A/N: Don't kill me, I know it has been ages since I updated.

Immoral Light

There were no prayers. There were no hugs, soft kisses or lovely embraces. No, there was no time. If it was, there would have been a funeral and a decent burial. There would have been hugs and kind words. Instead, the broken and pale body of Molly Weasley lay within the ruble, discarded like an animal on the side of the road. No roses, no plot- no indication of any mourning being taken place. There was only chaos.

They had to keep moving; mourning the loss of their mother, friend and wife had to wait. They were on the run now, their safe house were no longer in use. For a good while the Good felt as if they had reached their limits. Two and half months passed and death still lingered. The Order, or what was left of it, moved from area to area, careful not to seek any attention. They had tried to blend in with the local Muggles, but even that seemed to bring hardships. On this night, they found themselves hutched together in a condemned building with little food and necessities. Ron, Harry, Fred and Ginny were huddled together with Minerva, the only member of the original Order left. Remus, distraught with the disappearance of his wife left the Order a month ago to search for her. Arthur took a turn for the worst, as he was slowly spiraling down in depression, so George had decided to send him to the one place he thought fit-St. Mungos. There he stayed to look after his dear father. Minerva was the last one standing, though the recent battles shown on her body. She refused to fall and surrender. She was growing sick, she knew, but every night the elder witch told herself that tomorrow would bring victory their way…

"Death Eaters are on the move east of us, Minerva." Fred exclaimed, as he made his way down to the desolated basement of their hide out. His hair had grown a good length in the months that passed. His usual humor was still intact but his voice was rough, cold even.

Minerva sighed and squinted at the tattered map that lay across a crate. "They are moving fast, I don't think we can stop at the nearest town this time, the risk is too great."

"I agree, I say we keep our path and by the next night fall we will be on our way to the scheduled rendezvous, with Harry and the others." Fred replied, taking a seat in front of Minerva.

"Yes and hopefully…"

Minerva stopped short at a tap on the cracked window. She immediately clutched her wand and pointed it at the noise.

"An owl." Fred said as he watched the black owl furiously tap on the glass, spreading the cracks more and more out. Fred cautiously went to the window, opened it and retrieved the owl. He took the small tattered note from its beak and eyed Minerva, who nodded her head. "There's a snake that's hiding in the garden."

Minerva made a face as she heard Fred read off the note. "What on earth…"

"That's all it says. There's a Snake that's hiding in the Garden."

"It's been three days, and they still haven't sent word." Harry sounded, looking at Ron.

The newly founded trio found themselves in a wooded area. The wards were up, protecting them from unwanted predators yet someone did slither in. However, he is not the prey.

"I say we leave the prick, we are already off path. We need to meet up with the others!" Ron sneered as he looked at the captive that was tied to the tree.

Harry took in his best friends words, not wanting to make a rash decision. He knew that they needed to stay on track but his need to show compassion was slowly creeping up. "Ron, I don't know."

"Harry come on, it's been three days do you really think they are still there. They probably are already halfway to the rendezvous point!"

Harry looked at Ginny, the two had become closer since the battle he valued her opinion and looked at her as an equal. "Ginny?"

"I agree with Ron, Harry. This is a waste of time, he probably wants us to sit around debating on whether to help him or not so the Death Eaters can zone in on us." Ginny said.

Harry sighed and nodded. "You're right, we already wasted time, and he's not worth it." He slugged a tattered bag over his shoulder and walked to the tree to face the captor.

"Are you guys done talking amongst each other now? Now can you get me out of here, there isn't much time." Yelled the prisoner.

Harry stayed silent as he tightened the ropes. "Neither of us believes you, we can't risk it." He began walking away.

"What? You can't just leave me here!"

"Shut up, you git!" Ron shouted.

"At least untie me, let me have a fighting chance! Give me back my wand!"

Ron eyes grew dark as he took out the captive wand. He then looked straight in his eyes and snapped his wand in two. "Come on, let's go."

The three began walking away, Ginny silently lifted the charms. The screams of the young man could be heard in the distance.

"You'll be sorry, Potter! You all will be sorry!"

"You can't leave me here! They'll kill me!"

"Potter!"

Narcissa awoke in a sweat; she had been having the same nightmares for the past two weeks.

"Cissy, what is troubling you?"

"N..Nothing." She answered. She still was getting use to her new surroundings and her restored relationship with her sister, even after two and a half months. "It was just a nightmare."

Bellatrix walked over to her sister and laid a hand on her forehead. "You're running a fever."

"I know, mother." Narcissa rolled her eyes, getting up. "I'll be fine, Bella. Have you received any word?"

"I have a lead but nothing solid." She answered, going to the dresser. "It's been two months, Cissy, we need to find her."

"I want to find her as much as you do." Narcissa said as she went to the washroom.

The two Black sisters have been at their hide out for the past two months. Both sisters tried getting in contact with Hermione but were met with silence. Narcissa visited her Manor where she and Hermione stayed but only saw rubble. The elegant building had been burned to the ground nothing was left but a locket.

When Narcissa told her sister of her findings, the darker witch grew silent for a week. She has secluded herself even more. It was only when they received word of Narcissa's son's hit, did she snap back into reality. They found that the Dark Lord had tortured Lucius and now had a price for their Draco and Narcissa's head. They were eager to find the wear a bout of both Hermione and Draco, though most of the leads turned up cold.

Back in the wash room, Narcissa looked at herself in the mirror, grimacing at the bruise on her cheek. She took a shaky hand and ran it through her hair. "How did this all happen?" She asked her reflection.

How did this happen? She barely remembered a time when she was truly happy. It seems as if heartbreak would follow her through all her years, even with the return of her sister. Bellatrix… Bellatrix, her dear sister, who was presumed dead, had now returned. She still did not know the full story, for Bella did not share that secret- not all of it. All she knew was that Bellatrix was here; she could touch, hear, and see her. It wasn't a figment of the imagination; it wasn't in her mind- her sister was here. There were nights when her older sister seems like she wasn't here mentally, though, times that seemed like she was trapped between the living and the dead. There were nights when Narcissa would silently watch her sister have conversations with the unknown, she even would see her give a rare smile or laugh. The blonde never made it known that she saw this for she didn't know how to even address it.

Bellatrix sat on the window seal, furiously whispering. "I have to find her. Where could she have run off to? I have to find her."

"You mustn't worry, Bella." A voice sounded.

"I must, don't you see." Bellatrix hissed.

"You will never find her if you keep this up, darling."

"Selina, why can't you tell me what has happen to her?"

"I told you, it is not my place-."

"Why did you bring me back if my only purpose is to suffer? Hermione is gone and Cissy is—."

"She is still alive because of you."

"Her son may be dead right now."

"He is not."

"Is Hermione?" Bellatrix looked out the window, her eyes heavy.

"You know it is not my place."

"What can you tell me then, Selina?" Bellatrix shut her eyes. "What is the point of all of this?" She sighed, defeated.

"Bella, you know why you are here. You have been given another chance at life, another chance to set things right."

"Make things right." Bellatrix repeated.

"Come."

Bellatrix opened her eyes, which were now glazed over. Her body grew stiff and her heart grew faint. A smile spread on her cracked face as her mind traveled to a new world.

Narcissa closed her eyes and sighed as she saw Bellatrix hold a conversation with herself. Her sister was growing even madder, it seems.

"What happen to you, Bella?" She whispered to herself.

Blood splattered on a nearby rock as Hermione Granger released the contents of her stomach. She was wounded and growing faint by the minute. She didn't know how long she had been without food, water shelter or sleep but she did know that she couldn't last another day longer in her condition. She had to get help but where would she find it? She was broken and battered and without her wand. Her memory was fading, the last thing she could remember a mixture of bright red and green lights, she remember hearing screams and feeling a tug in her stomach and that was all. Slowly, she shuffled her way a few steps toward a run-down tavern, figuring she could at least find some bits of food, either that or find her final resting place.

She went in, the old door creaking in response to her entrance. Looking around, she noticed that the bar was actually in pretty decent shape. She rummaged through boxes but found nothing. Her vision was getting blurry and her stomach churned even more.

"Who's there?" A deep voice sounded above the 1st floor of the tavern.

Hermione didn't respond she instead looked through the cabinets. She heard a cock of a shot-gun then metal pressed against her back.

"Slowly turn around, hands up."

She did what she was told.

"God, Mervin put that thing down, it's just a kid!"

Hermione heard an older woman say. She could barely make out her surroundings. She tried to speak but darkness consumed her.