Chapter 9- Captivity

I didn't recognize him. He looked strangely familiar but I couldn't place his face. What tugged on my mind was his blue eyes that…held a twinkle in them.

Dumbledore. That's who he reminded me of, but it was obvious it wasn't really him.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked finally, breaking the silence that had occurred during our staring session.

"Aberforth Dumbledore." It clicked in my mind instantly.

"What does your brother want me to do?" I asked with a heavy sigh.

I heard his hearty laugh and looked up at him to glare. What did he have to laugh about?

"You're a smart one. He wants you to kill Voldemort and say that Harry Potter did it." He said simply. I couldn't decide if he was supporting the idea or not. He was harder to read that Dumbledore.

I stood up and brushed off my backside.

"Fine, and now that everything's all settled we can go back to the castle for dinner." I said easily. He gripped my wrist, gently.

"I cant do that."

My blood ran cold for a second. Dumbledore wouldn't send me to my death unprepared would he? What am I thinking, of course he would. For Harry, he would. I had the feeling that this Aberforth would do anything for his brother, even if he didn't want to or agree with it.

"Why not?" I asked cautiously. Why did I have to be forced and not asked nicely? Did Dumbledore think I would desert Harry and leave him to die? Harry's like a brother to me!

"Because the Dark Lord will be here any minute. Severus summoned him here, though somewhat against his will."

"You're joking." I said nervously. They couldn't expect me to kill anyone, even a mass murderer!

He frowned just a bit, but a distinctive pop echoed around us, and he spared me once last glance before apparating before my eyes.

I grabbed where he'd just been in disbelief. He really left me here? That two-faced bastard! My heart was jumping in my chest and my breath was coming out in pants because of how terrified I was.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to be invisible. I wasn't using magic this time. I was just acting like a terrified little girl.

I shook my head firmly. I needed to be strong and brave. Now wasn't the time to be a scared little girl. I had powers Voldemort knew nothing of. I could do things he wished he could do at my age. I could do this.

I was sure of that until he…no it walked through the entrance and into my vision. His eyes were slits, much like a snakes, and his face was more pale than the infamous Malfoy skin. He was still attractive despite all that and that made my stomach quiver. How could anyone love something like that? He reeked of death and when his eyes fell on my 5'4 form he smiled, revealing a row of razor sharp teeth. My god, he wasn't even human anymore. How could he have been so scared of death to do this to himself? He'd been human once.

"That was a very long time ago, Miss Granger." He said, but his voice sounded to human. Almost seductive in a way. Didn't he know I was a mudblood?

"Yes, I do, but Severus said I would be most delighted at what I found here. There must be something special about you or he wouldn't tell me that." He said walking towards me with a cat like grace. I wouldn't ever feel bad about my clumsiness.

"You're wonderful for my self esteem, Mudblood." He murmured quietly. I expected my face to flame at being caught thinking so negatively about someone, but he obviously didn't count as being human enough to insult.

"Now that's just being hateful, Miss Granger."

I snapped out of the terrified daze I'd been in and felt a hot rage spike.

"That's Mudblood to you." It'll be easier if he calls me that.

"Oh my.." He whispered, amusement and shock clouded his deformed face.

"You're going to try and kill me." He said gleefully.

"No, I am going to kill you." I snapped hatefully, but with a firm honest voice. He stopped laughing and searched my face for any sign of deceit.

"You don't even have a wand with you." He said in disbelief. My hand moved subconsciously to my hip where I kept my wand sheathed usually. It was gone, just as he said.

I looked at him accusingly.

"I didn't take it. Not that you have any reason to believe me." He said smugly.

No matter, I didn't need a wand to do this, it just would have been easier. I could tell myself he was lying but I didn't think he was. I think Aberforth took it when he grabbed me around the waist. I wouldn't have noticed, while being distracted by the sensation of apparating.

He stood a few feet away from me and held hi wand lightly in his hand. Could he do wandless magic?

I saw his shoulders tense just a little and I suspected he couldn't, or at least not nearly as well as I could.

Expelliarmus!

His wand barely twitched in his hand at my wordless and wandless spell. That wasn't a good sign.

"Wandless magic?" He asked curiously, but I could hear a rage behind the front. He was close to snapping. didn't even know him and I could tell that. He thought my kind were scum and he didn't want to think I could do something better than he could, because he was superior.

"Yes."

Expelliarmus!

I tired harder, pushing my magic to my fingertip, figuratively. His wand jerked and he almost dropped it, but corrected himself instantly.

"Crucio." He whispered harshly and pain liked I'd never felt before seeped into my body. I distantly felt my body jerking around and screams tearing out of my mouth. It felt like my fingernails were being ripped off one by one and I couldn't stand it. It was going to kill me. Surely, I couldn't be able to survive this!

The pain melted away instantly and I was panting so quickly that I wasn't really taking in any oxygen. I slowed my breathing with difficulty and pulled myself to my knees. I felt a stinging on my forehead and thought I'd hit it on the way to the floor. Not only was my pain still sore and over exhausted, I was pissed.

How could anyone create that spell, let alone use it? He apparently had no problem using that spell on me, though I have no idea who created it. I'm sure whoever they were, they're dead now. Gosh did that spell fry my brain, why in the hell am I thinking about who created the torture curse?

"Because it's a pain worse than you've ever felt in your life." He said slowly. My body tensed of it's own will, and I then remembered his yelling at me to scream for him just seconds ago.

"You're an evil bastard you know that?" I was surprised the words left my mouth so easily and without fear. At first anyway.

"Mudbloods like you need to learn their place. You do not deserve the magic that flows in your veins." He snarled and rage broke onto his face.

" Crucio!"

I couldn't stop the spell from hitting me head on. I was still on my knees when it raced into my nervous system and cut through everything with a knife. I fell face first in to gravel, with my body jerking in ways I hadn't thought possible.

I kept waiting for it to stop. My only thought, hope, desire was for the pain to stop. Except it didn't. The fire, the knives, and the pain just kept raging on and on. It felt like it would never stop.

Tears felt down my face, even as my screams tore at my throat and eardrums. Harry and Ron wouldn't ever know what happened to me. Ginny and my parents wouldn't know who caused me to die a horrible death.

Draco wouldn't know.

I couldn't even kick myself for thinking about him when I was about to die.

The pain stopped, except I couldn't move. I couldn't blink.

"Damn, I really need to stop killing them this way. I never get the information I want before they go crazy!" I heard his voice seethe.

"I didn't even get to show her the muggles she calls parents. That would have gotten her to talk!" He continued.

I had to try once more. I had to, for my parents. My magic was still with me, even if I couldn't move. I bet he couldn't even hear my thoughts now that my mind was mostly fried, even if temporarily.

Avada Kadavra.

My magic flowed effortlessly out my body and the spell it his chest in a burst of greenish light. His body fell with an ironic slowness. My limps unlocked and I sat up shakily. My body protested all they way while I stood up and grabbed it's wand. I couldn't believe I'd done it. It'd been too easy. He couldn't really be dead.

I killed Voldemort. I did. I really did it.

A groan came from is body and when he looked up, his face was human. Completely human. He had color to his cheeks, his hair was a soft black color, not so different from Harry's.

If he was human, did that mean the killing curse killed whatever was making him made him look so …snakelike? Could he be innocent now?

"You ugly mudblood bitch, what have you done!" He screamed in anger and was about to stand.

Obviously not, then.

I pointed his own wand at him and whispered the death curse. I could have brought him to justice, but I wanted revenge. I needed it and he deserved to die.

I started crying. I ached all over and I'd just killed someone…twice. If Ron were here he'd laugh and say, ' oh Mione you only killed him twice because he was an evil immortal bastard.'

I don't even know what Harry would say.

I gripped his wand and apparated straight into the headmaster's office.

Harry, Ron, and even Draco and Ginny all sat in the room. They called my name in confusion and relief. He probably told them I was dead already.

I limped to his desk and set Voldemort's wand in front of him.

"I should kill you too, you had your brother desert me in a cave that Voldemort was coming too, without a wand. I was tortured and all you thought about was making sure Harry had the story straight for the prophet." I hissed and then fell to the floor. I couldn't stand any longer. My vision was fading quickly and I welcomed the darkness. The last thing I saw before I was gone was….beautiful gray eyes.

A/N: I'm really nervous about this chapter. I felt that it could be a little too...short for everything that happened. I hope you guys like it anyway and review. It was late because I celebrated my fifteenth birthday last weekend and just couldn't find the time to finish the chapter in time. Review and let me know what you think! It'll be the best birthday present ever!