Sirius woke up. He was in a tiny, damp, dark room, strewn on the floor as though he had been tossed carelessly there. A thin white light illuminated the room, but not by much. It was door less, and he scrunched up his face in stress. He couldn't apparate. He banged his fist on the wall, ignoring the stinging pain that came with it.

Aden awoke in the next room over. Her heart was pounding, and she hoisted herself into a sitting position. Her brown hair fell into her face, stringy and wet. She looked into the reflective tiles on the ground, trying to examine her reflection. Her face was a pale white, and she had a large bruise on her chin. Then a banging on the wall made her come closer, inching forward. She was too afraid.

"Hello?" She asked timidly. She had no clue what she was doing, she was acting on instinct. But there was no response. The walls were too thick, she was too quiet. She banged on the wall irritably. "Hello!"

"ADEN!" Boomed a voice. A male voice that she was familiar to.

"Sirius!" Aden pounded on the wall, desperate to get to him. She could hear him doing the same, but there was no luck. They were trapped. She leaned her head against the wall, listening to him moan in agony. She joined him. There was no escape. Slow, hot tears flowed down her cheeks. She was lost, confused, and scared. Alone.

Sirius banged his hand on the wall again. He needed to get Aden out. He could handle whatever was coming but Aden…Aden was different. She was small, fragile, and easily broken. She needed to be protected. His anger bubbled up inside of him. Who could have done this to them? Why?

He knew who would. But he wasn't willing to admit it to himself. He needed to escape.

"Aden! Aden! Listen," He shouted. She perked her head up a little from her slumped position on the ground. "I'm going to get you out of here. And that's a promise."

Lily Potter awoke.

Her head was throbbing, and she pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. Something bad was happening, something horrible. She could feel the cold of the floor seeping through her thin shirt, and she felt stiffness in her back, telling her she had been lying there for a while.

But where was she?

Her green eyes fluttered open, and they widened considerably. Because she was in the most amazing, yet terrifying, place she had ever been in before.

The ceiling rose to about twenty feet high, and it was dome-shaped. It made her feel tiny in comparison. Lily pushed herself up, and she stood shakily. The long hallway stretched ahead of her, for miles it seemed. Behind her, though, was nothing. Just a blank wall, staring at her. Large windows lined the walls to her right, offering a magnificent view of large mountains, black against the dark grey of the rainy afternoon.

This all drove Lily crazy.

Why was she left, dumped, on this floor, in a strange place? And where were her kids?

Her kids.

The fire returned to Lily, taking place of the icy feeling that had haunted her as she got up. But not now. She turned, and looked down the hall, unable to see the end. The fire of her Gryffindor spirit and motherly instinct made her run. She ran down the hall, passing large portraits of many people. Her footsteps rang out loud in her ears, and she looked around for some door, some entrance to a room of sorts. But there was nothing.

"HARRY!" She screamed out, not caring who heard. Maybe then she'd get some sodding help. "JAIME!"

No answer. None. She tried to run more, but she couldn't. It felt like a hand was reaching inside her, gripping her insides, telling her to give up. She couldn't give in to it. Her breath quickened, her paces becoming slower. Lily knew there was nothing. Harry was nowhere to be found.

She curled up on the floor. And she cried.

Sirius was sitting on the floor. His head was leaned against the wall, his hair ruffled from the now constant habit of running his fingers through it. Aden was just on the other side, her eyes closed. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks pink. She and Sirius were trapped. Apart. And their children were far away. Sirius was far beyond crying, just sitting there, emotionless. The couple could feel each other's presence, and thrived on it. It was all they had now.

There was complete silence. Sirius had banged on the walls for what seemed like eternities, while Aden screamed until her throat was hoarse. They didn't know how long it had been. A room with just a light gave nothing away about the time. So they sat.

And then a door appeared. Sirius jumped up and grabbed the knob, twisting urgently, with no result. Just pain for him, as he was stung sharply the second her grabbed it.

"Shit." He said quietly, waving his hands to cool them. He must have looked pathetic, standing there with burnt red hands and ragged hair.

Then the door creaked open, allowing a black boot to step in. Followed by the long hem of a black, laced dress.

"Bellatrix." Sirius spat at her, as the doorway disappeared behind her.

"Black." The crazy eyes of his cousin looked around the room, trying to land anywhere but on him. She seemed oddly calm, considering the situation he was in. They were both silent, the stubborn resistance to speak first growing between them. Sirius's grey eyes hardened, losing any of the happy mist they still had left.

"Bella, where am I?" Sirius broke the silence. He needed to know.

Bella simply smiled, revealing her crooked, unkempt teeth. Sirius grimaced, seeing how much she had transformed since he had last seen her. "I'll tell you when I want to." She purred, twirling her wand around. Sirius raged silently.

"Bellatrix, tell me, now."

"Don't tell me what to do, blood traitor. I may have some questions of my own first."

Sirius glared at her, seething with rage. As if she would get him to answer anything he didn't want to, she had no way to break him. He had dealt with his family for a long time. So he kept quiet, knowing this always made the Black women angry. Surname or not, Bellatrix was still one of them.

"So, you're ignoring me now, are you?" She seethed, clutching her wand tightly. "Fine then, I'll ask what I want."

Sirius stayed quiet.

"Well then, let me ask you this," She hissed in his ear, getting close to his face. "Don't you want to know where your little mudblood girlfriend is?"

Lily.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Sirius yelled, flinging Bella into the wall with rage. He heard a sickening crunch as her spine took impact, and she glared up at him, her eyes wild. She quickly cast a healing charm, and her heavy-lidded eyes examined his face with curiosity as she got closer. Their noses were almost touching, and he could feel her hot breath on his face.

"You sure?" Her voice was almost a whisper now, soft and smooth. "Then who is?" Aden's frantic banging came from the other room, and they could hear her screaming for Sirius. She must have heard Bellatrix hitting the wall.

"Dammit Bellatrix, tell me where Lily is!" He yelled urgently. Bella simply smiled and shook her head.

"Maybe you should learn not to harm the only person with your answers, cousin." She smiled, a crooked, insane smile. "It might just spoil your only chance of survival." And with that, she made the door appear, and disappeared through it. Her cackle of triumph was lost when she shut the door, but it still rang throughout the room. Sirius lunged for the doorknob, but it was too late. It was gone. Sirius yelled in anger, punching the wall as hard as he could. The impact crushed his knuckles, and he could feel a small trickle of blood seep between them. The light swung violently, and Sirius steadied it, not wanting to lose the only other thing in here.

He sat back against the wall, resting his head. It was over. What would they do?

Death.

Death must have been worse than this.

Remus was locked up. In a cage. Like the "filthy animal he was" according to the two masked wizards standing above him, making sure he didn't try to escape. How could he? The only way he could was by magic. And he had no wand. He had watched the death eaters take the wands from his struggling friends, and knock them out with strong spells. He had been forced to watch the limp bodies of his friends-his family-be tossed carelessly in rooms and corridors, while Harry and Jaime were being carried by two strange wizards. They were smart, and knew not to cry. Crying would get them nowhere but pain.

Pain was familiar now. Lupin had fought, fought to get his friends back from them. But the death eaters had held him back. He had probably had six harsh, stinging spells cast on him as though they were merely saying lumos. Harry and Jaime had been taken somewhere else. And Lupin had been locked in a cage.

"Let me out!" He yelled at the guards, who kicked the cage. Lupin fell against the side, his head banging against the metal bars. The cage was big enough for him to sit in, to lie down in, but not stand in. it was cold in here, and he could feel a sharp wind every now and then ruffle his hair.

He didn't know what to do. If he could steal one of the wands, he could stun them and escape. But the guards were on high alert, looking at him every time he moved. All he could do was sit in pain, feeling the aftershocks of the curses placed upon him when they came. He could hope, hope for Harry and Jaime to be safe, hope that the other s knew what they were doing. But he, he was alone.

What could be worse?

Lily lifted up her head. She heard footsteps.

She had sat there for what had seemed like hours. The tears had stopped, but she had sat there. Still not knowing where she even was. But then the footsteps came. Lily got up quickly, not wanting anyone to see her. She looked all around the long hallway, but there was no possible place to hide, unless she shrunk down into herself. Maybe if she hoped enough, a door would magically appear.

But no such luck came to her. She saw the wild hair of Bellatrix Lestrange first, as that was the most prominent feature of her whole body. She was followed by Lucius Malfoy, his long hair fallowing just past his ears. His blue eyes, so blue they were almost grey, stood out on his sunken face, and highlighted the dark bags under his eyes. On his right was Avery, whose light brown hair was mussed and greasy. His face was in need of a good shave, and his once bright hazel eyes had become murky and dead. They strode over to the hallway, and then paused in front of it, staring at Lily.

"Here's the little mudblood." Bellatrix said harshly, staring at Lily's defensive form. "Alone, yet still going to attempt to fight us. How…Gryffindor." She spat out the last word as if it were something dirty. Lily stayed silent while Lucius and Avery chuckled softly behind her.

"Come on girl, you're coming with us." Lucius said, while Avery grabbed her wrist. Lily flinched at his touch, instinctively pulling away. He jerked her back roughly, and Lucius grabbed her other wrist. The four trudged down the long hallway, and Lily found that now there were doors. They were all identical, a deep blue shade, but she knew they led somewhere different.

Now they were going up a flight of stairs, which led to a large room. It looked like a living room of sorts, with a large roaring fire in the corner and a few couches around it. Behind the couches was another large window, and Lily saw a great wrought-iron gate closing off the property. It was dreary outside, and a small blackbird flitted by the window quickly. Even it wanted to get out of here.

"Where am I?" Lily asked, breaking the still silence of the room.

"Why should we tell you?" Bellatrix asked harshly, blowing a wisp of hair out of her eye.

"Oh, I don't know," Lily said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I wasn't just taken from my home to a random location, knocked out, dumped on the floor, then dragged by a couple of death eaters somewhere completely different."

Bellatrix walked towards her sharply, raising her wand. "Don't sass me, mudblood." She hissed, her eyes glowing. "I'm warning you, any more funny business-"

"Tell me where I am!" Lily shrieked, cutting her off. She was so sick of them pretending she wasn't there. "You-you tell me right now-or I'll…" She trailed off, and Bellatrix laughed. She knew Lily had no way of hurting her. But Lily was reading to prove her wrong. She took all of the fire left in her, and ripped her wrist away from Avery, pulling it back sharply. Avery gasped loudly, falling back a little, and Lily acted quickly. She used all her strength, and smack! Her hand made contact with Bellatrix's face sharply, and she fell to the floor.

Avery grabbed her wrist again, ignoring her struggling against him. Bellatrix got up slowly, and Lily saw a large red mark where her hand had made contact. She looked murderous, ready to strangle Lily-or maybe just anyone in her path. Lily swore that when she got angry, her hair got two times bigger.

"You-you foul little scum!" Bellatrix screamed at her. She walked around her in little circles, slowly, but angrily. She grabbed Lily's red hair, pulling her scalp. Lily gave a little yelp of pain and fright. Bellatrix's pink lips pulled over her teeth in a wide grin, her breath landing on Lily's ears. "Does that hurt you now?" She said into her ear.

Lily bit her lip, trying not to retaliate. She was shaking madly, and her heart was racing at two times the normal rate. Bellatrix came even closer, and Lily bit her lip so hard she drew blood. "I said, does it hurt!" She screamed, and forced Avery and Lucius away. She used her wand to tie Lily up with thick cords, and she fell backwards as they wrapped themselves around her.

"I promised the Dark lord I'd keep you alive," She crouched down next to Lily, speaking slowly. "But once he's through with you, you'll be mine."

Lily laid there, her green eyes frightened and large. She hated this. Bella stood up now, and walked over to Lucius. "It's time. Call him."

Lucius looked frightened, but pulled out his wand shakily. He slowly rolled up his sleeve, and Lily saw the large black tattoo etched into his skin. She winced at it. It was gruesome, a sign of hate. It seemed to move back and forth, as if it were alive on his bare skin. Lucius gulped loudly, and took a deep breath of air.

And then he touched it.

And Lily could feel wind, all around the room. Blowing their hair, stinging their eyes, putting out the fire. She hear it whistling loudly in her ears, threatening to deafen her. A mass of death eaters raced in, grouping up quickly. They carefully avoided her, as though she were something gruesome, meant not to be touched. One death eater paused over her for a second, looking down at her with interest in its eyes. But she barely looked up at it before it was gone, into position.

And their master was coming. Lily was more frightened than ever. She wanted to be back home, in their large house with the crazy family. She wanted to walk by Harry on his little broom again, and be able to hear Remus and Sirius fighting from across the house. She wanted to be safe again.

But she had escaped for far too long. It had been inevitable that she would be caught. She might get lucky again. It was her only hope.

Luck. Against Voldemort.

But she would try. She had done it before, she could do it again. For the sake of the whole family. She would get them all back home, even if it meant risking her own life to do it. It was sacrifice.

She heard the murmuring of the death eaters as the wind died down, and knew he was coming. He would be there in a matter of seconds, and then she would have to face one of the most terrifying things she had ever met. But she would do it.

And a white flash filled the room.

AN: This is the longest chapter ever. To be continued, because there is literally 3,000 words and six pages, and I don't want to make it too long. This is only, like, half of what I have planned.

Also, I'm getting some really good ideas for a Dramione fic. Would anyone read it? I hope I would have some sort of fan base there, but for now I'm sticking to this…

Sorry for the longer wait for updating-I am starting to get more schoolwork now. But the weekends are my writing time, my parents think I'm some sort of hermit by the way I never come out of my room.

Please review! I tried a different sort of writing, with more description and such…do you like it? It definitely makes it longer…

p.s.: for any whovians out there, with the whole Sirius/Aden scene, I was totally modeling it after Doomsday. Guilty :X Xoxo.