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Chapter Seven
The little room was cold, dark and damp. I was extremely uncomfortable since my wrists were bound behind my back. I rested against the cold wall, fighting back tears. I had to communicate with Harry, tell him not to come, that it would only end in his death. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind of all other thoughts. Harry and I had a connection, one that couldn't be explained by any means, magical or non. I pictured his face, trying to connect. Everything in my mind went hazy and I saw myself standing amidst swirling clouds.
"Harry." My voice echoed against the empty space. I breathed in slowly.
"Harry." A shadow fell through the shadows.
"Jenna?" Harry called. I walked forward until I could see his shape.
"Jenna, we got the note. Are you all right?"
"Harry, Voldemort has me. You can't come rescue me. He'll kill you, that's his plan. He knows he can get members of the alliance to come for me. You all have to stay in the cave."
"He'll kill you Jenna!"
"No he won't…he wants to use me. He said he wasn't planning on killing me at all, just making you all think he would. He still thinks you're dead Harry. You can't ruin the plan now."
"I ruined it for you once, and I'll do it again. Jenna, I'm not leaving you with him."
"Harry-" The swirls of mist disappeared and he was gone. I opened my eyes, looking around the cave. He never did listen to me about things like this. I was always the damsel in distress, and he always came to save me. No matter what.
"How are you feeling?" Voldemort slithered in.
"Rather uncomfortable actually," I glared. He waved his wand and my bonds disappeared.
"I've set up a room for you. You will be locked in so that you can't run away, but at least you will be more comfortable."
"Since when do you show kindness to your prisoners?" I continued glaring. He flew forward, bringing his hand across my face.
"Be glad I'm not torturing you," he hissed. "I could do things to you that you would never recover from. Ever." His eyes glowed red. "Don't tempt me." He forced me to stand, propelling me into another room.
"How original," I called. "Using the Riddle House." He laughed.
"It has always served me well," he answered. We came to a small room that was cleaner than the rest of the house. A fire was burning in the fireplace, a large armchair sitting in front of it on a blood rich red rug. A bed was on the opposite wall, and a desk was in between two windows.
"I even cleaned off the windows so that you would have a nice view," Voldemort pointed. I sat down on the bed.
"Ring this bell if you want anything, like food, or a blanket, and I will bring it to you," he bowed.
"Thank you," I said in an unsure voice. He left the room. This was weird, since when was the Dark Lord so…kind? I sighed, laying down on the bed. The sheets smelled like the softener I used at home. I breathed in the scent, feeling sleep overcome me. I sat back up, afraid to let my guard down. I moved over to the armchair, gazing into the depths of the flames. I could feel Harry calling me, but I resisted. I couldn't let him know where I was. Unfortunately, he was a stronger wizard, and I finally gave him.
"Harry, you can't come rescue!" I screamed in my mind.
"Jenna, we're coming whether you like it or not. And it would go a lot faster if you told us which room he's keeping you in at the Riddle House," he answered.
"How did you-"
"He told us in the note." I was silent.
"Please Harry, he'll kill you. I'm not worth that."
"Jenna, I'll just be putting my plan in action sooner than I expected." I sighed.
"Who's coming with you?"
"Fred, George, Wood and Malfoy," Harry answered.
"Why isn't Hermione coming?"
"She hurt herself." Oh great. "Jenna there's no way to change any of our minds, and you know that. We're all stubborn, especially when it comes to you."
"Wood didn't try to talk you out of it?" I asked.
"Actually, he was the first one to say we had to rescue you. Told you he liked you."
"Oh shut it."
"We're apparating now."
"Harry, please-" but he was gone. I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright flames before me. I ran to the window, looking out side for any sight of the cavalry.
"So they're coming?" I whipped around to see Voldemort, perched on the side of the arm chair. I backed up against the window.
"Tell me something, is Potter really dead?" I didn't answer.
"I didn't think so." He stood, slowly walking forward. "I'm assuming young Mister Malfoy is with them? He always was quite fond of you." He stopped, turning when he heard a sound from downstairs.
"That must be them," a wicked smile adorned Voldemort's face. "Let's see how many wish your heart was theirs."
"Please don't hurt them," I spoke up suddenly. His eyes flashed.
"I don't plan on hurting them," he whispered, his voice cold like ice. "I plant to murder them." He walked out the door, turning one last time. "Don't worry dear, they'll have died heroically." I tried to follow but he shut the door in my face. I banged against it, hot tears coming to my eyes. Fred, George, Draco, Harry, and Wood were all down there, about to die in a stupid attempt to rescue me. There was a blast and the door flew open, Voldemort running inside and grabbing me, his wand tip pointed at my neck. George was first up the hall, skidding to a halt. Harry followed, crashing into George. Fred narrowly missed the pile up, and Wood crashed into them also. Draco came cautiously up after hearing all the noise.
"Go ahead boys, kill me," Voldemort hissed, prodding the tip into my neck. "Kill us both." All the men glared at him, wands raised, but not taking any action.
"What's the matter? Don't want her dead? One stupid girl isn't worth the sacrifice of killing me?"
"She's not a stupid girl!" Draco growled.
"Let her go Voldemort," Harry spoke up. "She has nothing to do with this battle. It should be between you and me."
"It should Harry," Voldemort smiled. "But when I can take the upper hand, I do. All's fair in love in war, I'm sure you've heard that saying. And it appears to me that this is both." The glares intensified. I couldn't speak since his wand was blocking my air pipes.
"At least let her breathe!" Wood said. Voldemort moved his wand to my heart and I gasped for breath.
"I'll make a deal with you," Voldemort said slowly. "Leave Harry and Draco here, I'll let Miss Atkins and the rest of you go." Harry and Draco exchanged a look.
"Fine," Harry answered.
"I wasn't finished Potter. I want both of your wands, and I want the papers Miss Granger was hiding when I destroyed Hogwarts. This boy-" He forced Wood beside me with a spell, "Will stay here with Miss Atkins until you return."
"Harry, Draco, it's stupid don't do it!" I begged.
"Shut up!" Voldemort backhanded me for the second time that day. Harry lunged forward, only to be held back by Fred and George.
"Do we have a deal gentlemen?" A smirk spread across his face. The guys stepped back into a huddle. They disbanded and nodded in unison.
"All right then, I'll give you 24 hours," Voldemort said. "If you aren't back here by this time tomorrow, I will kill both of them." I gave Harry a pleading look, but he turned away. They all disapparated, and Wood and I were left.
"He can stay in this room with you," Voldemort said to me. "Ring if you need anything." He disappeared, the door shutting behind him. Wood ran to the door, trying to open it.
"He's locked it Oliver," I sighed, sitting down on the bed. "It's no use." Oliver banged a fist against the door, then sat down next to me.
"What did he mean 'ring if you need anything'?" He asked me.
"If we're hungry, or cold," I answered, showing him the bell.
"Since when does You Know Who care if his prisoners are uncomfortable?" I shrugged.
"Wood, I told Harry not to come, but he never listens to me about things like this! Now he and Draco are going to be killed, those papers are going to be in the Death Eaters' hands. It's all my fault, if I hadn't run away none of this would ever have happened." I felt tears boiling behind my eyes. Wood's arms were around me in a second.
"It's not your fault Jenna," he whispered. "You know how crazy George, Harry and Draco are about you. How were you to know you'd be kidnapped? And they didn't exactly make it easy for you back at headquarters." I choked back a sob.
"I just feel like I always put Harry in danger because I'm always getting kidnapped," I leaned my head against his chest.
"You're always getting kidnapped because the world knows he'd do anything for you," Wood laughed. I gave a half smile.
"When did we start getting along like this?" I asked.
"Since you stopped being a prick," Wood answered. I shoved him off the bed.
"I was never a prick, you were just arrogant and obsessed with Quidditch!" He smirked.
"Now I'm reminded of school." I rolled my eyes, laying down on the bed.
"Hey Jenna," he was kneeling beside the bed. I looked up at him. "We'll get through this. I'm sure the guys will come up with a plan."
"And what was your original plan when you came to rescue me?" I questioned.
"Well…we didn't exactly have a plan. We kind of…rushed into it." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"So I heard that you were the first one determined to rescue me," I smirked. He blushed furiously.
"Well no one deserves to be killed by You Know Who and we'd have so many depressed people-" I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks," I smiled. He stood there in silence, cheeks still red, mouth slightly open. All of sudden, his lips were against mine, kissing me with a hungry passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back, despite all warning signs going off in my head. He pulled back, staring down at me, chest heaving for breath.
"I shouldn't have," he whispered, shaking his head. I ran my fingers through his hair.
"You can't help what you feel," I whispered back. He nodded, leaning down to kiss me again.
"How sweet," Voldemort appeared in the room. Wood jumped three feet in the air. "Here I always thought Potter had your heart." I looked away.
"How do you think poor Harry would react if he found out what just, conspired between you two? Then again, I can't blame the lad, you are a beautiful sight." He stroked a long cold finger down my cheek.
"Don't touch her," Wood growled.
"You boy, do not tell me what to do. I've always been fond of Miss Atkins, perhaps I'll break my deal." Wood pulled out his wand, but Voldemort blasted it out of his hand.
"We don't want any accidents," he hissed. "Crucio!" Wood contorted into shapes, screaming.
"Stop it!" I yelled, horrified at the sight. "please stop!" Wood fell silent, breathing heavily. I ran to his side, placing his head in my lap.
"That was only a taste of what I'm capable of," Voldemort whispered. "Don't test my patience boy, or I will give you the full treatment." He disappeared with a twirl of his cloak.
"You are so stupid!" I yelled at Wood. "He could have killed you. You never, EVER make the Dark Lord mad!"
"All right," he groaned. "Stop yelling! I just didn't want him touching you."
"He wasn't going to hurt me Oliver," I said softly. "Are you ok?"
"What do you think?" he replied sarcastically. I stood, letting his head drop on the wooden floor.
"Ow! Ok, I'm sorry!" he whined. I glared, but sat back down.
"I never knew it was possible to feel that much pain," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Hopefully it will subside," I gently stroked his cheek. "Let's get you to the bed." I helped him stand and walk over to it. I rang the bell and Voldemort appeared.
"Yes?" he questioned, eyes flashing red.
"May I please have some water?" I asked, looking at the floor. He snapped his fingers and a jug appeared. I poured some into a cup and handed it to Wood, who drank it slowly.
"Funny really," Voldemort whispered in my ear. "Seems like all men have a soft spot for you, even myself."
"You are no man," I said through gritted teeth. He spun me around, clenching my arm hard.
"You ought to be careful," he growled. "Wouldn't want your friend to die from the pain that my crucio curse can produce." He stalked out of the room, leaving me alone with Wood once again.
