A/N I'm sorry for the delay. I really tried to publish last night but I found it physically difficult to write this chapter. I've done bad things to my characters in fanfiction but I feel like this is the first time I've gone to such extremes. It was hard to write about what happened to Jessica and Jason but I managed it. I also had to work late into the night these last few days which really threw off my schedule. It isn't an excuse but it is what happened. I'm sorry I didn't publish last night.

Please enjoy chapter 10 despite the crap I put Jason through. As always review honestly and if you have a question PM me.

With Harry

I woke up a few hours earlier than normal. Reluctantly I wormed my way out of Fran's embrace and stepped onto the cold floor. The instant shift in temperature caused a shiver to run down my spine. I glanced at Fran's sleeping face and smiled. I wish that she could always have such a peaceful look. As silent as the wind I crept down to the kitchen and grabbed the information that Jason had collected. A curious part of me wanted to do nothing more than read through more of the novel but our survival might depend on what's in these pages.

To a normal person this time of day would make it impossible to read without turning on a light. But after spending those seven years locked up in that cupboard, this was nothing but a cakewalk. I opened the notebook and started to read.

The Mages Association has many branches spread throughout the world but the main branch is the Clocktower in London. It acts as multiple things: first and foremost it is a school that teaches mage-craft to any magus willing to pay the tuition, though it seems the higher end families get a discount. Secondly it houses some of the most important documents collected by the Association. If you want to break in it would take a lot of planning and help. Thirdly it is a meeting place for many high status mages. Going in there without a plan is blatant suicide.

There seems to be as many mage-crafts as there are families. It's hard for me to believe but I'm sure that in terms of magic, mages far outweigh wizards. There is hardly any written material on how to cast spells. Most of these seem to be kept close to the family, with only the most basic of basic spells allowed to the public. Because of this there's no telling how deadly future opponents can be, if you run into a mage we haven't fought before I want you to run.

I haven't been able to find out information on who actually runs the Association but whoever does is so powerful that hardly any mage is willing to go against them.

I also found out that the Mages Association is in league with the Church. There are a few priests that have been trained in mage-craft so stay away from churches. There's no way to tell if their priests are mages until it's too late.

I've also managed to get information on Dante and his little troupe.

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Dante Thorn

Age: 34 years

Occupation: Elemental Magic teacher and Collector (The most common name I've found). The first job is self-explanatory but the second has a few parts to it. Most of the people he collects are high ranking members of the Association that have strayed from their grasp. Many of these people were vile criminals that deserved whatever was done to them but I've found a few exceptions. Dante is also responsible for collecting ancient artifacts tied to historical figures. I don't know exactly why he does it but there has to be some reason behind it.

Specialty: Fire-based Mage-craft. We've both seen what kind of firepower Dante has and according to the reports I found he was holding back. Until you and therefore Fran are in top shape you need to stay away from fights involving him. You got lucky when he underestimated you, it won't happen again.

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Sherry Veil

Age: 23

Occupation: Leader of the Snow Hounds. Sherry and his three friends have been a tracking squad for a few years now. Unlike Dante their group normally deals with small cases. They had such an amazing record that they were the ones sent to help Dante. While Dante might call the shots Sherry is the squads leader. They're quite impressive if I do say so myself.

Specialty: Tracking magic, containment magic, and a jack-of-all-trades. He's studied a bit of every type of Mage-craft taught at the Clocktower. Considering his age and that it's basically mage college, I don't think we should take him lightly. He's a man of his word and he's willing to take you in peacefully. We should use him to our advantage if Jason ever becomes too troublesome.

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Bill Dickless

Age: 23

Occupation: He is the recon expert of their squad. With his Mage-craft he's able to get plenty of information about their target. I also found out how his name got changed. His last name used to be Conwell but he got drunk with the guys, they had some kind of bet, and he lost and had to legally change his name to Dickless. While this is very funny let it be a lesson to not drink with guy friends because they will always do dumb shit like that to you.

Specialty: He is a summoner. He normally summons familiars: wolves, birds, and cats. Most of his seem to be for investigating while he has a few specified for combat.

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Bob Jackson

Age: 23

Occupation: He's the tank of their squad. As if that wasn't enough he's also a decent martial artist. I think the only reason I was able to beat him in a fight was through switching between my human and animagus form. It seemed to throw them all off.

Specialty: He is the attacker and shield. He's able to reinforce his body's magic circuits through mage-craft making him even stronger than he normally would. Of all five of them he seems like the biggest threat to you in terms of a real fight. Your apparation fighting style is good against the others but it wouldn't do much against him.

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Dave Wilson

Age: 23

Occupation: He's basically their tactician. He comes up with plans on how to deal with whatever enemy they come across. I'm sure that even now he's trying to come up with a way to fight you and capture you.

Specialty: He is an expert in ruins. Unlike a wizard he is able to draw runes in the air and draw out their full effect. He's a sly one that you need to watch out for. If he isn't in your line of sight then find him. He made an almost perfect trap against me in a matter of seconds. Do not underestimate any of these people. They are holding back to take you in alive but that can easily change.

All of the pages after that talked about the strengths and weaknesses of certain Mage-craft but until I got a grip on my own magic this would have to wait. I closed the book and put it down. I felt a lump form in my throat as it finally dawned on me how powerful my enemies were. How could I possibly protect Fran from these people. I have no idea on where to start. Falling to my knees I stared at my shaking hands. " I can't stay this weak . . . please tell me how to use you properly." I begged my own magic like it was a person. But it isn't.

My vision blurred as tears poured from my eyes. I'm so damn pathetic. I survived hell didn't I? I survived their attempts didn't I? My pain diminished, replaced by a fierce hatred of my weakness and my body. I threw myself to the floor and started to do a set of push-ups. If I can't find a way to make my magic stronger than I'll force my body to become stronger than my magic. It didn't even take a minute for my arms to feel like they were on fire but I wouldn't let that stop me. This pain is nothing compared to my beatings. This pain is nothing compared to what Fran's been through. This pain is nothing.

First I did 10 . . . then 20 . . . 50 . . . I stopped counting after I got to 100. My arms felt like they were going to collapse any minute but I didn't care. How many times could I have worked through the pain after a beating? If I had done it then Fran might not be in this position. And maybe I could help Jason out a bit more instead of causing him trouble. Finally I fell hard against the floor and cut open my lip. It healed after a couple of minutes but the familiar metallic taste coated my tongue.I tried to push myself up but my arms were too tired to support my weight. "Son of a fucking bitch." I groaned into the floor. I rolled onto my back and forced myself to sit up.

I left the book on the floor and walked into the kitchen. With difficulty I was able to open the fridge and clumsily place a bottle of water on the table. I sat down and lifted it up with shaking arms. I brought it to my lips and took a small drink. The cold liquid cascaded down my throat and I shivered again. I went to put the bottle back on the table but it slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. I reached for it to try and catch it but stopped halfway. It was floating in the air right in front of my face. I was too astonished to reach for it until it fell again and spilled on the hardwood.

Did I do that? I looked around and didn't see anyone. Fran couldn't have done it because she doesn't have magic and neither of the elves are the kind to pull a prank on me. Maybe they do it to Jason but they haven't given the slightest hint of doing it to me. In my excitement I nearly tripped on the water so I decided to take off my shirt and lay it on top of the puddle. How the hell did I do that? It can't be entirely instinctive because Jason and Dante are able to cast spells by saying a couple of words and channeling their magic.

I moved the chair away from my shirt and sat back down. I spent the next hour trying to get the shirt to float but no matter how hard I concentrated I couldn't get it to budge. How is it possible to do something on accident and not do it on purpose. "Fuck it, I give up for now. I'll just read the novel until it's time to make breakfast." I stood up but ducked as the book soared over my head and into the wall. "Really!" I hissed in anger, trying not to wake up Fran. I yanked it off the floor and stormed into the living room, hoping I could make my mind calm enough to read a few more chapters of the novel.

With Jason

Stains of blood littered the floor around Jason's chair. His shirt had been torn off and thrown to the side at some time during the night. Now his chest had several burn marks while his arms were covered in cuts that were oozing blood. His breathing was quick and shallow but his cocky grin was still plastered on his face. The only other sign of his resistance was the fire in his eyes. Greyback looked at him with an unparalleled fury. He had pulled out every torture method he had found in the muggle world. Electrocution, Waterboarding, and simply breaking his fingers one at a time. Nothing Greyback did managed to faze Jason.

"It sucks for you doesn't it?" Jason asked in that confident tone of his. He had been asking Greyback that question all through the night. It took every last ounce of willpower he had to not rip the annoying bastards throat out. Unfortunately Jason was more valuable alive than dead at the moment. He just needed to find out what would break the bastard.

"It's a shame I can't kill you like I killed that girl. Unlike you she was one hell of a screamer. Oh you should have heard them-" Greyback stopped and looked at Jason with a very sadistic gaze. "In fact I think I'll let you see her final moments. After all, I had a front row seat." Greyback gagged Jason and left the building.

He apparated to a house in France. It was very old and the outside was far from a pretty sight, but the inside was very different. The walls were coated with a new layer of yellow paint and the floors were mostly clean. Greyback used his wand to light the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire. "Pureblood Justice. Ah hello Left Hand."

"What reason do you have to interrupt me Greyback?"

"I have captured Jason Colt and am trying to pry information out of him. I believe I can do it if you lend me a pensieve. I know he will break when he sees what I want to show him." Greyback spoke in a hurry. Not even he wanted to make a move against the Left Hand. Not yet anyway.

"I see. I will have a few of our brethren bring you one in a couple of hours."

"Thank you si-"

"Never call me unannounced again."

Greyback was left in a cold sweat from the tone of the man's voice. He sat down at a table and grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey. "No harm in a little celebration." Greyback drank straight from the bottle and slammed it down. "Things are really starting to go my way."

With Harry

After reading a few more chapters I still couldn't see why Fran was so embarrassed. It was obvious that Fran and the girl were similar, though I wish they weren't. It was sad to read a story about someone that's gone through that but it was something else to know that my friend has gone through the same thing and worse. I wish I could be as strong as that boy, someone able to help and protect her. But I'm too weak to be that. I need to learn how to use magic, no matter what kind it is.

I put the book up and turned on the stove. It didn't take me long to make breakfast, despite the fact that no one's lived here for a while everything works perfectly. After finishing I took the food upstairs. Fran was still sound asleep when I walked in. I put my plate on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. A part of me wanted to let her sleep some more but at the same time I didn't want her food to get cold. Gently, I shook her arm, "Fran it's time to get up." She turned onto her back and let out a small groan. "If you don't want to get up I could always eat your portion of the food." I obviously wouldn't do that but she still bolted up.

I laughed while handing her the plate and grabbing my own. Normally we would eat in silence but I felt like I needed to ask her something. "Fran, I know we're supposed to go to the library today and help Bookworm but before that I want to go to Jason's apartment." She gave a weird, questioning look. "I don't think I'll make much progress in wandless magic until I know how to use wand-based magic. Jason might be able to get me a wand plus there are a few things I'd like to ask him." She nodded her head but I don't think she'll like the next part. "I also think I should go over there alone." Her eyes narrowed and I knew she was instantly against the idea. "I am sure that he's afraid of you. Not because of who you are but because you almost killed him the last time he came over. I just believe he would be more forthcoming if it was just me there."

She was debating it as she ate, that much was obvious. When she got done she sighed and grabbed the notebook. I don't like the idea of you going alone. But despite the errors he has made, Jason has proved to be nothing more than an ally. If you want to go alone I won't stop you. Also do you really think I would have killed him? I shook my head at her. "Of course not, but I can't say the same thing about Jason. You have thrown him into a few walls." She looked offended and held up two fingers. We chuckled but I felt a bit sorry for Jason.

"Thanks Fran I'll be sure to try and smooth things over." I left the room and took a shower. Before I walked out the door I took a look at my reflection. The difference was astounding. My body was still scary skinny but it was clearly better than a few days ago. Those disgusting potions really have worked wonders for me. It's just another thing that I have to think him for. Walking downstairs I waved at Fran and apparated away to the apartment.

I ended up in Jason's bedroom by accident but thankfully he wasn't in here. "God that would have been embarrassing." I muttered as I walked to the door only to stop when I heard shouting.

"What do you mean the idiot got himself kidnapped? If you know where he is then why don't you go save him?" Shouted a female voice that I didn't recognize.

"He ordered us to not save him if he were ever caught. We want to save him more than anything but we can't do it ourselves! Please Amelia, you have to do something." Ruby cried out to Amelia.

"We know that he's being held captive on a Malfoy property but we don't know what it's called. If you can get someone willing to help him we can take you there." Sapphire said calmly.

"It isn't as simple as that." started Amelia, "No one would approve of a move against Malfoy and the number of people willing to help Jason is very limited. I can't promise anything but I'll try to find someone. I wish I could go myself but if I lose my position it would do more harm than good." Amelia said but it was obvious she was stressed.

"How can you say that? Jason has been there for you and Susan at every turn. How can you abandon him like this?" Ruby screamed.

"It's because of what Jason's done for us that I can't help him. I'm sorry." Amelia left the room.

"Harry you can come out." Sapphire said. I entered the room and found Ruby crying while Sapphire held her.

"What happened to Jason?" Sapphire turned to me with her heartbroken eyes and I knew that I would be fighting someone today.

"Jason accepted a contract again but things went south. They found him out and took him. Now he's being tortured for information on his clients. We promised that we would never disobey an order from him so we can't go there and save him ourselves. I know that this is selfish of me but will you please save him Harry? Our whole lives we've been treated as slaves and objects but Jason was different. He offered us home and friendship. He gave us a reason to live. Please, from the bottom of my heart I beg you, save Jason." I heard enough. I walked forward and gave both of them a hug.

"I'll save him, but we need Fran's help. After we bring her here we'll plan and then strike."

With Jason

He was starting to get worried. Greyback wasn't close to Bellatrix by any means but he still had a few scary aspects, some of which could pose troublesome. The girls would probably go to Amelia for help but she wouldn't be able to do anything and he knew it. Their deal was a simple one. Amelia does a half-assed job of investigating his assassinations and he'll take down the corruption in the ministry. Jason laughed sadly at their weird friendship. Over the years he had come to respect and care for Amelia more than he should have. She was a by the books woman that hardly ever allowed any kind of relationship to form in the workplace and he was a go with the flow guy that made a personal connection with all of the children he saved.

It was kind of pathetic that he came to like her so much. Then there's Ruby and Sapphire, those two are probably gonna be pissed off that he got in this situation in the first place. Two house elves out of three dozen that he saved from Death Eaters. He wasn't alright with the idea of them being his property but he entered a contract with them anyway. They were his best friends and closest companions. He couldn't help but feel relieved that they weren't in the situation with him. A few tears fell down his cheeks as he wished he could tell them how much they meant to him.

Then there was the most recent friend he had made. Harry Potter, the unfortunate boy-who-lived. Jason was able to chuckle happily at the few memories he had of the kid. He was strong and bright for his age, he would do fine on his own. But then again he wasn't on his own was he? Harry had Fran with him, and though none of their encounters had been pleasant Jason knew from the bottom of his heart that Harry would be safe with her. It would have been nice to get to know him better but Jason had come to the conclusion that he wouldn't make it out of this. All he could do was hold out until death or insanity claimed him. If the Longbottoms could do it for their son then Jason could do it for all of the people that wanted payback.

He heard shuffling from outside and stopped crying. His tears wouldn't be seen by such vile monsters. The three werewolves that had knocked him out brought in a pensieve as well as a tub of vials filled with a white smokey liquid. "Please tell me that Greyback didn't use his micro penis to cum in those things. I'm up for a lot of torture but don't you guys think it's gross to transport that kind of stuff." Jason said with his normal gusto but he was more than familiar with what that was. A pensieve is a device that allows someone to view their memories. As long as you can remember it you can put it into a pensieve and based on what Greyback said Jason was going to need a lot of courage to face what would happen.

"The boss would be here himself but he's sure you'll break before the sun sets. I wonder if he's right." The biggest one said with a cocky grin. Jason for once didn't reply, he knew what was coming and he wasn't sure if he could keep his sanity. With dead eyes and no resistance the werewolves dragged him over to the pensieve while the third poured a vial into it. Jason looked into the swirling water and felt absolute despair fill his body. Unable to fight back Jason's head was pushed into the pensieve.

The scene changed to a dark day in a wet and cold alley. Jason was forced to sit and watch as his old friend walked into the meeting place. A girl that had been with him since his first days at Hogwarts. Jason watched as she looked around confused. "Greyback where are you? I have the intel you requested." She said with a small shaky welled up in his eyes as he watched the cloaked figures stepped out of the shadows. "What's going on?" She asked them, quickly realizing she was in trouble.

"You have been a double agent the whole time girl, and now it's time you pay." Greyback growled from his place in the darkness. Jessica tried to pull out her wand but she wasn't fast enough. One of the werewolves already had her pinned down on the cobblestone street. "Did you think you could get away with screwing me over girl?" He said as walked over to her. As he closed in on her Jason was forced closer to the scene that was to come. Greyback brought his leg up before slamming it down on her ankle. A sickening crack was quickly followed by her screams. Jason tried to look away but eve when he closed his eyes he could see what was happening.

"You won't win. No matter what they'll stop you!" Jessica shouted in defiance but it fell on deaf ears. They punched her and kicked her over and over again until her whole body was bruised and most of her bones were broken.

"Please leave her alone." Jason whispered as they pulled out their wands. Her eyes were filled with fear as they lowered them.

"Crucio." Came the hate filled howl of the wolves but it was overshadowed by Jessica's cry of pain. Jason tried to shield her body with his but all of the spells passed through his body and hit her. He was forced to look on as each new spell hit her and added to her pain. She shook uncontrollably as her body was racked with waves of pain. Jason shed tears as he watched on helplessly.

"Stop it please!" He cried out for her. "Jessica look at me! I'm right here! Just like I promised, I'm right here." He kept shouting until his voice broke from the strain. But she couldn't see him, she couldn't hear him. No matter how much he wished she knew she wasn't alone it was impossible. This was a memory that could never be changed by anyone. He didn't know how long he laid beside her watching and listening to her screams, unable to do anything to save her.

Finally it came to an end, Greyback walked over to her and pulled out a knife. "Did you really think I was done with you?" He leaned over her and plunged the knife into her shoulder, forcing another cry out of her broken body. He kept cutting her and cutting her until her skin was covered in either cuts or blood. He stood up and admired his handiwork as Jason tried to reach out for her. She mumbled something but neither of them caught it. "What was that girl?" Greyback asked with a sadistic smile. With her body still shaking and bleeding she pushed herself to her knees and stared him down.

"I said that Jason will come for you and when he does he'll win." Greyback stared down at her furiously and kicked her face.

"I don't know who the brat is but I'll be sure to kill him myself." After saying that He went back to slicing her apart but in his mad rage he didn't notice what she was mumbling. He heard it but he didn't realized he heard it.

"Jason will win." Jason looked down at his friend and grit his teeth both in anger and sadness. As the last of his hot tears fell to the floor he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save you but I won't lose. Not yet, I promise." He was forced to keep watching until she died but it had the opposite effect that Greyback desired. Looking at his deceased friend a fire burned in his eyes.

He was back in the building with the werewolves but they were shocked when he looked at them with hate filled eyes. "Was that the best you idiots could do? I'm disappointed." Jason said with that ever so confident smirk plastered on his face. He WOULD carry out her last will. No matter what he wouldn't die here and he would beat Greyback. For her and everyone else that wanted him to come back. He couldn't afford to give up. "You're gonna have to do better than that to break me."

A/N The next chapter will be published on Tuesday for all of you to read. Don't count Jason out just yet, he's a fierce fighter that won't back down so easily. Again I want to apologize for the delay even if it was only by a day. Thank you all for reading up to this point and please tune in next week for chapter 11.

Review honestly and enjoy Thanksgiving everyone.