I woke up for the second time that night, taking into account of the cold stone walls, the jingling noise behind me was probably shackles. And then I saw the last person - if you can call him that - I wanted to see. Old Voldie himself.

"Hey Tom, how's it going? Any fun killings recently?" I asked, leaning against the wall. Apparently vampirism gave you enough self confidence to screw with the Dark Lord while you're shackled to a wall. He narrowed his blood red eyes, a bunch of cloaked figures behind him.

"As a matter of fact, I am about to," he told me. I wasn't sure if I could die or not, I was a vampire after all, I think. I shrugged, "whatever. Do you really need your cronies here? Are you not powerful without them? Of course not, you're the Dark Lord," I said mockingly. "No one can bring you down. Well, if you don't count that infant version of me, that is. Let's see who you have here, there's Malfoy, oh, there's all three Malfoys here. What's the matter Draco? Couldn't wait to be enslaved? Then there's the LeStranges, Crabbe, Goyle, why am I only hearing Slytherin names here? I know you have other houses. Where's that rat of a servant of yours? Chicken out again? Run back to Dumbledore with his tail between his legs?"

All the while I was talking, he had been getting steadily angrier. Finally he snapped, kicking me in the chest. It knocked the wind out of me, but it didn't really hurt. I coughed through, pretending it did, "wow, you never did prize self control." That earned another kick.

"Let us leave, we'll starve him for a few days then send in Bellatrix, let her have some fun," he hissed, robes billowing behind him as he strode out of the dungeons. Snape did a much better version of that, much scarier.

I stayed the night there, sadly. I wondered if Snape was looking for me. The cold of the dungeon didn't bother me, neither did the lack of food. In fact, compared to just a month ago at the Dursley's, this was a little slice of heaven.

HPHPHP

For the first time since the Dark Lord's return, I began panicking. I forced myself to calm down and quickly formed a plan in my head, all the while returning to my home. I grabbed what I needed off the shelves and, going over my plan one more time in my head, before Apparating to the Riddle Manor, where Harry was being held.

Donning my Death Eater robes, I snuck into the house. Only the amount of time spent here allowed me to know where to go. I overheard Lucius talking to his son, Draco.

"How on Earth did Potter know it was us? You're sure you were fully covered?" He asked. I heard an almost tearful, "y-yes Father." I pitied Draco, I knew what it was like to be the object of Lucius' wrath. "Oh well, Bellatrix will have some fun with the boy before the Dark Lord gets his hands on him." I felt my blood run ice cold, they were going to set that mad woman on a sixteen year old boy?

I crept over to Bellatrix's rooms, my plan re-forming itself in my mind. For once I caught her unaware. I quickly stunned her and yanked a hair off of her insane head. Putting it in the flask of Polyjuice potion I had brought, I downed it, gagging at the taste. I quickly switched robes with her, along with taking her wand, and Obliviated her before rushing off to the dungeons.

Surprisingly, I found no one in my path. Something was telling me to stop, to be careful, but taking a leaf out of Harry's book, I ignored it all and forged ahead. Finally, I found where he was being held. I almost laughed, instead of looking wild or injured he looked...bored.

When he saw me he sneered, "hey Bellatrix. I thought you weren't scheduled to torture me for another day or so? And here I was enjoying my stay." I needed to quit being so snarky around him, I was rubbing off on him.

I bent down to his level, speaking in a low, rushed voice, "Harry, it's me, Severus. I'm here to get you out of here." He frowned at me, "if you're really that old bat, what was your favorite name for my father?" Internally I winced, but answered, "I frequently called him an attention seeking hooligan." He seemed unconvinced, "what was your obstacle for the Philosopher's Stone?" I pulled out my wand, trying to figure out how to undo his shackles, "a simple riddle that required common sense and an array of potions."

"One more question, where do you keep your sugar?" I looked up at this, raising an eyebrow, "with the tea cups above the ice box, are you quite done now?" He grinned, "I've never been happier to see Bellatrix in all of my life. And Severus, those robes do not look good on you." I had to smile at that, "I think so too. Now let's get you out of here. There are anti-apparition wards around the property, so we need to get to the hedge before we can apparate." I tapped the shackles with my wand, making them fall off.

Suddenly I felt magic ripple through the air, silent, but I felt it. A look from Harry told me he had, too. It instilled panic in both of us as we both rushed to the upper levels of the house. We had accidentally set of an alarm and now every Death Eater and the Dark Lord himself was going to be after us.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Thank you to all those who favorited and left reviews, it made my morning. And I am truly curious, what do you guys think is going to happen? Someone suggested that Snape gets Dominique to get Harry, another suggested that Dominique comes in and saves the day. Dominique does not turn into a major character until a few chapters from now, until our two favoritest people get back home.

I am currently 'getting ready' (air quotes) for play practice that's in half an hour. Oh I'm going to have fun... I even die in the play