A/N: Okay, so this chappie is a bit short but hey, it's a post right? Give me a break, I have finals in like three days so you're lucky to be getting anything at all. And as always a few review would be very nice!

Recap:

In a dark, cold, windowless room sat a small pile of cloth. Then suddenly the cloth began to shift and moan. Someone came out of the darkness and pulled the cloth away. The thing beneath the cloth didn't seem to notice or if it did, it didn't care. Streams of black hair fell over hunched shoulders. Had there been sufficient light in the room, one could have seen the silver accents in the black hair. The High Princess of the Universe sat numb on the floor.

The Space Princess (Rescuing the Rescuers)

Out of the shifting darkness came a figure, one of many. Only this one was different. This was the ONE. This was Him. Voldemort had come to see his prisoner.

"Ms. Miller…" he hissed.

"What do you want?" she said in a calm, almost bored voice. No one talked to him without fear and he wasn't going to let this girl be the first.

"I want your secret." His voice was terrifying but she didn't flinch. Inside she was thinking How does he know about my secret? How could he know? She simply stared into the darkness.

"What do you mean secrets?" she asked.

"How does a girl from a far from outstanding family like yours become so powerful? Find difficult magic child's play?" She continued to stare into space. "How can you behave so calmly in the face of certain death? The only thing that can save you now is to give in." She simply sighed boredly and stared on. He began to shake slightly with anger and she could feel his power rising. She smirked. He whipped out his wand and prepared to make her plea but the door to the room opened and a cloaked figure stepped in.

"Yes?" he said impatiently.

"It worked." Was all the man said. He stepped away from the door to reveal three short figures. Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

"Well, Well, Mr. Potter," Voldemort cackled. "How nice of you to join us, and you brought friends." Sillenna let out a low hiss and he jerked his attention back to her.

"What's this?" he asked. "Now the brick wall shows emotion."

"Leave her alone," Harry said in a low, angry voice.

"Oh good idea Mr. Potter. I'll leave her till last that way she can enjoy her friends suffering," Voldemort said with an evil smile. "Well actually she'll be next to last, the place of honor has your name on it." Sillenna jerked violently, like she wanted to rip out his throat only the binding spell they had put on her held her down. Voldemort laughed maniacally. Crap, she thought. Now what are we going to do? If only I had my wand, I'd show him a thing or two. Oh wait! (Mentally slaps self) I don't need a wand! Duh, Sillenna She began to laugh. It was a crazy sort of laugh that sounded even wilder under the current situation. Her friends thought that the stress had gotten to her and she had lost it.

"What's so funny?" Voldemort hissed getting right up in her face. With a loud crack she broke through the spell they had put on her and sent Voldemort flying with a literal "power" punch. There was a moment of stunned silence. Sillenna stood in the small room with her eyes blazing and bans of power surrounding each of her clenched fists.

"That," she said. "Is my secret." She raised her hand and sent all the Death Eaters flying. She retrieved their wands and then turned to her friends.

"Ready to go?" she asked like they were out at the mall or something.

"Bu... but how?" Hermione managed to stammer. "The portkey that brought us here was one way."

"Through here," Sillenna said. She lifted her hand and a purple, blue, and white swirling portal opened before her. She motioned for them to go through but they just stared at her in shock and disbelief.

"Would you rather stay here?" she asked. They shook their head no and Harry timidly approached the portal. He took a deep breath and stepped through followed by Hermione, Ron then Sillenna. The portal opened up into the Great Hall.

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