. How could he validate a dream such as this one?


When Luna was a little girl her parents were poverty-stricken. So when her seventh birthday came around, she forlornly didn't anticipate any birthday gifts. But to her surprise, her mother and father gaily presented her with a cat. His coat was of gray and ashen fuzz and his coffee eyes shimmered at the prospect of being loved. Luna had been so elated that she named him Larry. Yes it was a very abnormal name for a cat, but Luna had been a very peculiar girl of her age. Her feelings were inexpressible to the modern day man and her life endured a new light that glistened with an exceptional exhilaration until death took Clarissa Lovegood's life.

Now that feeling was back, restored with bursting joviality. It was something that Luna had not felt for the longest while since Harry's disappearance. Now it was back and Luna's heart clashed to hold her clasp upon it.

Tonks was alive!

Yes, her hair was hued with baked mire, her face embellished with grazes and blood. Her robes were frayed and leaves overhung gawkily in her hair, but indisputably, there was no question to be asked. She was Tonks and she was alive

"I can't believe it," Luna sniveled into Tonk's shoulder, tears of rapture dousing her tattered cloak. "You're really alive!"

"How-w-w, how did you find me?" Luna stuttered.

"When I became conscious again, I realized that wherever I was, you were miles away. I knew, that so as to come across you guys, I needed to launch my own expedition. So I did. It took me an extensive chapter of time but I soon came across a valley, a valley brimmed to the top with dead bodies."

Luna rumpled her nose in anxiety at the recollection of nearly being taken hostage by the atrocious deatheaters. So that was what the deatheaters were doing there! They were massacring naïve and guiltless inhabitants! But for what?

"I knew that the deatheaters would identify me as plainly as white on black. So I concealed myself in the undergrowth and shrubs. There was lady there. Her hair was a fusion of auburn hair coiled with flaxen ringlets. I thought to myself, why would a lady such as her just expose herself to the world? Was she the leader? Or something other? Alas, my thoughts were pitched into the back of my head as she escorted a group of deatheaters and two other people I knew from the top of my head."

Luna's heart iced over with trepidation. If her notions were right, she knew who Tonks was talking about.

"Don't tell me," Luna whispered, alarm shimmering vibrantly in her eyes. "Hermione and Lupin?"

Tonk's face fell downcast and the two embraced each other for the longest moment. So now they knew. Find the deatheaters, they'd find Hermione and Lupin. Find peril, and they'd find consolation.


Four imprints. Not too distant and not to close. Not as immense as a man's, yet not as minuscule as a child's. Two pairs of women's imprints.

Scarlet grinned with jubilation. So Mrs. Potter wasn't alone. Yes, it would be testing to detain both ladies, but she was a woman with a dozen deatheaters. A dozen, men deatheaters.

Oh yes. They would be two flies snared in a Venus Fly Trap. They would twist, thrash about, but they would merely stay stuck in the sultry sap, waiting for the slayer blossom to consume them with a fervent, dawdling appetite.

"Madam, we see them!" a deatheater punctually updated.

Scarlet joined the deatheater as they both glanced over the hill. So……. Nymphadora Tonks had opted to accompany Luna on this meaningless voyage. Well, she may be a warrior, but without her cherished Remus, she was a bird without her wings.

"Let's strike!" another deatheater said, moving in for the kill.

"Not yet!" Scarlet hissed aggressively as she pulled him back. "The time is not ready. We must be cautious for the faultless instant."

Several of the deatheaters groaned, but Scarlet took of no notice.

"Soon," Scarlet thought with hilarity. "Soon."

"So where do we go now Tonks?"

"I don't know Luna, I really don't. I – LUNA LOOK OUT!"

However Tonk's word of warning became tardy as various deatheaters flooded in.

Luna screamed, but her shrieks fell on hearing-impaired ears. Two Deatheaters apprehended her. She lashed out, whacked, hollered, but she was as frail as a twig in hastening water.

Tonks extracted her wand from under her cloak, but it soared to the right, settling somewhere in the meadow.

Another pair of deatheaters came upon Tonks and seized her.

"You and your loaded friend are coming with us." one taunted in her ear.

Luna screamed once more. Tonks watched ineffectively as deatheaters impelled a bluish liquid down her gullet. Luna shrieked in agony once more before collapsing.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Tonks bellowed.

The deatheaters laughed. Tonks watched with horror as they rashly tossed Luna's body into what appeared to be like a (Tonks gulped) casket, not concerning themselves with the fact that she was bearing a child.

"Only the same thing we're going to do to you." A deatheater sniggered. Tonks took another crack at brawling with her captors, but all efforts crashed.

"Take the bodies to the stronghold," was the last thing Tonks heard before plummeting into a shadowy oblivion.

Ok, well that's another chapter. Once again, sorry for the confusion. Hope you enjoyed and I really hope to get some REVIEWS soon! Seriously, your reviews are my motivation. :o)