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A/N: Feeling the rush, new chapter! Decided to finish this story as is despite OBVIOUS changes in character and an obvious death. Thanx for the requests to keep this story going sorry for the delay.

Chapter Eighteen: Mine

Hermione recognized the wail the moment it started. A ward had been broken. The rage in Draco's eyes had shown that for once, Hermione and Draco's thoughts were in perfect sync: Harry. She refrained from smiling too much as Draco threw the book that he had intended as a gift for her onto the bed and rushed out of the room. She was left alone for hardly five minutes when Draco returned with one of his huge lackeys. He tied her wrists behind her back and pushed towards what she knew was either Crabbe or Goyle Sr; judging by the smell, Goyle. The Breeder of Great Idiots threw her over his shoulder, extracting a sharp "oof!" from Hermione and a slap from Draco.

"Careful, moron! She's pregnant, remember!" Draco caressed her cheek; he did not miss her shudder. "Come, love. It's time for us to take a short trip. Won't that be nice?"

Hermione gave a sharp smirk that would make any Malfoy jealous. "Harry will kill you...and you know it, don't you?"

Draco blanched and started walking out of the door, giving a snap to indicate for Goyle to follow him. It seemed like months not days had passed since she had been carried down the halls last. They were taking different turns and Hermione lost count as well as her sense of direction. All she knew was that they were going further away from Harry...

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Harry was concerned that no other Aurors had made it to the door with him. There was a second wave of Aurors that should have approached the opening by now but the first wave consisted of the best. He carefully charmed each door open before examining the room, as Snape had taught him. There seemed to be an endless series of dungeons and torture chambers. Harry felt sick each time a door opened to be greeted by the stench of old blood and other bodily fluids. He came across the occasional Deatheater, most slow or too arrogant and were quickly dispatched. Seems like their first wave consisted of the best also.

Harry opened yet another set of ornate doors with a Parseltongue phrase, similar to what he had used to open the Chamber in his second year. Man, will he ever learn?

He took a few steps in to take in his surroundings. It was a stone room with a throne in the center and a plain wooden door that according to the plan would lead to the personal quarters and Hermione. Harry walked further into the room heading past the throne.

The spell was hissed viciously before Harry could react. "Crucio!" Time froze. All he was aware of was the pain as it engulfed every ounce of his being. He was curled now on the floor and he could taste the blood as it started to seep from his mouth. Then it stopped. The room slowly came back into focus yet he still could not move. Never had he been hit with such a brutal crucio attack. The roaring in his ears died down to reveal a series of curses being thrown between two female voices. Harry pulled himself to his knees to look for his attacker and his aid.

She winked a heavily lidded eye at him as she casually deflected a curse. "Bellatrix," Harry spat her name out with the blood that remained in his mouth.

"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks greeted as she began to intensify her attack. "Come on Auntie Bella! When was the last time that we had a family chat?" She produced a shielding charm to avoid a Crucio. "Maybe it was when you bumped into my mum and me when I was five. You called me the greatest insult to the Black family since Sirius. Stupefy! By the way, thanks for the compliment."

Harry desperately searched around him for his wand, which he had dropped some time while he was cursed. It lay a few meters away from him in front of the throne. His body dully obeyed his desire to move, forcing him to crawl slowly towards his goal. Bellatrix saw the Gryffindor wrap his fingers around the wand. She was ready when he turned towards the fray.

"Avada Kedavra!" She gleefully exclaimed. Tonks saw the curse coming when Bellatrix eyed Harry and did not hesitate.

Harry tried to dodge but was still too weak. Tonks threw herself into the curse's path. Harry watched her body crumple to the floor, dead. "No! Tonks!" He pointed his wand at the Deatheater but before the words left his lips they were spoken from the door.

"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix's eyes widened in surprise as the curse hit her, locking the expression on her face. She fell to the floor revealing her killer.

"Lupin!"

The werewolf sadly knelt beside Tonks' body and pulled her into his arms. Harry could only watch his father's friend stroke his lover's hair, which was gradually fading to its natural brown color. After several moments Lupin spoke in a quiet voice. "Are you okay, Harry?" The two locked eyes. "You look weak. Here. It's a rejuvenating potion that Snape brewed."

"Lup- Remus?"

"Take it. You'll need your strength. According to Worm- Pettigrew, the wall behind the throne will lead-"

"I know."

"Good, now take the potion-"

"I'm sorry."

Lupin smiled sincerely at Harry. "I love her. Just like I know you love Hermione." He planted a kiss on her forehead before laying her back to the floor. "You're not going to feel the pain that I'm feeling now. Let's go. Drink the potion first. If we don't do this then she'll have died for nothing."

Harry nodded and downed the contents in one gulp. Energy flooded his body. Lupin nodded and led Harry through the door towards the personal quarters of the highest ranked Deatheaters. "Is there anyone else who got as far as us?"

"No."

Harry sensed that he was hiding something. "Lupin?"

"Bill."

Harry's stomach clenched. Fleur thought it so romantic of her husband to aid Harry in his rescue. She was due in a couple of months. He slammed his fist into the stone wall, never flinching when he saw the middle knuckle split and bleed. He felt Lupin's hand on his shoulder. "You should leave Lupin. You're all I have left of Dad...Please, I couldn't take it if..."

"Guess I'll have to live. We're wasting time." Lupin's pace quickened to the point that the younger wizard almost had to jog to keep up. The first doors that had been searched were empty of occupants or clearly did not belong to Draco. There was an ornate door with a silver handle that caught both of their eyes. "This might be it." Lupin confirmed Harry's thoughts.

Harry stood beside the door while his former professor blasted the door open, leaving it to swing on its hinges. Harry rushed in and carefully scanned the room. His attention was drawn to a beautiful vanity where his former captain sat gaping at the door. "Harry!" Angelina raced into Harry's arms. "Professor Lupin! Oh thank God! I thought Lucius has finally gotten tired of me."

"Angelina, you're alive! Great we need to go, now." Harry pulled Angelina towards the door with Lupin close behind. Once they reached the doorway, Angelina was violently thrown back into Lupin, both crashing to the floor. "What the hell!" Harry helped them stand.

"Ugh! I thought the little shit was bluffing." She continued at the confused looks on their faces. "I'm bound to this room by Lucius' blood. The only way I can leave is with him or if he dies...kind of hoping for option B." She settled herself on the bed. "Sorry guys."

"Wait, there's got to be some way. I mean a counter-curse of charm or- I dunno, Lupin?"

"Do you know the incantation that was used?" The grey haired wizard sighed when Angelina shook her head. "There are numerous spells that could have bound her here with just as many solutions. The best way would be for Lucius to die or have him or Draco take her out. I mean, Draco has Lucius' blood as well."

"Oh my God!" Angelina fell back to the bed. "I'm such a bloody idiot! You're right! If Lucius' blood bound me and Draco has his blood then-"

"Hermione's baby has Lucius' blood too." Lupin finished. "It may be a bit of a stretch but if the spells weren't specific enough then you could leave with Hermione."

"Great! Angelina, I'm sorry but if you can... I, well, I guess-"

"Wait?" Angelina smiled. "Yes, I can. It would help if I had-" Lupin held up Tonks' wand. "A wand. Please hurry. I miss my fiance...And remember, I prefer option B."

"I think that can be arranged." Harry said as he pecked her on the cheek.

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Lucius had worked his way through several Aurors towards her chambers. He had returned from a mission to find the wards broken. The aristocrat knew that he should not really bother but she had yet to be broken thus holding great potential in his entertainment. The door was untouched but he had come across his sister-in-law's body in the throne room; someone must have been through here. Never one to be unprepared, Lucius opened the door with his wand drawn. She was still there sitting in the chaise with her hands on her lap. "Pet, it is time for us to go."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"That's sweet but I don't have time for your little games." He snarled as he pulled Angelina to her feet. Lucius hissed as Angelina clawed his face, leaving three gashes across his otherwise flawless cheek. He ruthlessly threw her to the floor, her head slamming into one of the bedposts. "You little harpy! Oh, the things I'll do to you once we're out of here."

"Aw now, Lucius. Don't tease." a voice said from behind him. A voice that was once jovial was now hollow and unused yet Angelina recognized it all the same.

She swayed a bit but was able to get to her feet and look behind her captor. "Fred."

A/N: Please forgive me. It's been too hectic. Thanx to everyone who never stopped hounding me about this story. Now I need to update my summary to mention that there are some obvious clashes w/HBP but oh well, I brought it on myself. Stick with me, this will have an ending!