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Harry Potter

"I'll take first watch. You get some sleep." Bill headed to the back o the cave while Charlie sat at the front, holding his wand in one hand and the binoculars in the other.

"It's alright, Charlie. Get some rest. I'll take it." Harry got up and limped towards the mouth of the cave.

"You really think we're going to let you get away that easily?"

"What do you mean?" Harry inched towards the opening some more and gripped his wand, raising his arm just a little. Charlie noticed and raised his wand some more, also.

"You want to go save everyone. We're not idiots, Harry. And you're not that original." Bill was walking back from the end of the cave, having heard the argument. Charlie stood up as he came, both of them blocking the entrance now.

"Stupefy!" Harry dodged Bill's jinx, it hitting the wall behind him and sending bits of rock everywhere. A shock of pain wound its way up Harry's shin. Struggling to get up, Harry cast a protective shield around himself.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Sorry 'bout that, mate. Didn't know you had good reflexes."

"Well, what do you expect, Bill? He's a seeker."

Harry was growing sick and tired of their playful bantering.

"You guys seriously aren't going to let me go, are you?" Harry inched closer to the back of the cave. It was darker, and the walls were thin and hidden.

"I don't think I'm going to let you go. Hey, Charlie, you going to let this bag of broken bones go and get himself killed, leaving us to go rescue everyone?"

"No, I don't think I will. That would be kind of tiring, and I just don't feel like it today."

Harry was far into the back of the cave by now. The other two were slowly following him, their wands lighted. Once Harry got to the back of the cave, he let his hand wander, feeling the rough rocks. The stones cut into his hands, causing blood to drip down his arm and into his sleeve.

"Harry, are you going to do something stupid?" Bill called from the center of the cave. Harry could see Charlie's wand tip exploring the back, looking for Harry. He clamped his mouth shut, not about to lead Charlie to where he was standing.

Harry's hand felt along the rock, finally finding the place where he was looking for: the area of rock where the years of water damage and decay had crumpled it, causing pieces to chip off at the slightest touch.

Harry watched as Charlie's wand illuminated the opposite end of the cave. He stood back and pointed his wand tip at the center of the rubble.

"Reducto!" The cave broke apart, leaving a gaping hole where rock used to be. Light swam in from the moon and stars. Harry jumped out the hole and resealed it after himself. It let out onto a hill of broken boulders, each one looking as though it would roll down the hill at any moment.

Harry crouched down behind a large rock and waited. As soon as his cloak swept the rock's edge, Charlie and Bill came running out of the cave, having blasted their own hole. He watched as Charlie took one of the two brooms they had and flew down the hill, staying low to the sharp rocks. Meanwhile, Bill resealed the hole and ran after his brother, chasing nothingness.

"And they say they're not idiots." Harry mumbled to himself as he shifted around the side of the cave and headed towards Hogsmeade.

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Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom

"Neville, it's been almost two weeks. We can't get out of here. There's no hope." Luna sat in the corner of their damp cell. Neville was leaning against the broken wall, listening to Ginny's cell. They had heard someone enter it, but hadn't left yet, thought there was no noise coming from his friend's cell.

"It's Draco in there again, isn't it?" Neville nodded once, pressing his ear closer to the rock. Draco had been down twice since he tortured Ginny, and each time they talked, too quiet to be heard through the thick stone.

"This is bad. I can feel it. Either Draco's put a silencing charm on the room, or they're actually talking." Luna stood up from her corner and walked over to Neville, sitting on his lap.

"Don't think like that, love." Neville said, kissing her hair. "It could be the complete opposite. Maybe Ginny's refused to say anything."

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Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy

"I know how you feel. The Dark Lord hasn't been letting me near you. I finally had to sneak away."

"Draco, don't do that. I don't want you hurt over me." Draco shook his head, fighting the image of getting tortured as Ginny had the night before.

"I feel like this is all my fault. I mean, I'm the one that got Dumbledore killed, I'm the one that came up with the plans, I'm the one that led Harry to his death." Draco stopped short, realizing what he had just said. Ginny gasped, finding it hard to breath, and pulled her legs in closer to her chest.

"You still haven't eaten." Draco pointed out quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Not hungry right now." Ginny mumbled, looking at the unappetizing bowl of green soup in the corner. A glass of warm milk sat next to it, and a rotting apple was next to that.

"It's bad, I know. I wish I could bring you down something better, but I can't without getting caught. I'm sorry." Draco added, looking down.

"It's not that bad, I just don't feel like eating, promise." Ginny said, looking at his sad stature. She had grown fond of him the past week, and Ginny could now see the tormented soul within his rough exterior. Draco, too, was seeing Ginny as more of the 'blood traitor'. Though they had only spoken twice since their 'incident', Draco had brought her food, at which time they would smile at each other and Ginny would politely thank him for whatever revolting food he had brought that day.

"Are you sure you don't want to be moved upstairs into one of the better dungeons? I may not have much pull around here, but I'm sure I can try."

"No thank you. I don't want to be given special treatment." Ginny replied, pressing her back against the wall harder.

"You want to suffer as much as your friends. I understand." Draco saw her stiffen against the wall and look at the broken block on the other end of the wall.

"You're always sitting here. Why not, I don't know, over on the other side of the room?" Draco smirked at the terrified expression on her face, masked with a sense of calmness.

"It's too cold over there." She replied, hugging her knees closer to herself at every word Draco spoke.

"I know about it. And I won't tell if you don't." Draco whispered in her ear as he stood up, straightening his robes. "I really must go. It's my turn to be guard tonight, and the Dark Lord won't like it if I fall asleep on the job."

"Guard what?" Ginny asked, thoroughly intrigued now.

"Room of Requirements. You know how it became that doorway last year? The Dark Lord found that out, and now we have to guard it. Kind of pathetic, I know. But, the Dark Lord gets what the Dark Lord wants." He said, bowing at Ginny. She nodded, and Draco left the cell, a feeling of warmth in his heart and ice on his veins.

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