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"James Potter, if we get out of here alive, I'm going to kill you myself!" Lily hissed, straining against the ropes binding her to a chair.

"You're so hostile, Lily. It's really not good for you."

"Good for me?" Lily exclaimed, her voice rising with her temper. "Good for me? Potter, we have been captured by Death Eaters, we will be tortured and then we will be killed, and you think I'm hostile?"

James grinned to himself, picturing the expression on her face. He couldn't actually see her as he was tied to another chair, and the two chair backs were pressed against each other.

"Do you honestly think I was the only one watching over you?" James muttered under his breath. "By now, the entire Order will know we have been taken."

Lily opened and closed her mouth a few times, not able to find the appropriate words. How dare he be so arrogant? How dare he and his cronies "watch over" her? He had no right!

"You're getting hostile again," James muttered, a grin playing on his face once more.

"I'll show you fucking hostile!" Lily spat, wiggling against her restraints, trying to get her hands free so she could wrap them around James' neck.

"On the bright side, you now have proof that Guildenweed is, in fact, a Deatheater," James said conversationally, minding to keep his voice low.

"How is that a bright side, exactly? I'm betting that within an hour, we'll be dead. No one else will know he's a Deatheater."

"Calm down," James said soothingly, twisting his neck in an attempt to see her. "We're not going to die. I won't let anyone hurt you."

It was clearly the wrong thing to say. Lily let out a string of words that even James raised his eyebrows at, the nicest of which was "arrogant arse."

"Lily, listen to me," he said quietly, his voice soothing. "I know you're scared. So am I. But we have to believe we'll make it through this. We have to stay calm."

Lily had turned her head now, so that her glinting green eyes met his hazel ones. "I'm not scared," she said stubbornly. "I'm angry. Out of everyone I could be stuck here with, why did it have to be you?"

James turned away, flushing a dull red. He was embarrassed and hurt. Glancing around the dim room, he wondered where they were. They'd been knocked out and tied up, and had woken in a dark, dingy room, smelling of damp carpet and mould. There were no windows, and only one door, which was closed and probably locked. The walls were bare, and had possibly once been white but were now a grungy yellowing colour.

James heard Lily sniff and turned his head around. He wished he could comfort her, but he didn't know how anymore. She was so angry at him; all the time, she was angry at him. But in all fairness, he'd done nothing wrong.

They'd been fine up until Christmas. Not exactly a couple, but they'd enjoyed each other's company. She'd let him kiss her and had even initiated the contact a few times herself. They hadn't taken it any further than that, but James had been happy to take things slowly. Then she went home for Christmas.

It had all changed after that. Lily had become distant. Had closed down. She wouldn't talk to him, and constantly avoided him. James knew her father had died over Christmas, but why did she shut him out? What had he done?

The door flew open. Lily gave a little start behind him. James strained against his bonds and found her hand. She let him take it, but James was sure that was only because she didn't have the energy to take it away.

Malfoy walked into the room, followed by Guildenweed who looked considerably more sober than he had done a few hours ago.

"How did you know where we were going to be?" James demanded, his eyes hardening out of hatred.

"I don't think you're in much of a position to be asking questions, Mr. Potter," Malfoy said smoothly, smiling nastily.

"Where are we?" Lily asked, her voice surprisingly hard and angry once again. If she had been crying moments before, she gave no indication of it now.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "You are in the house where the Dark Lord's mother lived as a child."

It was James' turn to raise his eyebrows. "Why tell us the location of the Voldemort's secret headquarters?"

"Who said it was headquarters?" A cold sneering voice spoke, coming from the shadows on the other side of the door. James watched as a tall figure walked slowly into the dimly lit room, his frame was pale and only vaguely human, with flashing red eyes and waxy skin pulled tight across sharp bones.

"You killed my parents," James said, his voice quite calm, but anger bubbling up inside him, like bile rising in his throat. He wanted to yell, scream, rip this…man, could you call him? – apart, limb from limb. But he could not move. He was bound tightly to the chair, and he no longer had his wand.

"I did," Voldemort agreed, circling around the seated couple, and stopping in front of Lily. "You are afraid," he said quietly. "But you hide it better than James. Why is that?"

Lily did not reply. She continued to stare at him her eyes blazing in her pale face.

"Perhaps it is because he loves you," Voldemort said quietly, crouching in front of her. "Perhaps, we should show him how foolish it is to love."

With a snap of his fingers, the ropes binding Lily vanished. She drew her arms up from her sides and rubbed her raw wrists tenderly. Still, she did not speak.

"You think you are brave, girl?" Voldemort grabbed her arm with icy fingers. "You are not brave. I see the fear in your eyes."

"What you see is disgust," Lily said very quietly. "Repulsion. Nausea. The same expression everyone has when they look at you. Have you really been mistaking it for fear all these years? How sad…"

Voldemort pulled her roughly to her feet. "I want information on the Order. And I assume the only way I get that, is to make you hurt."

"I'll never talk," Lily hissed her green eyes meeting his red ones.

"No," he whispered dangerously. "I know you will not. But Potter will."

"Don't hurt her," James cried, struggling once again against his bonds. "Take me instead! Don't hurt her!"

"James," Lily said quickly, turning to look at him, and pulling her arm roughly from Voldemort's grip. "No matter what he does, don't say anything. Promise me!"

Lucius Malfoy grabbed her and pushed her roughly against the wall. She struggled uselessly against him, meeting James' eyes. For a second, he thought he saw them flash with something like discovery, but in an instant it was gone.

"Promise me, James!"

"Crucio," Voldemort said, his wand pointed at Lily's heart. She screamed, and arched her back, her head falling backwards, he eyes squeezed tight. She jerked and spasmed, falling out of Malfoy's grip as her legs gave out underneath her.

"Stop!" James screamed. "I'll tell you anything just stop!"

Voldemort lifted his wand. "Ah, the weak always talk."

"Untie me," James ordered, straining against his bonds so hard, they cut into his skin and drew blood.

"I don't think so," Malfoy hissed, nudging Lily with the toe of his boot. "Get up girl."

"Don't touch her!" James yelled again.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Voldemort screamed, flying over to James and grabbing him roughly by the shoulders.

"I don't know," James said, his eyes flicking between the livid and twisted face of Lord Voldemort, and Lily, who was laying on the floor, her eyes squeezed shut and a hand clutching her side.

Voldemort considered him a moment, then decided he wasn't lying. Rage washed over him and he backhanded James hard against the cheek, bringing tears stinging into his left eye.

"Where are your headquarters?" Voldemort asked in a deadly whisper, his hand now clutching the boy's throat, so that James gasped and struggled in his grip.

"I couldn't tell you, even if I wanted to," he rasped. "I'm not the secret keeper."

Voldemort's eyes flashed again. He raised his wand, pointed it at Lily and yelled, "Avada –"

"My Lord, no!" It was Malfoy, his eyes flashing. "We still need them, my Lord. Not yet."

Voldemort seemed to consider Malfoy for a moment, then spun on his heel, pointing his wand violently at James. The ropes binding him vanished. "Tend to the girl, Potter. I haven't finished with her yet, and I'd rather she wasn't dead when I came back."

With that, he swept out of the room, his rooms billowing behind him, followed closely by Malfoy, who pulled the door closed behind him. James heard the click of the lock and fell out of his chair, sinking on the floor beside Lily.

Gently, James cupped her head in his hands and raised her into a sitting position. "Lily," he pleaded quietly, hugging her to him.

She coughed, blood trickling out of her mouth, then swore quietly. James sobbed weakly, trying to brush the tears from his eyes while helping her to sit up. "You're alright."

"Of course I am," she said quietly, opening her eyes and gently drawing herself out of his arms.

Smiling weakly, he quickly surveyed her under lowered lashes.

"I'm fine," she said quietly.

He nodded. "It should have been me, not you. I shouldn't have let them touch you. I should have protected you."

Lily's eyes turned cold so fast James actually felt the chill resonate from her. "Unless you shut up right now, I'm not going to give you your wand back."

James's jaw dropped as, with a weak grin, Lily produced two wands from inside her cloak. He swallowed stupidly, and stated, "Lucius Malfoy is going to be in a lot of trouble."

Hope you liked it. Please review! Oh, and hopefully next chapter, we should get Sirius and Remus, and all the others back in. Thanks for reading!