Title: The Point Of All Emotions
Author: ThePhantomsRedRose
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Phantom of the Opera.
Summary: AU, 7thYear. The war looms in everyone's thoughts. To take their mind away they begin work on a Musical. Strong partnerships are established, but are they strong enough to win the war?
Authors Note: Graphic Creature Violence… You have been warned

The Point of Kidnappings

Hermione struggled with her binds. She attempted to cast wandless magic but she was unable to keep her mind focused in the current scenario. She was on a dirt floor with rusty iron bars holding her in, not that they were needed with these binds and the shackles that had been applied by the Deatheaters earlier. She attempted to do a crunch to sit up but as soon as her torso was lifted a bout of Crucio lashed at her, screams emptying into the night air.

"Headmaster, Hermione is not in her rooms or at the party, I am beginning to worry," Severus said as he pulled aside Dumbledore.

"Don't worry boy, she has a good head on her shoulders. She must be downstairs with the Dragonling," He said walking away.

Severus had already checked downstairs, she had not been there. He attempted to swallow the knots in his stomach. Her stone in his engagement ring was burning black. He had already attempted to reach her over the waves in the ring but she had not responded.

At least Severus knows I am missing she thought as she continued to hear the sounds of his voice in her ears, wondering where she was. She tried to see her ring but did not want to risk another round of Crucio.

Wait a moment, what am I doing? I am a dragon for crying out loud! I don't need to be here, She thought as claws were beginning to emerge from her hand binds. She scratched at her human form tearing at the binds and her flesh.

"Hey what are you doing?" The watch death eater began as he saw Hermione taking form. The shackles gave way, as she grew bigger. She unfurled her neck, stretched it and listened.

She could not detect anyone else in the entire building with her dragon senses. Within a second, she torched the approaching guard as he began to boil under the heat of the flames. She peered at the scorched guard and felt remorse for that type of death.

I have to get out of here normally so Voldemort wont realize I am a dragon, if he does our plan is sunk She thought as she began to pick the lock with her claw. The lock gave and she carefully guided her self out of the prison that she realized was Azkaban from the air. She soared up past the clouds to avoid being seen. She flew Southwest and recognized the land of Scotland. She looked down and scoured the ground for Hogwarts. She finally saw it and began to flail down to the castle with gashes on her stomach and wings. She sunk back to her regular form, bleeding profusely. "Outside," She muttered into her ring before falling over clutching her stomach.

"Hermione's outside," Snape yelled over the festivities of the order.

"How do you know boy?" asked one of the elder order members.

"I just do," He said running out of the great hall. By now, it was ten o'clock and it was absolute darkness. He lunged into his panther form and began to search with nocturnal eyes. It was not his eyes that tipped him off however. His nose flared with the smell of blood as he ran he saw Hermione's shriveled up body on the ground.

He changed forms and bent over to pick her up. He held her on his shoulder, like a little girl clutches her rabbit. He began crying and running, up to the castle, were Dumbledore, Harry, Ginny, and Ron greeted him at the doors. He ran passed them down to the dungeons. He laid her on his couch and began to reach for his emergency potion stores.

He thrust a putrid green potion down her throat, followed by a blue slimy one. "Severus," Hermione said faintly, "What were those?"

"Oh Hermione," He said embracing her, "Shh, everything's going to be fine, I need to go get my medical supplies, I'll be right back," He said leaving to his private stores. He came back with an arm full of supplies. "I'm going to need to take you dress off to get to your cuts," He said as she nodded.

He lifted it over her shoulders gently, shuddering at his fiancé's half naked, bloodied body. "That wasn't exactly how I pictured that moment," Hermione said with a weak smile.

"Shh," he said rubbing her cuts with healing potions. He looked over at the portrait that admitted a worried Dumbledore.

"How is she?" Dumbledore asked.

"How do you think she is," Severus said, obviously irritated with Dumbledore's presence.

"I'm fine Professor Dumbledore," Hermione choked out.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

"She most certainly can not!" Severus said fussing over her.

"Severus I must know," Dumbledore pleaded.

"Wait until tomorrow Albus," Severus hissed.

"I trust your judgement Severus," Dumbledore said striding out of the room.

Severus wrapped the wounds and got Hermione some chocolate and some soup. Hermione gobbled it down quickly out of hunger but then spewed it out from the side effects of the rounds of Crucio.

"Shit, I should have thought of that!" Severus said as he thrust a yellow vile of potion at Hermione. "Drink this," He said hurrying out into the kitchen to make more food for Hermione. He prepared A steak and potato soup for her and this time she ate without problem. When she was done she sank back onto the couch and began to sleep.

Severus cleaned up the dishes magically and then carried Hermione into his bedroom and placed her in his bed. He went back to the living room to keep guard. Wand in hand in case anything went wrong.