(A/N: Thank you, dear reviewers, I am very sorry of the delays of my chapters. School has been murderous and my chapters will probably come out weekly or so. So sorry, but in the mean time, let's savour this chapter or something along those lines)

A sigh escaped the lips of a teenage Draco Malfoy. It was around midnight, he didn't know, and the only illumination was the glittering stars and the radiant glow of the moon. It wasn't a full moon; his father said that the full moon was tomorrow night, like he cared. He looked up the sky, regretting everything that he had ever done. He had done most of them by fear of his father and he was ashamed that he had done some on his own free will. The group had partially forgiven him for his past actions and had accepted him into the gang. He had, however, discovered the names of the four strangers and nothing more.

The others were sleeping soundly around him. It was one of those nights, but Fred and George has kicked Draco tonight. He was outraged for the first few times but after the fifth, he decided to stay awake since there was no hope of getting a good night's sleep. He remembered Hogwarts during his first year; he met Harry and had unknowingly mocked his friend. That was his first mistake that soon led to others, the more he did, the more unforgivable the so called mistakes became.

Draco shook the thoughts that had haunted him for so long and rested his head on the sleeping bag cushion. He felt a jerk at his side; he didn't bother to look around and tried to ignore it. Another jerk and murmuring followed soon after the first. He pressed his eyelids together and tried to fall asleep. Suddenly, someone grabbed his robes and pulled, hard. That caught his attention. He sat up and turned around, only to see Harry. Sweat glittered on his neck and around his ears under the moonlight. One hand was holding Draco's robes and the other was grasping his forehead. His murmurs soon grew louder and then, hissing followed; the same hissing that Harry used on their second year during the Duelling Club.

"Potter, Potter," Draco said, shaking Harry's shoulder. Harry muttered a chain of hexes and incantations. Draco was ashamed to say that this frightened him a little. Harry suddenly gave a big gasp and sat up. He was taking deep breaths and grasping his scar. "Voldermort knows," Harry said in between breaths. "He's ordered someone to get us. He knows where we are." "What? How do you know all this?" Draco asked, obviously not used to Harry's predictions about the Dark Lord.

Suddenly, the moon turned a shade of pale pink, then, a dark shade of rose, and finally, red. The crimson moon glowed brightly and the stars soon, looked like little red eyes. The sky and the ground below it had turned blood red. "What's happening?" Draco asked. "They're coming," Harry said. "Wake the others." Draco didn't usually take orders from people especially not from Harry Potter, but this wasn't a usual, ordinary day.

"Wake up!" Draco yelled. The gang woke up instantly and stared at the red moon. Hermione gave a loud shriek. "What's wrong?" Ron asked, frantically. "Red moons mean only one thing," Hermione said. "Rouge vampires," Lily said. "Rouge vampires?" Draco asked. "Vampires who work for you-know-who," Remus said. "That's not good," James said. "Don't worry, their bite only infect the old and the sick," Lily said. "But they do damn hurt," Remus muttered. "Oh, thank you, I feel so much better," Sirius said sarcastically.

The night suddenly was filled with the sound of flapping leather wings. Bats screeched and could be heard from every direction. Soon, a flight of bats flew across the moon and flew straight at them. Everyone scrambled to their feet and ran for dear life. As Draco looked behind him, what he saw almost made him scream for his mother. Their red eyes could be seen on their sickly white face. Their two fangs could be seen poking out from the corners of their black-lipped mouth. Their long, black hair flew over their face; they didn't seem to bother to pull it back. Black robes were what they wore. As the sleeves of their robes flapped, Draco could see the Dark Mark permanently visible on their skin. For people who were once old and sick, they looked young. Draco assumed it was because that old people turn young when they were bitten.

"Ze Dark Lord iz expecting you," a female vampire said. "Don't try to keep him vaiting!" "Grab all of zem," a male vampire said. Almost at once, fourteen vampires swooped down and grabbed the group. They tried to fight back, but vampires were stronger and more agile than mere mortals and –cough, cough- two immortals; that have the strength of mortals. The vampires soon grew tired of the thrashing and squirming that they knocked the group out cold.

Deep in an eerie castle, a teenage boy was being tortured unmercifully by Tom Marvolo Riddle, alias, Lord Voldermort…

"You disgust me!" Voldermort said, kicking the already bleeding Draco Malfoy as the others watched in silence. The gang was chained to the wall and was eyeing a reptile with terror. Nagini, Voldermort's enormous snake, was keeping watch over them. She had orders to bite and inject poison into anyone of the group that tries to get free.

Voldermort turned away from Draco Malfoy, who was lying, immobile, on the floor, and faced Harry. Voldermort smirked and stared into Harry's eyes. Harry knew, at once, what he was attempting and looked away. Occulemency could only be done if both are looking into each others' eyes. "Smart boy," Voldermort commented; turning away and watching Draco cough out large amounts of blood. He then, looked at Harry who was looking at him with a brave expression, waiting for the moment when Voldermort will kill him.

"Harry Potter, you think I would kill you now?" Voldermort said in his raspy voice. "No, I would never do that so fast. No, most certainly no. I will make you see your little friends scream with pain and anguish as I torture them. Once all of them go insane or," Voldermort paused and laughed at the thought. "Dies, I will point my wand at you, Harry. Point my wand at a broken down man and mutter my favourite spell. I want to see you suffer before I kill you, Harry. I want you to feel as I did for the fourteen years after I killed your dear protective parents. They sacrificed their life on you, Harry. You know, Harry, after I set fire on your house, with you in it, I was thinking. Thinking that your parents were over protective, so over protective it was foolish and foolishness always lead people to one place, Harry. Death," Voldermort laughed and turned on his heel. He walked out of the giant chamber and out the great double doors. The doors shut and there were sounds of clinking chains and locks. They were trapped.

Draco was still on the floor, the blood that was gushing out before, was slowing down and he was healing, very slowly, but all the same, healing. A pair of shackles and handcuffs, connected to large chains, slithered to him, like snakes eager to catch their prey, and dragged him back to the wall. Everyone could see his face. Tears of pain was welled up in his eyes had started to stream down his cheeks. Both of his eyes were black and cuts and scars covered his once white cheeks. He was in a pitiful state and he looked away from them in shame. And, in the third time in Harry's life, he saw his enemy crying. Draco's arrogance was gone and was replaced by embarrassment. Danielle motioned them to look away and she started to comfort him. "I don't know how we can get out of this one guys," Harry muttered. "I've got nothing. Death Eaters are guarding the doors, the snake sitting there, ready to attack, and all of us chained up here, Malfoy um never mind about Malfoy. Does anyone have any ideas?"

There were murmurs of 'no' and 'not really' and Harry sighed. There was no more hope. The moment he feared the most had come. His friends were trapped because of him and they were going to be tortured, one by one, until he was left. Harry wasn't afraid of death, he was afraid of his friends' safety. He needed to get them out of this place and let Voldermort kill him instead of his friends. He couldn't watch them die. As he began to think of ways to escape, reality suddenly came to him. Harry sighed again.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall. He stopped straining his mind to let the painful truth sink in. "There's no way of getting out," Harry muttered under his breath.

(A/N: There were times, of sorrow and pain,

At those times, you should not strain,

In the end, the evil will be slain

And we will continue with life again.

I am considered an artist with words and I just written a short saying for you to lighten your moods. Bear in mind, most of the sayings that I write in my author's notes are written by yours truly, unless of course, if I say. 'I quote')