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The five marauders

Chapter 20

Sirius POV

This is not what yesterday was supposed to be like. Yesterday was supposed to be the most cheerful and fun day that I would spend with all of my best friends. But it wasn't.

It was dull and miserable, at least for the four marauders. Our best friend has been missing for four days now. Christmas Eve was not how I planned for it to be. And today isn't any better.

I woke to find a massive pile of presents by my bed. I smiled widely for a moment, but then turned miserable again when I remembered that Christmas day will be spent without Jamie. Peter and Remus will be gone too, unfortunately. They had to go home for Christmas, but at least I still had James.

Before I even looked at any of my presents, I opened the drawer of my bedside table, and took out the little gold jewellery box. I opened it, and looked at the little silver necklace with a pure silver charm on it. A silver J, with the tiniest diamonds surrounding it. This was supposed to be a present for her, but I didn't know if I would ever get a chance to give it to her.

I felt like it was all my fault that Jamie was kidnapped. If I went with her, this would have never happened. I remember seeing Mr and Mrs White two days ago, along with Jamie's brothers. They all looked completely devastated at having their daughter and sister abducted by some crazy wizard, and it's all my fault.

I wonder how she will be spending her Christmas…

Jamie POV

I couldn't sleep all night. Usually I didn't sleep on Christmas Eve, waiting for my presents, but today I was awake for a completely different reason.

The temperature outside must have been way below zero, and my room wasn't any better. I could tell that the temperature was less then zero, since the water the death eater left me was slowly freezing. I was not clothed for such weather. I still had the same clothe I did four days ago when I was kidnapped: orange short-sleeve t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms that reached just above my ankles, and my trainers. I also had the thin blanket that was on the bed when I first came, but it didn't make much changes to the fact that I was completely freezing.

The cold didn't let me sleep, and I spent the whole night warming up my almost frozen toes and fingers. It wasn't much help when in the morning of Christmas day that the usual wizard came to drag me to the 'Room of Torture'.

The only good thing about this room today was that it was much warmer then the room I had to spend the rest of my time in. This time, I didn't fall to the floor as I was pushed into the room. I looked around the room, and noticed that there was an additional Death Eater there. She was standing outside of the circle of masked figures that surrounded me. She stood behind Voldemort, watching me. I could tell it was a girl, because of her feminine posture. The long blond hair also gave that away. I met her green eyes and she looked at me with… Sympathy?

I held her gaze for a second, before finally meeting the cruel eyes of Lord Voldemort.

"How may I help you, Voldykins?" I glared.

"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like that?" Bellatrix sneered, with a dangerous tone.

Before I could say anything, Voldie spoke, "Be quiet Bella. The girl is feeling brave. I wish to see if she will act it too."

"My bravery has nothing to do with my sarcasm."

"Oh? So you're not just a brave Gryffindor?" He asked.

"No Voldykins, I'm much more then that," I replied, and was hit with the usual curse.

I let out a gasp, but nothing more. I clung to my usual thoughts of the marauders and my family, trying to keep sane, and ignore the terrifyingly terrible pain. I tried my best to remember Sirius' face. His gray, stormy eyes, His black, shiny hair, his perfectly shaped nose, and his amazingly soft lips…

And then the curse was lifted.

But I didn't even try to relax my body, and rightly so, since less then five seconds later, I was hit with another torture curse.

I did the same thing as before, and this time tried to remember his smell and voice as well. The smell of different shampoos he'd always use. Sometimes fruity, sometimes chocolate. The smell of his deodorant he would always wear. His voice… I remember his voice as sweet and velvety...like chocolate, memorizing with each syllable. And when he laughed, his laugh was so infectious, that even if I didn't hear the joke, I would still laugh.

The happy memories helped. I did stop writhing around, but I felt the pain anyway. As long as I filled my mind with pictures and memories of those who I loved the most, the pain was still unbearable, yet less then before.

The curse was lifted again, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Voldemort walked over to stand over me.

"Stand," He ordered.

I looked at him from where I was laying on the floor, "I don't take orders from you, Voldie."

He swished his wand, and I was pulled up by the invisible force once again.

"If everything goes well, you might soon," He whispered, walking closer to me.

"Keep your distance, old man," I growled.

He carried on walking towards me, and raised my chin, with his skeleton like hand.

"I think your sharp tongue is to be punished," He whispered, and backed away.

He turned to all the Death Eaters present, "It's time to show our guest how we punish those worthy of a painful punishment."

All Death Eaters held out their wands, and pointed them at me. All, except one. blonde woman still stood behind Voldemort, but her green eyes were now filled with worry, but when she noticed a Death Eater staring at her, they turned neutral and she carried on watching.

I turned my eyes back to Voldemort, and when I did, I was hit from all sides by torturing spells.

Before, I thought that one Crucio was terrible, now I realised that it was nothing compared to being hit by nine. Even my memories of Sirius didn't help. This time I fell to the ground, and was screaming the loudest I have ever in my life. I felt as if my skin was being torn off and stabbed with red-hot swords at once, and instead of blood in my veins there was lava. My eyes were swimming with tears, and my nails were digging into my palms as I trashed around on the floor.

After what seemed like forever, but was in fact only thirty seconds, the curses were lifted, and I let my very tense body relax on the floor. I felt hot blood leak down from my palms, and my throat was sore from all the screaming. My whole face was damp from my tears, and my arms were scratched from dragging them across the floor as I trashed around.

"Not many people have felt the power of a double torture curse, and I'm sure you're the only person alive who has survived a nonuple (For those who don't know, this is like double or triple for when there are nine. If you don't believe me, look it up) Cruciatus curse, and was sane enough to describe the pain," Voldemort told me, "Or maybe you're no more sane. Are you?"

I didn't know. I felt sane and normal. I was still in shock from the pain the curses combined caused, but I didn't think they made me insane.

But I didn't say anything. I could barely move, that's how weak I felt. The last thing I remembered was the unfamiliar voice of the blonde woman speaking to Voldemort, before I passed out.

I woke up in that cold room again. Whoever brought me to my cell, didn't even bother to drop me off on the bed, but instead just dumped me onto the cold floor.

When I woke, I felt sore and thirsty. Not to mention the terrible hunger, but I was already used to the empty stomach. I looked out the window, and guessed that it was around 6am, since it was only sunrise, and we were in the middle of winter. So I was knocked out for over 24 hours. Great. But at least I was unconscious, and I didn't have to suffer for a whole day.

My throat was dry as the Sahara. I picked myself up from my spot on the floor, and stretched my poor, sore muscles. I then walked over to where the jar of water was standing. I thanked fate for it not being frozen like yesterday, and gulped most of it in one go. Thankfully, the jar was charmed to refill itself when the water was finished, so I could drink until I was perfectly hydrated, and even more to fill my empty stomach.

I looked at the clothes I was wearing for the last six days. They used to be in perfect condition, but now they were dirty from dust and ripped from trashing around. They were also hanging off me much loosely then they did when I put them on the first time, and I guessed I must have lost a lot of weight from not eating.

I ran my fingers through my usually well cared for hair. It was completely tangled up and messy. The once shiny, straight and silky hair was now a completely different story.

I didn't have a mirror in my room, but I'm pretty sure I was ghostly pale from the lack of food, and definitely not healthy looking.

I looked at what once was a soft, tanned hand, with long pianist's fingers and long, well cared for nails. My skin was now pale and rough. My long fingers were thin as sticks, and my nails were all broken at different sizes. Not to mention they were all incredibly dirty from the dust collected while strolling around the room, and writhing on the ground in pain.

I wondered if I would ever look the same as I did before. If I would ever be that healthy, funny and lively girl I was before. What if I become anorexic from not eating, and never be as healthy as I was before? What if what Voldemort did to me will scar me for life, and I will never be able to crack a joke, smile or laugh again? What if I'll never be able to play a prank again, or play Quidditch. How about my magic? What if I lose it because I didn't use any for such a long time?

And then the question I feared invaded my mind.

What if I'll never leave this place again?

James POV

I watched as my best friend punched the wall in our dorm.

"It's been a week!" He exclaimed.

I looked down, and said sadly, "I know Sirius, I know."

"What if they hurt her? What if they forced her into joining that Voldemort guy? What if they've killed her?"

I looked up at him, "Don't say that, Sirius. They couldn't have killed her."

"You never know, James."

"I know Jamie is alive. I don't know why, I can just feel it," I admitted.

Sirius sighed, and sat beside me on my bed. He put his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands.

"I miss her so much," He muttered.

"I know mate, I do too," I said, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I keep on wishing that they would have taken me instead of her."

"Same here," Sirius agreed, "She didn't deserve this. She's such a nice and lovely girl. Seriously, everyone in Hogwarts loves her. Why would someone want to torture such an innocent girl."

"I know, and agree with you completely."

We sat there for a while longer, when suddenly Sirius shot up onto his feet.

"I cant just sit here and not do anything! I'm going to ask Dumbledore if they know anything yet," He declared.

"We'll don't leave me, I'm coming too!"

Ivy (Professor Brooke) POV

"Your plan worked Albus," Emily Collins began, "Voldemort let me into his inner circle."

The heads of everyone in the room shot up. This was our fifth meeting since Jamie was kidnapped. Today's order meeting was much smaller then the usual, since not many could make it. The only ones in Albus' office currently were Alastor Moody, Rubeus Hagrid, Arthur Weasley (Molly had to stay at home with her five children), Emily Collins, Minerva, me, and of course, Albus. Emily was currently giving her report.

Something you should know about Emily, is that ever since the war against Voldemort had started, she's been a spy for our side. She's highly skilled in occlumency, so Voldemort couldn't read who's side she really was on from her mind. Ever since Jamie had been kidnapped, her main task was to get into the inner circle of death eaters and find out where Jamie is kept.

Emily told us where the headquarters were, but we couldn't just attack any time since the place was massive, and it would be highly unlikely to find Jamie in the many rooms in a short amount of time.

"Do continue," Dumbledore urged.

"Yesterday when I went to one of those meetings, he invited me to see what the tasks of the inner circle are," She swallowed, as if remembering something horrible, "After some time, they brought that girl in. She was being incredibly brave. When Voldemort first hit her with crucio, she didn't even scream or cry, she just trashed around in pain. But the second time, she barely even did that. But then she insulted Voldemort and he…"

She stopped. Her eyes seemed quite frightened. She seemed to have seen something traumatising.

"He didn't kill her did he?" I asked with a small voice.

I didn't know the girl very well, but I've been around her house to see her brothers, and that's how we met. I felt a strong liking towards the Jamie. She's just like a sister to me now.

"No," Emily whispered, "But he did something that I'm highly surprised didn't kill the girl."

"What did he do, Emily?" Dumbledore asked.

"He ordered all of his inner circle to torture her at once."

I let out a gasp of shock, along with Alastor, Rubeus, Arthur and Minerva.

"I was so highly tempted to stop them, but I knew that it would just blow my cover, and I'd be killed, and we wouldn't be able to save Jamie. She was thrashing all over the floor, screaming so loud I thought my ears would start bleeding, and she passed out in her own puddle of tears" Emily was crying at the memory.

I walked over to the girl. She wasn't much older then me, only a year or two. I put an arm around her, and let her cry on my shoulder. I let a few tears of my own escape my eyes.

Jamie's such a strong, brave girl. I heard of a few cases when the Cruciatus curse was used on one person by more then one person at a time. Most of them died, while the others became insane. Only one or two survived, but they were traumatised for the rest of their lives. I had no idea how such a young girl could survive this.

"We need to get her out of there," Minerva whispered.

Just then, a knock on the door was heard.

Albus swished his wand, and the door flew open. Outside were standing two familiar young boys.

"Professor, we came to see if you know anything about the whereabouts of Jamie?" Sirius Black asked.

"I do in fact know, Mr Black, where Jamie currently is and we're planning on getting her out as soon as possible," Albus replied.

The eyes of the two boys lit up as they looked at each other. It was obvious how much they've missed their best friend.

"We want to help," James said.

"Mr Potter, where we will be going is no place for first-year students," Minerva said sternly.

"But we must be able to help in some way!" James exclaimed.

"Minerva, I do believe that the boys will be able to help us," Albus said from behind his desk.

We all looked at him. He must be insane! Why would he want to bring two first-year boys to such a dark place?

"Albus, these students are too inexperienced! What help will they be?" Alastor asked, his magical eye on the boys, while his normal one was positioned on Albus.

"Alastor, I believe Mr Potter is in possession of a certain magical piece of clothing that will make this whole thing a lot easier," Albus replied, his eyes twinkling. I couldn't help myself, and I read his mind. I gasped in surprise, and he smiled at me knowing what I've just seen.

I turned to James Potter.

"You own a invisibility cloak?" I asked.

He looked a bit surprised that I knew, but then he nodded.

Sirius looked at James accusingly, "You have a cloak that makes you invisible, and you never told me?"

James smirked at his friend, "I only got it yesterday, and there was never really an occasion."

Sirius nodded, and turned to the headmaster, "So how can we help professor?"

Albus looked in thought for a minute, and then told us the plan.

We all agreed to his plan. Most of us weren't too happy about having to wait another two days, but if it turns out that Jamie's still knocked out, then the whole plan would be much harder. It would also take another day to call the whole order to help with the rescue mission.