a/n…okay, now…I just started soccer conditioning, and I still have all of my summer reading to do, and someone also said that I needed to make my chapters longer, and then someone else complained that I needed to update…so this is my compromise. This chapter will be 4-5 pages, and I'm updating ASAP, then my next chapter will be even longer, I'm hoping on 7-8 pages I hope this accommodates everyone, and as I said before, I'm only human. There's a little excerpt in here that's from the 3rd book, but I've added a few things to make it fit, but I believe the dialogue is all JK Rowling's.

Disclaimer…insert witty comment about me not owning Harry Potter here

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"Draco…this really is for your own good." Harry sighed from the other side of the wooden doorway.

"I want to help you find her!" He screamed, pounding on the other side. They had locked him in the room without his wand and were going to go and get Hermione.

"Draco, you can't risk it, you aren't stable enough yet! Stay with Haley, keep her safe. I promise we'll bring Hermione back to you."

"NO! I need to be there…I need to help find her!" He cried, pounding his fists one final time on the door. He lay his head against the dark wood and began to slide down to the floor.

Harry sighed again and turned, he really didn't feel like arguing with him anymore. He walked away from the rooms, shaking his head and looking out the windows of the old castle. It seemed so weird to be here with Ron and without Hermione.

I really do hope we find her, losing her would kill everyone. He stopped and went over to the nearest door, smiling, it was the entrance to the girl's bathroom. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He recalled everything that had happened in that room. The Chamber, Polyjuice, Hermione turning into a cat.

There were so many memories that he had with his best friends in these halls, and he couldn't bear to imagine losing the brains of the "Golden Trio." Especially to Voldemort, someone they had conquered all those years they had been there. He couldn't loose her to him now.

"Is he all secured?" Ron said, jarring Harry from his thoughts.

"Yes, he put up a fight though. He wanted to help us find her."

The red head nodded, "I'd expect that. He loves her so much, he'd be the one that would jump in front of an Avada Kedavra to save her."

"We love her too though, Ron." Harry said, looking his friend in the eyes solemnly.

"I'd die for her, I know I would." Ron agreed. Harry nodded.

"Ready gentlemen?" Remus said, interrupting their conversation, the two best friends looked at each other one last time and nodded to their old professor.

"As we'll ever be I suppose." Harry said.

The three men followed a group of Ministry officials and Order members. They took the front way to the Shack, up through Hogsmeade. The entire time they prepped themselves, their hearts were racing and their complexions pale. This was it. They were facing death in the eye just to save one of their best friends. But somehow, they knew it was worth it.

They reached the bottom of the hill that the old house stood on. It was very misty out, but the skies shone with stars, they had walked on the light of the moon the entire way there and now the sparkling of the stars made the house look more eerie than before.

"Ah…" Harry grabbed his forehead. "My scar."

"He's in there, he has to be. Are you gonna be alright mate?" Ron looked with concern at his friend.

"Yes, I've helped every time, I've got to kill him for doing this to my friend." Harry said, his eyes squinting from the pain in his forehead.

"We're ready." Lupin whispered to the two, they looked up to see the ministry officials running up the hill, their wands at the ready. They decided not to apparate into the building for their lack of knowledge of where Voldemort or Hermione may be.

The two best friends gave one last meaningful look at each other and then followed the officials up the hill.

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"Good news my pet, your husband is coming." Voldemort said to Hermione, his cold eyes piercing into her heart.

"No…" She sobbed, throwing her head into the pillows. Her body was so weak now from the rapes and the beatings, the lack of food, that she could barely move.

"No sense in crying my dear, you'll all be dead soon enough." His merciless laugh filled the stale air of the small bedroom.

With that, he left her, a heap of sobbing woman, her clothes were torn and ragged, her hair no longer shone or curled in beautiful ringlets. She looked nothing at all like she used to, and she felt like nothing. It was like she was back in Lucius's hell hole again.

She no longer was bound to the bed, but was too weak to even get up and walk around. Her body had given up, but her mind was screaming at her. DON'T GIVE UP! YOU'VE GOT TO LIVE FOR HALEY AND DRACO!

"I love you." She whispered to her husband and daughter, even though she knew they couldn't hear her. For some reason, she felt as if they could.

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Back at Hogwarts, Draco sat on his and Hermione's bed, stroking Haley's sleeping form next to him. Her back rose and fell quietly and she looked like an angel had come to lay down beside him and shield him from everything that was happening.

He had finally given up on trying to get out of that room, it was like he was locked in a prison. Just like his wife. He thought of her, her beautiful smile and warm face, those golden brown ringlets and honey brown eyes. He was her angel, and he could do nothing to help her. Nothing.

"God Hermione, if I would have known all of this would have happened, I would have never let you come here." He sighed, running his hand over the crown of his head.

He thought back over all of the memories that he had with his wife. That first day when they had met on the train, and how horrible he had been to her all those years. He laughed at the memory of the first time she had slapped him in their 3rd year.

The castle was still under heavy guard and they had been heading back up from the Care of Magical Creatures class. Malfoy and his cronies had been standing at the top of the hill looking down at Hagrid's hut.

"Look at him blubber!" Draco had said, laughing at the sobbing form of the half-giant. "Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic? And he's supposed to be our teacher!"

Harry and Ron had both made furious moves toward Draco but Hermione had gotten there first and slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster. She raised her hand to slap him again but Ron made an attempt to grab her hand.

"Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul-- you evil--" After Ron's weak attempt to stop her, she grabbed her wand from her pocket and put it to Draco's throat. He had stepped back and Crabbe and Goyle stood flabbergasted at the witch's actions.

"C'mon." He had muttered, taking one last look at the witch and running off down the passageway to the dungeons.

He shook his head, "Merlin, I was such a jerk to her and I never realized it until now."

Yet, somehow or another, she loves you with all she has, his mind argued.

"What if I had turned down being Head Boy, or I had gone off to Durmstrang like Father wanted me to. I wouldn't have her, I wouldn't have any of this." At this thought, Draco did something rarely ever seen by human eyes. He broke down, and cried.

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"Remus!" Harry called up the hill, the man turned around to look at Harry.

"What?"

"I know we had a plan, but I've got a better one." He swallowed as Lupin looked at him, it was a little late for a change of plans now, but it was worth a shot. "Let me go in, lure Voldemort away from Hermione, you go in and kill Peter, because we all know he's got to be in there, and then…well…." He faded.

"Are you sure about that Harry?"

"I would die to save my friend Remus, of course I'm sure. It's the best thing I can think of to do other than just running in there blind with no idea what could happen."

"You don't know what could happen either mate." Ron said from behind him. "Let me go with you."

Lupin looked at the two men, Harry gave an assertive nod, and Lupin called the others back. They looked at the two as if they were insane.

"You're going to face Voldemort without any back up just to save your friend?" One asked incredulously.

"Bloody mad." Another muttered.

Harry and Ron shrugged it off but inside, their hearts were racing faster and faster each moment. They were beginning to think that they were both going mad.

"Lets go Ron. We're wasting precious time just standing here." Harry sighed. Lupin wished the two luck as they drew their wands and finished walking up the hill toward the shack. This was mad.

They entered the house and stood there in the entranceway. This really was it, there was no turning back now, they were sure that Voldemort knew they were in the house.

"Voldemort?! Come out, face me like a real man. Or are you a real man, you couldn't even bloody kill me when I was a baby, so what makes you so sure you could kill me now?" Harry called out, he had to lure him somehow.

Ron looked at him in disbelief, he had just insulted the most powerful and dangerous man in the wizarding world.

They began to creep up the rickety stairs, although the creeping wasn't really needed, he knew they were here. But to them, it would have made no sense for him to leave, he had to have kidnapped Hermione to get someone here. Even if it wasn't them.

Harry's scar began to pound worse as they came to the top of the stairs. At the end of the hall there was a door slightly ajar and a fire could be seen flickering inside. He was in there.

They walked toward the door, their wands at the ready, Avada Kedavra on the tips of their tongues. Harry pushed the door open slightly, and then a little more.

"Welcome." Said a cold voice from inside.

They stepped in the room, facing someone they weren't prepared to face. "Draco?" Ron said disbelievingly.

"It can't be, you're at Hogwarts." Harry said, shaking his head but not lowering his wand. He watched as the blonde toyed with his own wand, twirling it in his fingers.

"Am I? I seem to be standing right here aren't I Harry?" He said, his eyes steel gray slits.

"It's a trick, why would Draco kidnap his own wife? Besides, I locked that door with enough wards that it would take years to get through." Harry said coldly. "And my scar, it wouldn't be hurting this bad."

Harry looked at Draco's hands, twirling the wand absentmindedly, as if this were tea-time and he was bored out of his mind. But wait, he wasn't wearing his ring. The wedding ring that he never took off. It couldn't be him, it was a trick. He gripped his wand a little tighter.

They kept talking, but Harry's mind was in a blur. He had to kill him.

"Where is Hermione? Is she alright?" Ron asked cautiously.

Draco smirked that infamous smirk. "I don't know, is she? After all, she's just a filthy Mudblood. I never cared for her anyway."

It was at this that Harry snapped. He gripped his wand, his knuckles white. "A filthy Mudblood? Is that all you ever thought of her Draco?" He began to walk toward Voldemort, after all, that was who it had to be.

"She was a toy in my game. All I ever wanted was to kill you Potter." He spat.

"Really?" He stepped close enough to where he was a foot away from the blonde, Harry still was taller than him, which gave him the advantage. "Tell me, Draco, then what made you decide to keep Haley?" It was the way that Harry had said his name that made Ron realize exactly what was going on.

"To make it seem like everything was alright, of course."

"Draco would never give up his daughter or his wife for anything, Voldemort." Harry hissed.

The man raised his eyebrows, along with his wand. "Avada…"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Ron screamed, his wand aimed at Voldemort. The spell hit the man and he screamed out before falling to the ground. Harry looked down in disbelief. They had killed Voldemort that easily? It was impossible. And…it hadn't even been Harry to kill him, it had been…Ron.

"Is he?" Ron asked, walking over to where Harry stood over the once powerful wizard.

"I think so. Send a signal, get them up here." Harry said.

Before Ron could even get to a window, there were popping sounds of 10 wizards apparating into the room. They stood around the fallen form of Voldemort.

"Merlin." Lupin whispered. "How…who…"

"Hermione!" Harry gasped, remembering the entire reason they had come there. He ran to one of the doors at the other end of the room, wrenching it open. She lay there, unconscious on the bed.

"Oh God, Hermione…" He whispered rushing to her side. "Hold on."

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a/n…blah…I don't like it…what do you people think? Do you think I should rewrite it? Let me know please, review!

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Natalie