Temptation Chapter 20: Hurry Up And Save Me, a harry potter fanfic

So. I tried to update earlier and OMGMYSPACEBARISABITCHHHHH.

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So here comes drama town.

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From: AllWasWell07

Review: YAY an update! It was so short though. Now I am sad. haha.

Reply: I'm sorry! . I've been caught up so much lately and I didn't know what to do with that last chapter so it just ended up being poop. . I promise this one will be longer. Enjoy the torment! Oops. Spoiler. xD

From: witchnerd1864

Review: Nice Harry Potter/the Vampire Diaries/ Twilight sayings all in one. Love it

Reply: Thank you! I try. I really do!

Onto the madness! Let it begin! XD

Chapter Twenty

Hurry Up And Save Me

Drip.

A drop a rain fell to the ground every other second. It was getting in through the cracks in the ceiling. Thunder shook the whole entire building and light filtered in through the lonely window in the far back of the room.

There was two bodies in that basement. They shook and trembled with every tremor that racked the building due to the crazy storm going on.

About three stories up, one girl was binded to a chair, out of breath. She was shaking and blood was dripping from her nose, running down her face, then dripping on the floor.

"Please." She whispered.

"Please. I didn't do anything." She whispered a little bit louder. The two men laughed.

"Tell that to the Savior of the world! If it weren't for him, our beloved master would still be here. So if we can't get to him, we'll just take the most important things that belong to him." And with that, knives were attacking her body again and one was drug down her abdomen and she screamed.

"No!"

It was three months after Ginny's recovery from Leukemia. She was walking fine. She wasn't sick at all actually. She was glowing.

Her baby bump had tripled in size and she couldn't be happier. Her baby wasn't going to have her disease most likely either. That just made her smile. Her baby girl wouldn't have to deal with that horrible curse, not if she had an control over it.

She caressed her bump, humming a song that her mother used to sing to her. She should be asleep right now but she couldn't. Not with the baby roaming crazily inside of her and kicking mercilessly.

"Baby, you gotta calm down for mommy. I need my sleep, dear, and so do you." She said quietly to her bump. Then she realized how quiet it was...too quiet. There was no cricket noises outside, like she can usually hear when she's up late at night. There was no wind movement, making the curtains clap noisily against the wall.

Her guard went up. The only times things like this happened was when someone was trying to accomplish something. But who would want anyone in this building? I mean, someone's suicidal, trying to get in here with the security charms up as high as they are. It's almost impossible.

"Hello, Ms. Weasley. Or should I say soon-to-be-Malfoy?" Then all she saw was darkness.

She did say it was almost impossible. Almost.

That same night, Hermione decided it was a great time to go for a walk. It was 12 AM, the stars were shining beautifully, and the moon seemed to twinkle at her. At six months pregnant, Hermione looked like perfection in many people's eyes.

Her eyes twinkled with every flicker, her hair shone, her body glowed with eternalness. She looked beautiful. And Harry was very protective over her and their baby boy due to the fact that everyone he had known had died practically.

Yes, she having a boy. She had found out only a few weeks ago. She had wanted to keep it a secret but she was lost against Harry's puppy eyes. They had power over her.

So they went out and found that they were expecting a baby boy. And to say that they were excited was an understatement.

While lost in her thoughts, she failed to hear the crackle of the leaves as boots stomped on the ground right behind her but she noticed the feel of pain in her head as a brick connected with it.

Astoria was sleeping peacefully on the bed, lost in her own dreams and nightmares. Though she wished she was like Hermione and Ginny, she had no ability to get pregnant. That was part of the reason why Astoria's parents disowned her. She could not produce a heir.

She was also disowned due to the fact she was dating a blood-traitor. Ah. How she hated the word.

She loved Ron, she really did. But he wanted a huge family when she was incapable of giving him one. Would he still love her? Would he still want her?

Her eyes opened wide as a rag was placed over her mouth with a sickening, clean smell infiltrated her senses. Her hand came up and tried to pry the hand away from her mouth and her eyes looked into the blue eyes of her father.

He grinned down at her.

"Hello daughter."

Then her eyes rolled back into her head and her hand went limp and so did the rest of her body.

Blue eyes opened slowly and took in her environment. Gray walls. Cold, gray cement flooring. Wood stairs. A lonely window in the far end of the room.

She shook her head and tried to rub her eyes when she realized her hand was strained. She shook and shook her hand but it was no use. She was trapped.

She started breathing heavier and tried to calm down by looking at the people down in that horrid place with her. Then her eyes went wide.

"Ginny!" She hissed. "Hermione!"

Both girls stirred and she noticed blood underneath of Hermione's head and hoped it wasn't that bad. She stared off into space for a couple of minutes then she heard people start to walk down the stairs. She noticed her sister, Daphne, and her father, walking calmly down the stairs. She just let her mind go blank and refused to think about anything for the next hour.

Ginny was awoken to a painful scream. Her brown eyes fluttered open quickly and surely took in her surroundings. Then she noticed Hermione nearby and recalled the scream. It sounded like... Astoria.

She gasped and tried to grasp the concept that she was in someone's basement and her two best friends were in here with her when she heard someone coming down the stairs. Not just someone but three someone's.

A blue eyed, dark haired man and a blonde haired, green eyed lady dragged down the once gorgeous, dark haired, blue eyed Astoria that Ginny had known.

Now, Astoria was covered from head to toe in blood. Her face had several cuts and incisions made into it and her once light blue night gown was now ripped in several places and a light red color. She was thrown onto the floor and chained back up once again.

'You sick son of a bitch!" Ginny howled as she yanked on her chains. Though she was still recovering, she was still pretty strong. "When I get out of these chains, I'm going to put my arm down your throat and rip your damned FUCKING lungs out! YOU HEAR ME?!" She struggled more and more, even as blood started to drip on the floor.

"Don't worry sweetheart." The man cooed at her. He FUCKING cooed at her. She snarled at him. "You'll get your turn. Just be patient but for now..." He trailed off as he walked over to the cold fireplace near the window. He started a small fire and let it sit there for a couple of minutes.

Though Ginny was internally worried about what the man was doing, she let the warmth seep into her bones and chill her rattled soul. It calmed her. Then she hear movement.

The man had picked up a poker, and had put it into the fire, grinning Ginny's way. He let that sit in the fire for another minute or so before removing it and putting the fire out. He walked slowly towards Ginny and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

"Here's a little remember of me, you little bitch." He put the poker harshly on the center of her neck and she wanted to yell, scream, beg for him to stop. She just sat there with her head titled back, a poker burning into her neck, the smell of burning flesh entering her nostril, and her jaw would unclench and clench again.

"Hmm." The man looked at her curiously. "You're a strong one." Then he let go of her hair, pushed her to the floor and dropped the still red hot poker on the floor before exiting after the woman.

Though both the man and woman didn't know, Ginny was already calculating a plan.

But Ginny failed to notice that the woman had taken Hermione while she was being branded by a fireplace poker.

Hermione awoke to a bright light and leather bindings to her ankles and wrists. She was sitting in a metal chair, and she was unable to move her limbs. Her head was pulled back and tied to a table, with a leather strap binding her there too. Her eyes flickered around the room, not making sense of what was happening.

"Hello, Hermione."

"Who are you?" She questioned, her voice shook but it wasn't that noticeable.

"Hmm. I'm a relative of your friend, Astoria"

"And I," A second voice joined in. It was cool and smooth unlike the rough and hard steel voice of the first person. ", I am a relative of your friend, dear Draco." She could practically hear the sneer in the voice and she automatically knew who it was.

"Lucius." She stated, with her own sneer in her voice.

"Yes. I knew you would have noticed my voice. What better way to torture someone if they don't know who you are? Crucio!" The curse was yelled by the man with a rough voice and there was nothing Hermione could do about it. She jerked and whipped around as the blinding pain filtered through her body. He held the curse for about two minutes before letting go.

She panted and panted, trying to catch her breath. "Why are y-you doing th-this?" She asked quietly. Then she started coughing harshly and she felt liquid on her lips. She hoped it wasn't blood.

"Why? WHY? Maybe because your precious fiance decided killing our lord was the perfect plan!"

"It was the perfect plan! He got rid of the most vile thing on this planet, you two are just under him and are lost without his orders. Guess you need to be ordered around like the little servants you are!" She yelled.

"Crucio!" The curse was yelled by two people this time, so the curse's pain was doubled.

She let out a painful yell as curse made it's way through her body.

Ginny had a brilliant plan. The red hot poker was within her grasp, so she picked it up and held it to the chain shackled on her wrist. She waited until the metal on the chain had turned red, and started yanking. Sooner or later, the chain broke due to the weakened metal. She did the same thing to the other wrist and soon, she stood up to her full height.

Man it felt good to stretch. She thought was she bent her back and scratched her neck. Then she heard the tale-tell signs of creaking on the steps, meaning someone was coming down.

She ran behind the stairs, with the iron poker in hand and ready to hit and listened.

Creak...

Silence.

Creak...

Silence.

Creak...

Silence. There was silence for a few seconds before a series of creaks was heard, one after the other.

Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.

It sounded like someone was running down the stairs. She heard the chains being rattled so she made her way to Astoria as noiselessly as she could and swung the poker back behind the mysterious persons back and was about to bring it down on their head when the poker was caught behind her by someone and it was yanked out of her hand.

She growled and yelled, "You son of a bitch. I'll kill you!" She yelled and jumped on the random person and started beating on their chest.

"Woah! Gin! It's me, Ron!" She stopped at the familiar voice.

"Ron?" She questioned, tears forming her eyes.

"Yeah, Gin, it's me. Where's Ast..." His sentence stopped short when he noticed the bloody, still form of his girlfriend.

"She's okay." Ginny whispered. "Just a few deep cuts is all. She'll be fine."

"Where's Hermione?" A voice questioned from the stairs. An over-worried and overprotective voice that was Hermione's fiance's voice.

"I dunno. I haven't been out of this basement."

"So you don't know at all." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Yeah. I don't know." They sat there for a minute then they heard a groan.

"Astoria?" Ron questioned and flew to her side.

Astoria didn't even look at Ron, she looked at the shadow on the stairs.

"Third floor." She whispered. "Last room. Hurry" Was all she said before she lost consciousness again. Harry heard what was said and bolted, Draco on his heels.

She was still binded to a chair, out of breath. She was shaking and blood was dripping from her nose, running down her face, then dripping on the floor.

"Please." She whispered.

"Please. I didn't do anything." She whispered a little bit louder. The two men laughed.

"No!" Two voices screamed.

"No!" Harry and Draco yelled as they entered the room and saw Hermione getting cut into. Harry launched himself at the dark haired man carving in her and starting beating the holy shit out of him. One punch after another, the man was soon out of it.

Draco went to help him when he heard the click of a pistol.

"Not so fast son. You and I have some unfinished business left to do." His father sneered at him.

"No. We don't, actually, we have nothing to discuss." He looked down at his father's hand and chuckled darkly. "Sad to think that my once-powerful father has been reduced to using a muggle creation."

"Don't you mock me, boy! I'm still your father and you should respect me!" He yelled, waving the gun in his son's face, finger on the trigger.

"I give respect when it's earned." He said sarcastically then launching for the gun. It went off but at the ceiling where Draco twisted his father arm behind his back, then knocking the gun out of his hand.

"I think it's time that you get some well earned rest, Lucius." He sneered in his ear before knocking his head off the ground. He got up off of one knee and turned in Hermione's way, desperate to help his friend and his sister-in-all-blood.

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