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Merlin, no. That's the only thing I can think at this moment. Why did Harry have to take Draco away from me? What exactly does he think he's going to accomplish by taking his life? And here I am just sitting and thinking to myself.

Somehow, Draco's muffled pleading fills my mind and I force myself to do something and try to save him. But how? My leg is throbbing with pain from the broken bone.

The least that bastard could have done was fix it if he was going to leave me here to fend for myself. Well, he did want me to die, didn't he? That's most certainly not going to happen. No ordinary bloke is going to stop me from living and saving the man I love.

I remember that I still have my wand tucked in between the walls of my coat pocket and the bottle of my special waterproof fire. With the magical tool pointed at my pulsating leg and my eyes shut tight, a few muttered words escape my lips. Instantly, the feeling of muscles and hard bone shifting around cause a groan of pain from me once again.

After the pain subsides, I move my knee and hit my foot against the cold concrete floor. Absolutely no aches.

I know I have no time to waste, so I stalk my way over to where I assume there to be a door from the minuscule amount of light seeping in under the crack. Twisting on the knob and pushing and pulling do me no justice. It's locked.

Pulling my wand back out, I shout Alohamora with my patience wearing thin. The thick metal door swings wide open and I'm met with a blast of cool air. It's not freezing, but a strange shiver resounds in my spine.

I take two steps forward and it's obvious that I'm no longer in a building. I'm outside. In the dark of the night.

The first thing I notice is the fog. The sickening thick fog. It's so thick that I don't think I can take more than eight steps knowing where I'll end up. My wand is still in my hand, so I mutter another spell and a light is instantly beaming from the tip of it.

With it raised high in front of me, my vision is still blocked by the mist even though it does help a little. I turn my head to the sky and can no longer see the expanse that I once thought to be blue.

Dark gray clouds fill every inch of the heavens above me, indicating that even if the sun was out, it would still be murky. Suddenly, a booming voice echoes out into the air, with nothing for the sounds to bounce off of.

"I see you have found your wand. But note that there are limitations. This place is just like Hogwarts, you can't disapparate, and no one will be able to apparate in. Of course I listened to you all those years; you'll find out soon enough."

Harry's malicious voice makes me hate him even more for all the awful things he's put me through. Nothing will ever justify that. My stomach is quickly filled with a bubble and the hate within me grows unexpectedly.

"What do you want from me you sick and twisted jerk!" I shout into the air, not knowing exactly where he would be hiding.

"I already told you, I want you dead," his voice echoes in my ears. I can't help but wonder why the creepy sound of his voice fills my insides with dread.

"I'm not going to die so easily, so you better think of something else you want." How stupid was that? What could that evil git ever want from me except to see me rotting?

"Actually, there is something you could do for me… but you have to make it to me first, or else your precious boyfriend finds himself in a sticky end."

"Just please don't hurt him!" I yell out even louder and start spinning with my arms sticking out. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"I'll see you soon," he said with an evil cackle and then the subtle click of on intercom sounds out.

I'm spinning around, wondering where to go. Thinking of the pros and cons to venture out into the darkness and unknown.

Then, in the blink of an eye, an orange glow brightens out in front of me, showing a small cobblestone path. This just gets weirder as every second eerily passes by. I take one hesitant step and turn around to look over my shoulder.

The door that had opened and let me out is no longer in sight. Everything behind me is blacked out by immense darkness. I turn around and try to reach out and touch the knob of the door.

But I can't. There's this invisible shield blocking me from reaching anything that was once behind me. This thought terrifies more than anything else. If whatever lies in front of me is too dangerous to handle, I'll instantly be a goner. Harry sure has made his point across. There's no going back.

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Draco's POV

The rash feeling of thick rope rubbing up against my wrists is causing my skin to burn and itch. My hands tied behind me as I'm sitting in a hard chair and my feet are bound to the legs. I'm actually surprised that Potter hasn't tied that cloth around my mouth again. What an idiot.

"What are you going to do to her?" I shout towards him.

That blasted black haired idiot is sitting lavishly in a black leather chair that spins. His back is to me as he stares into an ancient looking mirror, as images of Hermione in her terrifying surrounding flash in bright lights. I just want to hold her again, take her away from the psychotic workings of this evil world. But I can't because I'm the one trapped waiting to be rescued.

Potter doesn't answer me; he just twirls his goddamned wand in between his scraggly fingers. Blast him! Who would have thought that he would be the epitome of evil, following in the path that he promised to destroy?

"Nothing yet," he finally spits out.

I move my head to take a better look into the mirror and see her slowly walking in circles, most likely weighing out her options. As if she has any. She needs to go on. Not to save me, but to save herself. I'm only here to encourage her, to keep her strong and willed enough to bring her here. Merlin please let her reach us safely.

Potter flicks his wand and says something intelligible, and suddenly an orange light comes from the top of the mirror. Hermione takes a few steps forward and quickly turns around. Maybe now she's figured out that this evil git has put wards and walls up.

I silently wish her the best of luck and hope that together we can finish this evil off once and for all. Maybe, then maybe we can live together without the pain and torture of the past lingering behind us.

The stupid prat in front of me flicks his wand yet again, and I notice Hermione jerk her head to the side, as if something has made a noise. But I can't hear anything or see anything. Oh Gods, please let her prevail.

"What did you do, you jerk?" I spat at him. Possibly anything could be lingering out there and I hope it wasn't anything she couldn't take care of.

"Don't worry your bleached head off. Just a little something to spike her nerves a bit; you know… peel off the top layer of her self-confidence." I can't stand his cockiness and overly evil demeanor, and I shout obscene words at him in my head.

I know that if I say anything out loud, I'll receive a hex from him. Or worse, a slap or punch.

"Why don't we have a little fun with her, huh?"

Oh, crap.

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