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Chapter Three: It's All About a Prophecy

Hope landed on a hard, cement floor with a grunt. She sat up and looked around, trying to understand how she'd gotten here.

"Excuse me, could someone please tell me what it is I'm doing here? I mean, it's the least you could do after you kidnap me."

"Poor little Hope," one of them mimicked. "All by herself and she doesn't even have a wand."

All the other laughed except the one who had argued with Harry. That one, Malfoy, stepped towards her.

"I'll tell you what's going on, your mother was a very powerful witch, who was blessed with powers even our Lord does not posses," he said with venom coating his words. "Your father was a rich man very high up on the social ladder, yet refused to believe in the pureblood laws. He was a strong wizard, and almost as good as escaping as that stupid Potter brat."

"I think you have the wrong person. I've never done a single bit of magic in my life, and I didn't even know my real parents. You're stupid to even think I'm worth your time," Hope said, glaring at Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't accept people talking back to him. He swiftly kicked the girl sitting in front of him. She groaned and rolled away from him, causing everyone to laugh again.

Hope ignored the pain and stood to face her kidnappers. "So why am I here? Because you are a bunch of sodding idiots who think I have powers I don't? Who cares about that?"

"You are here…" a new voice behind spoke. Hope turned and saw he stood in front of a door. "…Because I wanted to give you an opportunity. Join me and help me take down Potter. If you do that, Hope Collins, then you will have all you could ever ask for. Deny me, however, and the tortures you face will be long and almost kill you, only to heal your body to torment you again. Choose wisely."

Hope looked around and saw all the men in black robes bowing to the man with a twisted face. She turned and spat at him.

"I'll never follow you. Harry is a better person than you ever will be, and besides, he didn't kidnap me from my home, unlike you and your pathetic followers."

The man's face contorted with rage. "Nobody turns down Lord Voldemort and gets away with it!" He raised his wand and yelled a word the she had never heard before, and Hope fell to the ground against the pain she felt ripping through her body.

Harry stood from the ground and attempted to shake off the anger boiling through him. They'd taken Hope! He let them take her.

He ran down to Miss Figg's house and knocked impatiently on her door.

"Harry, dear. What are you doing out at this time of night?"

"Miss Figg, can I use your floo? It's really important."

The old lady studied Harry for a few moments. "Of course, dear. Just come on in. The powder is by the fireplace. I assume you know how it works?"

She waited for him to nod before continuing. "Well then, go ahead and I'll bring out some tea."

Harry yelled a quick thanks before rushing into the living room and flooing Hogwarts. Dumbledore's face showed up.

"Harry, what can I do for you?"

"Professor, I need to talk to you, and I mean now!"

Hope sang songs to herself while trying to keep herself occupied. She had been thrown into a cell with a small cot about half her height and a bucket of water she was afraid to drink. The cell had stone floors and walls and was really cold to her skin.

Hope sighed and decided she might as well see if the water was drinkable. She walked over and looked in it to notice it was a dark brown. She grimaced and put her fingers in it wishing it was clear.

She pulled her hands out and gasped. The water that had been so dirty a moment before was now crystal clear. How did that happen?

Hope put some water in her hand and put it to her mouth to drink, noticing it tasted just like the water at home. She shook her head, wondering what had just happened, and how she had managed to do something so impossible. She considered it as she curled up on the cot and tried to fall asleep

Dumbledore, Harry, McGonagall and Snape were all gathered in Dumbledore's office trying to figure out how to approach this situation. Snape had not been summoned yet, so he didn't know where they were keeping Hope, and even after he got summoned, he won't be able to tell anyone exactly where he apparated to.

"Does anybody even know why they took her?" Harry asked, taking everybody by surprise. "Malfoy said she was from a magical family, but she had never heard of magic."

The three adults shared a look before Dumbledore spoke. "Harry, Hope is not from the family that lives across the street from you. She was adopted as a baby. Voldemort had her family wiped out when she was younger because of another prophecy. Professor Snape tricked the others into believing she was dead with a clever potion, and returned later that night to bring her here. We wanted her to grow up close to you, hoping you would get to know each other."

Harry closed his eyes. "What does this prophecy entail?"

"I don't remember the exact words, but it says basically whichever side she chooses wins. The Dark Lord won't kill her because he needs her to win," McGonagall spoke for the first time since arriving.

Snape however, recited the whole thing from memory, earning a shocked look from Harry. He sighed and rolled his eyes at him.

"Potter don't be so surprised. Hope's father is the one who convinced me that purebloods aren't better than everyone else, and we were close friends. Besides that, of course, I would know a prophecy related to her, because Hope Collins is my goddaughter."

Hope awoke to someone entering her cell. She glared at the person as he walked over and grabbed her forcefully by the arm.

"It's time to have a little fun with you." the cold voice responded.

Hope just gritted her teeth and remained silent as she was forcibly taken to a larger room with no furniture. She was thrown hard on the floor as the others in the room laughed. She glared at them until a familiar voice started speaking.

"My loyal death eaters, we have before us the key to the war. Hope Collins is the last remaining member in the Collins family, and she is here, powerless. It is such a shame we just can't kill her."

"And why can't we do that, you ask? Well, she is the girl prophesied about. The one who will decide which side wins this bloody war. With her, it is impossible to be defeated by Potter. We must make her see that our side is the one to be on. To do that, you will show her what awaits those who don't join me."

Hope assumed Voldemort made some motion she couldn't see, because she was surrounded by death eaters. She glared at each of them, and was surprised at the sharp pain that suddenly swept throughout her entire body.

Hope bit her lip to keep from screaming out; she would not let those bastards have the pleasure of hearing it. The death eaters all took turns throwing different colored curses at her until Hope could not move because of the pain. She heard Voldemort yell for them to stop, and then she felt herself being lifted and carried roughly before being thrown on her uncomfortable cot.

After the man left, and Hope was sure nobody else was around, she finally let loose the tears she wouldn't give Voldemort the pleasure of seeing.

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A/N: Poor Hope. Oh wells, thanks go out to all of you who are reviewing. I might post more than one chapter a week if you review..hmm...goodness knows I'm far enough ahead to do it.

Also, thanks to Nita for betaing the story for me, otherwhise it probably wouldn't make sense to anybody else because of grammer/spelling mistakes.