It had been 28 days and Voldemort was getting increasingly impatient with Harper. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She would either have to give in soon, or she would be replaced. She leaned against the headboard of her bed and put her head in hands. She knew what she needed to do, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was in such deep shit.

This inner monologue was ended abruptly by Voldemort crashing into the room. By now Harper had learned to gage his emotions, and today he was angry. Very angry. She had a feeling, though, that even if they hadn't been in close contact for almost a month, she would have known that.

"Listen you little tease," he said grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to look him in the face. "I have been patient, I have been cordial, I have been a fucking saint! Now you're going to give me what I want or you will be disposed of!" he hissed in her face. She took a deep breath and tried to avoid looking him in the eyes. She took a deep breath and came to terms with what she was about to do.

"Ok" Was all she could bring herself to say. Out of shock, the Dark Lord loosened his hold on her hair. "Ok?" he asked, not sure if he knew what she was saying. "Ok." She affirmed. "Tonight we can start trying to…. ummm conceive," saying it out loud made her nauseous. Apparently, Voldemort did not feel the same way. He grinned maliciously and kissed her on the forehead, chuckling. "Until tonight then…" he said, sweeping out of the room.

For a couple moments, all Harper could do was sit on the bed numbly. She needed to let what she had just agreed to sink in. When it finally hit her, she ran to the bathroom that was a part of the suite Voldemort and provided for her, and puked violently. Her stomach was in knots, everything seemed to hurt, her head was fuzzy. She didn't have a choice now; this was actually going to happen. No one was coming; She wasn't going to be saved. She needed to resign herself to what was going to happen tonight.

Harper did everything she could think of to calm her nerves about what was to come. She opened her window and got some fresh air, she took a bubble bath; she even tried a little yoga in the middle of her suite. Nothing was working. She still felt nauseous and her stomach was still in knots. All she could do was pace, and wait for what was to come. The sun was starting to set and she knew that she couldn't have more than an hour until Voldemort would come. She began mentally preparing herself. But he mental preparation was interrupted by a huge crash from the lower level.

Harper froze in place, wondering what the noise had been. The crash was soon followed by shouts, bright flashes of light, and more crashing sounds. One of the Death Eaters, complete with mask, came rushing into the room and grabbed Harper by the arm. "Come on" he said gruffly, pulling her out of the room and down the stairs. As the unknown death eater was about to drag her out the door, he was hit in the back with a flash of purple light and Harper's arm was grabbed by someone else. She looked up to see a middle-aged man with mousy brown hair and scars on his face. She recognized him, of course. He had been in the paper a lot these past few years. It was Remus Lupin, a well-known member of the Order of the Phoenix. Harper couldn't remember ever being this relieved in her life. She was saved.

Scene Change!

Draco was pacing the floor of Order Headquarters. Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur, and Potter had left to get Harper. They hadn't let him come and Granger and Weasley needed to stay back to ensure he didn't try to follow. Mr. Weasley had pointed out that it might not be the best idea for the Dark Lord to know that he's betrayed him yet. Draco knew he was right, but it was nerve racking just waiting for them to return.

Over an hour after they had originally left, the rescue squad returned. Harper had fallen asleep in Lupin's arms on the way home. "We'll put her in the guest room" Remus whispered, carrying her up the stairs. Draco quickly followed, refusing to be more than 5 feet away from her. Remus laid her in the bed and put her under the covers while Draco pulled up a chair next to the bed, preparing to wait right there until she woke up.

"Maybe you should give her some space Draco… we don't know what happened at the compound" Remus mentioned carefully, hoping he would take his advice. Draco just shook his head adamantly. "I want to be right here when she wakes up" he said quietly, taking her hand in his. Remus just nodded and went downstairs to regroup with everyone else.

Draco sat by the bed for not much more than thirty minutes before Harper slowly started to wake up. "Good Morning sleepy head" Draco said softly with a smile. Harper turned her head to see Draco and then she shot up. "Get away from me!" she yelled, scrambling out of bed towards the far corner of the room. Draco was very confused. "Harper, it's me. It's Draco" he said, very hurt and confused by her reaction.

"I'm not stupid," she hissed, glaring daggers at him. "I know everything! Why you and your father seemed so interested in me!" Draco was beyond confused. "Harper, what are you talking about?"

Harper lost it and slapped him hard across the face. "You were scoping me out for Voldemort!" She screamed. "You were test driving me! Seeing if I was suitable for him to FUCK!" Tears were streaming down her face now. "Did he touch you?" was all Draco could think to ask, stunned by everything that was going on.

Furious, Harper grabbed a vase from the dresser and chucked it at Draco's head. Lucky for him, she missed and it smashed against the wall. Draco couldn't believe what was happening. "Get out" she whispered, exhausted from her sudden burst of anger. Draco paused for a moment, not moving at all. "Get out!" she repeated louder which forced Draco out the door.

Harper collapsed on the bed and started crying freely. She would never forgive Draco for this, not ever.