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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Kidnapped!!

Hope felt the pull of the portkey and backed away from Harry as soon as her feet hit ground.

"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" She screamed at him. "You're going to get us killed. We can't leave the wards."

Harry smirked at her. "Dear, dear, Hope. Don't you know, I want you to die?"

Hope shook her head. "No! You're under a curse or something. Harry, come on..." she pleaded with him.

"Oh, dear Hope. He is not under a curse, but a potion. A polyjuice potion to be exact. You see, he's not Harry Potter at all."

Hope turned back to stare straight into the red eyes of Voldemort before looking back at the person she spent the entire day with. "Then who are you?"

"Wait and see, the potion should wear off in any moment. Right now, let's take you to your boyfriend, since you are so desperate to see him."

Hope felt dread fill up her heart. "You had better not have harmed him, or I'll kick your bloody arse!" Hope screamed back at Voldemort. "You're not as bad as everyone thinks you are, Tom Riddle."

Voldemort's eyes moved to slits as he glared at the daring girl in front of him. "Take her, now," he ordered the fake Harry.

Hope was grabbed roughly from behind and pulled the opposite direction. She shrugged of the hand and followed him willingly. When she got to the cell, her heart broke.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, rushing in. She knelt beside the still form of her boyfriend.

"Harry, please wake up," she cried, taking out her wand. She aimed it as the fake Harry and muttered a spell that would immediately remove the guise put in place by the potion. She couldn't help but gasp when Seamus Finnigan emerged.

"Hello, Hope. You can heal him if you wish." Hope glared at him as she turned back to her boyfriend. Not willing to redirect her wand off of Seamus, she held her hand out and urged the magic flowing in her body to flow out of her hand.

"What are you doing?!" The startled boy asked. Hope glared at him and he wisely shut his mouth. After a few minutes, Hope leaned back against the wall while keeping her wand pointed at Seamus.

Harry started to stir and groan. He noticed that he was in less pain and briefly wondered at that before sitting up. He looked around and was shocked by the two new people in the cell.

"Hope? Seamus?" Harry asked, getting to his feet. "Why are you here? Merlin, don't tell me that Voldemort got to the both of you as well."

"Harry, shut up," Hope said, rubbing her head. Her wand was still pointed at Seamus.

Harry was confused now. "Hope? Why is your wand pointed at Seamus?"

"Because the prat decided to join Voldemort, and then impersonate you, and then bring me back to the freaking place that I never wanted to return to! The last one in itself is freaking enough!" Hope was losing the battle of reigning in her emotions. She dropped her wand in favor of burying her face in her hands to hide the tears.

Harry was at her side in a minute. "Hope, when have you been here?"

"Merlin, Harry. Do you not know anything about your girlfriend? This is where they held poor Hope before they decided to try more inviting measures to get her to join our side. She made the wrong choice regardless."

Harry knew Seamus had lost it. This was not the same boy that he had met in his first year. The boy who he stayed up with on the first night of every term and joked around with and pulled pranks with.

"What pushed you over?" He asked the boy.

"You did. You got everything. It wasn't a secret how every boy in our year liked Hope, but who should win her except the famous Harry Potter." He spat out the name. "All of us want your life Harry, and you're too much of an ingrate to realize that you have the best life of all of us."

"Seamus, you only see the good in my life. I lost my parents when I was one year old. I've lived in a home where I'm a house elf since then. I have no family to write letters to, nowhere to consider home. I have a madman constantly out for my blood, and a Potion's teacher who hated my guts. There's more too...want to hear it?"

Seamus looked pensive for a moment before lowering his wand. Harry turned his attention back to Hope. "Look at me," he commanded her.

Hope shook her head, her body now shaking. Harry looked back at Seamus and noticed him coming closer. "What did you do to her?" He yelled at the boy.

"I didn't do anything. She did some thing where light came out of her hand and into you, but she was the one with her wand at me."

Harry was growing increasingly worried over the state that his girlfriend was in. It seemed that with every passing second she just got worse. She was now on the floor curled up, lost in her memories.

"I see young Hope remembers this place." A cold voice came from the opening of the cell.

"Malfoy, go away!" Harry yelled at the older man, never taking his eyes off Hope.

"Now, now, Harry. Is that any way to treat your elder?" He said with a smirk playing his mouth.

Harry ignored him until he heard Seamus yell something. Harry turned around quickly and saw Lucius bound and gagged so he couldn't yell, with Seamus' wand pointed at him.

"Seamus! I don't understand." Harry exclaimed.

"The idiot left the gate open. Promise me I can still safely join the side of the light. I can obliviate Malfoy and he won't remember a thing. Promise that, and I'll give you back your wand and watch you walk out. But, I can only promise a few minutes before I have to alert the others."

Harry smiled at the boy. "Thanks, Seamus. I promise you, you will be able to work on the right side. Can you give us five minutes?"

Seamus nodded and threw a wand at Harry. "I can try. Take hers as well. Have fun trying to get her out of here," he said, walking over to the eldest Malfoy.

Harry watched as the teen successfully obliterated the past hour out of Malfoy's mind before stunning him and dragging him out of the dungeon. Then, he knelt down in front of Hope, trying to get her attention.

"Hope, we need to go. Seamus is going to let us go. Do you want to get out of here?" He watched for any sign that she was listening. "Hope, please..." he pleaded with her.

Hope turned her head up to his and saw the begging look in his eyes. She pushed the memories back and stood shakily.

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he handed Hope her wand. Grabbing her hand in his, he led the way down the hallway.

Hope had become more alert the further they went, and now she was looking around for any sign they might be followed. When they finally reached the door, they both rushed through the door and into a trap.

"Harry Potter, how do you slip through my followers' hands every time? You are a mere sixteen year old, and Hope a mere fifteen year old."

This caused more than a few heads to turn toward Voldemort. One brave death eater bowed before speaking. "My Lord, the girl must be sixteen. She is after all a sixth year at the school."

"Hope, have you not told anyone your age?" Hope glared at the monster as he turned around. "Hope Collins is special at Hogwarts. She was placed a year ahead of the others because of her precious prophecy."

While everyone's attention was focused on him, Hope pulled out her wand and whispered a spell, which hit Voldemort in the back. The snakelike creature let out a howl of pain before turning to the girl, his eyes in slits.

"You stupid little girl. Your end will be so much stickier now. Seize them!" He yelled to his Death Eaters. Before either had time to react, they were held down and dragged off into different parts of the forest.

Harry was thrown roughly against a tree and bound while the rest of the Death Eaters walked toward the lake.

"It seems kind of odd, doesn't it?" A young voice asked. "That we're going to kill her like muggles do, when we are so against them?"

The voice was shushed by the other. "Don't question our Lord. I also do not agree with drowning her, but he must have a reason for it."

Harry just listened to them, helpless, as he wondered what they were doing to Hope. He had his wand, but he couldn't get to it. Why were they just leaving him? What sick game was Voldemort playing now?

Hope was dragged through the woods until they came to a clearing, where she was thrown onto the ground. She glared at the Death Eaters who had dragged her.

"What are you going to do? You know I'll win in the end," Hope said, taunting them.

"So confident, yet so wrong. You're only helpful alive. In fact, you're more helpful, because you led Harry right into our trap."

Hope shook her head. "I never did a thing to hurt Harry."

"Really? By causing Harry to fight with his best friend, you drove a young Gryffindor to our side, and he was able to tell us when Harry left the school. Therefore, you led us to capturing Potter."

Hope smirked. "Really? Then what did you do? Oh wait! You don't do anything because you are all pathetic weak followers of someone who couldn't win this war if he had a REAL leader guiding him."

Hope saw the hit coming before she felt the pain flash across her stomach. Instead of keeping her mouth shut, she taunted him more. "What's wrong, Malfoy? Did I strike a nerve? What about this one then. Even your son realized that the side you're on was so pathetic that he left you, giving up your name and money to align with me."

Malfoy started throwing random curses at her, and blood pooled in the area around Hope. Using her training from last time to not scream, she bit her lip and turned her head away from the blood.

After awhile, the other Death Eaters stopped him, and they roughly pulled Hope to her feet. Hope shrugged them off before they could start dragging her again and walked with them each holding one of her arms toward their new destination.

Harry heard the sound of leaves crunching and turned his head toward where the sound was coming. He watched, shocked, as two Death Eaters pulled a bleeding Hope to the clearing beside the lake and dropped her to the ground.

Hope looked around from her position on the ground, trying to find Harry. After a minute, she saw him tied to a tree, and saw the look of defeat in his eyes.

She nodded to him as others joined, and mouthed a single phrase that had been said so many times during the past year. "Never lose hope, Harry. It's not over yet."

Harry looked surprised but nodded to her as she heard the voices around her.

"My loyal followers. Tonight, we gather here to turn the war in our favor, so we can finally take the victory. Tonight, we have not one young hero from the light's side, but both of their beacons of light. Tonight, we finally destroy Harry Potter, who has escaped from my grasp so many times because of luck and the help of his friends. And with him, we have Hope, who has turned so many against me, in just the year she's known of magic. Tonight will finally be the night of their destruction."

"But, considering how both of them grew up, I think it only fit we kill them as muggles die. Harry has already led so many to their deaths, and now he will watch as his girlfriend is drowned."

Hope jerked her head up, the fear evident in her eyes. "No way! You're mad, Tom!"

Voldemort glared at the girl while motioning to another Death Eater. He picked Hope up and cast a charm on her to weigh her body down. Hope barely heard Harry's cry of anguish before she was thrown into the lake and water surrounded her.

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A/N: Oooh...cliffhanger? Hope you all like it. See ya later.

Kayla