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OH-MY-SOUL! The last time i updated was last year! I apologize people! LOL! HEHEHEHE, NEW YEARS joke. Anyway, happy new years. may this year be legendary and absolutely AW-E-SOME!

HEre is another chapter(obviously), i really took this chapter into a whole new way. It is very deep( hopefully) and VERY IMPORTANT, just saying. * wink, wink*

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So here you are:

Chapter 21

It was a pimple.

On my back between shoulder blades, I am serious. Now, I think I have had my fair share of pimples, I think. Okay, well I am not exactly sure, I mean I had thousands of mirrors in captivity and reflective surfaces. Okay, that is a lie. Let me tell you this: It was dark and it wasn't like I had the privilege of owning a mirror or at the very least a shiny surface, was that too much to ask Vampies? No, stupid things.

ANYWAY, the I-think-is-a-pimple problem. I pulled my arms around me, hugging my body, exposing my bare back. And there it was, I tried to touch it, but IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. Really, the person who is able to touch in between their shoulder blades deserve a trophy or medal or both. I stuck my tong out and frowned in concentration.

Almost there.

I think this is the only time that I have ever wished for longer fingers, it's not like I think about it a lot. I don't wake up in the morning and the first thought that comes to mind is, " I wish my fingers were longer" or maybe I did and I just don't remember. But, here I was wishing for the ability to touch the pimple. Superpower? How impressive. I stopped and tried to concentrate on that small spot and on that small red spot only.

Was it itchy? Hmm, no. Did it hurt? Well, a little but then again ever since that fall last week my back has been feeling a little- a lot- sore. Talking about that fall, I just want to point out to all of you who might be wondering about Albus, he lived! Take that bad luck! Okay, so he is a lot more hesitant to come near me when I have anything or (cough, cough) a wand in my position, so? Looking back, I guess he has a good point on why to be, I mean even Mr. Malfoy makes me lock up my wand before a lesson and still he keeps his two piercing eyes on me the time. Such trust. But, I promise you I did sit with Albus and apologize profusely for the little incident. But, he was very understanding, then again when isnt he? I swear he has a heart of gold that one, yes he does. However, I am straying from the matter at hand here. The red dot, it was just red in that area when I first noticed it the night my first school day and didn't pay much attention to it. For about three days after that I could hardly move from how stiff and painful it was, Mrs. Potter and her beady eyes that able to spot anything and everything(I have to admire her for that) had me in my bedroom and was observing my back before I even had breakfast. Not cool. She then gave me about an hour lecture about not coming to her sooner and how it could have been very serious and I could have just dropped down dead, how lovely. Anyway, after three different potions and a message that had me silently screaming throughout the whole thing, she released me from her deadly clutches, okay that's harsh but I have to get the point across. So, after three different potions , a long lecture and a killer message I felt… Nothing different, at all. My back still silently murdered me every time I took a single step and the redness just clumped together and formed a pimple after three days. On the bright side, controlling my magic was becoming easier and easier, minus a few accidents here and there. I basically whizzed my way through the curriculum. Everyone was clearly impressed and so was I.

All my teachers were great. After my first day of schooling everyone stopped by during my practical sessions in order to catch me in my mind-blowing action. Joke, they all came for the mistakes. Rose and Scorpius came nearly every day, maybe because their parents were my tutors or they just wanted to spend time with yours truly. I spoke to them a lot more and found myself becoming closer and closer to them. Fred and Roxanne came over a few times, I hardly ever got any work done with those two around. The onetime I laughed so hard I fell of the chair and couldn't find the strength to get up, so I just stayed where I was laughing and laughing. Oh, the good old times. Alice came on Sunday thanks to my continuous whining about how much I missed her, we both attacked each other as soon as we saw each other and jumped right into playing. Most fifteen year olds would have been highly annoyed to be spending a day climbing up trees, playing hide and seek and catch, but I could find nothing better to do. Before the left I made Luna promise to bring Alice by again soon, she agreed , you know in that dreamy voice of hers. Talking about her dreamy voice, you should have her teach you. Coolest teacher ever! Though she might look dimwitted and sound it, she is by far one of the smartest people who I have ever met. Key word 'one of' , just saying. I don't know how but she made the stars so interesting, I loved looking over all the star charts and textbooks, it just seemed so different, almost as if the stars had their own sort of magic. She was also extremely funny and had a slight obsession with pudding, then again don't we all. The amount of information I was able to pile into my brain was astounding, all the facts and information stored and I would soon be needing them.

Today was test day.

Basically I was writing an examination on all the subjects and doing practical's. Hermione had spent the whole morning preparing the library for the examinations. I haven't seen it yet, so don't ask me how it looks. But then again, there are only so many things you can do to a library. Anyway, at nine o'clock I was to be seated in the library and waiting for my supervisor. I don't know why I must wait for her, I mean shouldn't she be there already? Urg, never mind ! Then I write until two, have a break, then practical's and afterwards a surprise. Do I know what it is? No. So am I nervous for it? Of course. Mrs. Potter said I must just have fun… Attempt no. 1: YAY- no.

You are all probably wondering why I am so calm. I mean, this is an important exam, very important. These marks go up to Hogwarts and then the teachers discuss whether or not they would 'mind' having me in the class. I love how they used the term 'mind', doesn't it make you feel welcome? It does, it really, really does. That again, is my advanced sarcasm. Oh, wait- now where was I? Right, why I was so calm. Well, it is a rather funny story… Okay, you caught me, it's not funny at all so don't you dare laugh.

I had a rather bad nightmare last night. Okay, it was really bad.

I was almost there. So, close to freedoms door I could taste the clean air on my tong. My bare feet pounding against the hard, stony, cold floor of my personal prison. I was so close. I strained my eyes against the darkness, but it was hopeless. Everything was black, the walls, the ground and even my own shadow. It was all the same, never-ending. The battle I have fought was never-ending, the pain mentally and physically was never-ending, the tunnel I was running through was never-ending, but it was my faith that was ending, leaving me.

I shook my head furiously at that thought.

No, you will not give up! I urged myself. You have fought too hard and long to give up or even think about it.

I shook my head again, I had to get out of here and this time it wasn't only for me.

The face of the little boy crept into my mind. I only saw him once when the door opened, allowing light to shine through into my cage. I had been sleeping restlessly in the corner of the room, curled up in a little ball and hoped to catch up some sleep before they came to drag me away again. They threw him into the room with such force the he hit the opposite wall with a loud crunch and moan, as soon as the door closed I rushed over to the small lump in the shadows.

I rushed over to his small form, but paused unsure if it was wise to proceed or hold back. I looked at the outline of his body uncertain for a moment, thinking of the consequences , but was brought out of my thoughts by a little moan. My heart silently cried for him, he was so small, so young and innocent. He wasn't made for this place and I had a funny feeling that he wasn't going to last long.

I bent down and softly touched his arm, but he drew back, scared. I silently slapped myself.

" I am not going to hurt you, I promise." I whispered into the dark.

There was silence for a few moments and I started to wonder if I was ever going to get an answer.

"You promise?" His small voice echoed unsurely in the dark.

"I promise. I'm not one of them, never was and never will be." I promised.

I bent down and was reaching out when I thought better, " Mind if I check, just to see if you are hurt?"

He was silent for a few moments before letting out a shaky," Yes."

I reached out and felt his arm in the dark, concentrating on anything that seemed to be out of place, " Does this hurt?"

I applied a little pressure on his wrist and felt as his whole body tensed up.

"Oww." He groaned, trying to pulled his arm back.

I sighed sadly, definitely broken.

I scanned the small room not in hope of seeing anything, more like hoping to remember anything that could help him. I let out another sigh of defeat.

"What's wrong?" He sniffed.

"Nothing." I assured him, but it was a lie. He was as good as dead here, unless he had something to offer like me. I bowed my head down in despair and then thought of something.

I grabbed hold of my worn out dress and tore the bottom off to create somewhat of a bandage.

"What are you doing?" He asked me, frightened at the noise.

I gave one last tug, " Making a bandage for your wrist."

I held the two corners and pulled them in the air, trying to imagine how long it was.

"Pass me your wrist." I instructed.

I felt something on my lap and grabbed hold of it lightly, not wanting to hurt him anymore. I wove the bandage around his wrist, comforting him when he let out a yell of pain.

" What's your name?" I asked him quietly, hoping to distract him from the pain.

" Dan- Daniel Archer." He sobbed into the sleeve of his other arm. "And yours?"

I was a little baffled when he asked me, I wasn't asked for a name in a long time.

" A-Aurora." I said quietly, I wrapped the last of the bandage around his small wrist. " Sorry, but that's the best I can do."

He sniffed twice, " Thank you."

I was so soft and it almost made me start crying. I felt sorry for what he had to now face, it was inevitable.

" Welcome." I whispered, and started to crawl to the furthest corner.

"Don't leave." He cried out hysterically.

" Don't worry. I am just getting you some water." I assured him and carried on crawling, to tired and weak to stand up.

"Okay." He said unsurely.

I stopped at where I kept the only things I was given. A rusted tin, three slices of molded bread and a small jar of water either to drink, wash with or anything else. I only received water and bread every (what I think) was a weak. It wasn't a lot, not by a long shot. I grabbed some of my water and threw it in the tin and grabbed a slice of bread. I had tried stocking up on supplies, but you just cant. You would die within a day. I crawled back Daniel and gave him the water and bread.

" Drink and eat. It is the only stuff that will keep you going." I said sadly.

He downed most of the water and was almost finished with the bread when he looked at me, " Do you want the rest? You don't sound very healthy."

I shook my head, " No, I am still fine. You just eat up."

I saw the outline of his head crock to the side, " Are you sure?"

" I am positive. I assured them.

He sniffed as he ate the rest of the bread and drank the rest of the water, occasionally sniffing here and there.

"Thank you." He said gratefully when he finished.

" It's okay." I took the tin from him and crawled back to the corner and placed it down, this time he didn't say anything.

There was a silence that followed until he asked, " Where am I?"

" I don't know." I answered.

I had no clue where I was- where we were. All I knew was that we were close to an ocean, occasionally you could hear the waves as it flowed on to shore, breathing almost.

He stayed silent for so long I had thought that he went to sleep.

"How long have you been in here?" He asked getting nervous.

I paused, trying to think of how long I had been here, but to no avail. Mama had taught me the days, weeks, months, years. She taught me it all, trained me so that she knew that I could protect myself if possible.

"I don't know." I thought, " But long. Very, very long."

I sniffed, " I don't know you stand it. They are awful here."

I frowned, " And you have been here how long?"

He stayed silent again.

" A day. They have my big brother here too, but they separated us." He started to cry. My heart secretly bleed for him, I wish that I could have helped him or at the very least just bring them together again, but it was out of my power.

" I am sorry." I whispered quietly.

He moved closer to me, " But it will be okay. My brother said that it will be okay, that everything would be just fine. He promised me and he always keeps his promise." I could hear the boy smiling in admiration.

"Is that so?" I asked. I think both me and this 'older brother' know that that was next too impossible, but somewhere inside me I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth, he deserved some hope even of it was slim.

I could feel the boy nodding beside me, " He knows everything, he says it is because he is older."

I chuckled softly.

Daniel carried on, " But I think it is because he has never ending faith."

That stopped me.

Faith…

The greatest things were accomplished with faith.

" I think you're right." I whispered earnestly.

He was right, being the eldest doesn't make you the wisest, being the bravest doesn't make you fearless, but having faith proves that you are wise enough to be brave for the things in which we can only believe are real.

" I know I am." He smirked and we both laughed and laughed until he started moaning about the pain in his arm again. I sighed and placed it on my lap. I hated seeing him in pain and so I did the only thing that I could think of even if it was risky.

"Shhh… I will make it all better." I whispered to him softly.

He sniffed, " How?"

"I am going to try something, but I need you to keep quiet." I advised him.

He nodded, " Anything for the pain to stop."

I smiled reassuringly at him. Grabbed his hand and closed my eyes, humming the lullaby that Mama always used to sing to me. I carried on and on remembering all the high notes and low notes she would sing, it was always the one thing that could make me fall asleep after a nightmare, the calmness and security that that song had to offer. I felt the palms of my hand get warmer and warmer, smiling slightly with happiness at the familiarity of the song.

I hard Daniel suddenly gasp and I opened my eyes still humming along to see what he was carrying on about. Under my hands was a bright blue light brightening up all the corners of the room, as the song came to an end the light died down like a fire, until even the ambers were dead.

"How's the hand?" I asked him.

He closed his mouth, that was hanging open, and started to flex his wrist not wincing once, I took that as a good sign.

"It's brilliant, like it was never hurt." He said, stunned, then looked up at me, " How did you do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, " I don't actually know, a gift I guess."

He grinned in the darkness, " Nice gift."

I chuckled, " Thanks, it comes in handy, doesn't it?"

He nodded, let out a yawn and to my utter shock rested his head against my chest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him as he yawned again.

" Sleep little one." I whispered to him softly.

He nodded and closed his eyes and just when I thought he was asleep he said, " What was that song you were singing?"

I paused," A lullaby my mother sang to me before I was captured."

"My mother is dead." Daniel stated sadly.

" Mine too." I hugged him tighter.

" Can you sing it to me with words."

I nodded a bit:

Close your eyes

Deep breath in

Sing a tune

To the moon

You are safe

Nighttime has come so soon

Hold my hand

And I'll hold yours

Walking together in the sand

Nothing can harm you

Not even your thoughts

So believe me I love you

Every sun shall shine

Every flower will grow

As long as you are mine.

I love you more than the sky's above

And not even that is enough

Mountains can't move me

I am here to stand

With your hand in hand

So close your eyes

I am right by your side

Nothing can harm you

Not while I am alive

I finished the song and started humming it over again, allowing myself to fall asleep, I was so close to drifting off until Daniel muttered, " I am glad that I have you as a friend, even if you're not my brother."

And together we drifted off into a safe sort of slumber.

He was the one that actually told me to leave; apparently, he had a birth defect that made him unable to walk and refused for me to carry him out saying he wasn't going to leave his brother. I tried to think of a way to get him to budge but he remanded adamant. For the rest of the next day we spent laughing around, I enjoyed the company and he enjoyed the comfort. I thought of a plan to get his brother out but I knew it was useless, it was impossible. But Daniel convinced me to go alone and find help, he said that there were always people that were willing to believe and help us. At first I dismissed the thought completely, but he kept insisting that it had to be done and in the end I gave in. So when we heard the footsteps in the hallway I creeped into the corner with the tin that we tore apart to form a spear. We waited for him to open the door, when he did so and walked in slowly, only seeing poor Daniel in the opposite corner, I attacked him from behind and stabbed him in his heart, tin didn't work on vampires but it at least knocked them out for a while. Daniel ushered me out and I went in the direction that me instructed. I ran and ran, knowing I had no time down the passage way that led to the another room filled with cages and cells. I scanned the top of the roofs, searching for the right number: 65.

His had a latch at the top, unlike mine, I pulled it open and the cluncking of the rusted metal echoed in throughout the deserted room.

"Who's there?" A hoarse voice asked , I peered in, blocking some of the light.

"It's Aurora, I know Daniel." I whispered.

I heard some muffled footsteps and almost screamed when a face appeared in front of me.

"Where is he?" He growled.

I blinked, " We are sharing the same cell, he helped me escape. I am going to look for help. He said I must tell you that he loves you very much and is proud to call you his brother."

I made to close the latch but he reached out and grabbed my wrist, I jumped back.

"Just get him out, please?" He begged. His almond-shaped, hazel eyes begged.

I looked back at him, " I am going to try my best." I promised him.

I shut the latch and turned around, leaving the other Archer brother in my dust.

And so here I was, running and running, trying to help the brothers who deserved to be free. They were still you naïve and pure to be held in a place like this.

I strained my ears as I started to get closer to the entrance , knowing that there should be more of THEM here. I slowed down ever so slightly and headed off towards the light.

The sun was shining through at the end of the cave, a smile formed on my lips as I drew closer and closer.

I could save them, I repeated over and over in my head.

I could, I really, really could.

And maybe I was paying close enough attention, or maybe the improved there sneaky ad silent attacks, but two large hands grabbed my around the neck, blocking off the air I needed. I kept on staring at the sunlight just a few passes away thinking of the reason I was doing this.

I clawed at his hands , boxed, kicked and punched, but it didn't make a difference. I bit on his hand hard and maybe he was new and out of human reflexes let go, but he did and ran towards the light , faster than I had ever run before.

A foot away was all that I needed. A foot! But no, he seemed to have recovered ad grabbed me again, this time shoving my painfully into the wall. I let out a moan as he grabbed hold of my hair yanked it hard. I pulled me all the way back to my cell hissing words, saying that I was useless, a vermin, just taking up space. I wasn't paying much attention to him, I was rather thinking of how I failed them: The Archers.

We were just crossing cell no. 65 when we were stopped by a couple of THEM. The one he we had stabbed was there, his face twisted with an ugly scowl.

"YOU!" He bellowed and jumped at me.

In a blink of an eye he was on top of me, clutching my neck and using his other to pound holes into my face with his already bloody had, I panicked at that hoping that it wasn't what I thought it was. I didn't have to think about it as his fist started to collide with my face. I shut my eyes and wriggled trying to get out from under him. IT HURT! His fist collided all over my body and I almost couldn't hide a scream. I hoped that one of the others would help me, prayed that they would get him off me.

But I knew that they wouldn't, they just laughed. Sick.

" You will regret ever being born." He whispered to me deadly. I already did, that was the sad part.

He reached down to my right leg, sliding his hand alone my bare skin. My eyes popped open. NO!

He grabbed hold of it and somehow broke it.

CRACK.

The sound echoed from wall to wall, so loud that even THEY stopped laughing.

A pain like no other shot through my body and I screamed.

It was one of the rare moments that THEY saw me screaming, I tried not to with all my strength. The pain increased with every blow he still sent to me, everything got so cold around me and I felt light-headed. My scream carried on and on and somehow I heard it.

The banging coming from cell no. 65. Fists' pounding harder and harder against the rusted iron doors followed by some yelling. I couldn't hear what he was saying, everything sounded like anything, but in an odd way it was comforting. My screaming stopped when the vampires got annoyed at the Archer brother and opened his cell door and walked in.

I could hear what they were saying, probably from all the blood I my ear, but it sounded a lot like, " Shut it." Followed by the sound of a fist connecting with a body.

A loud Oomph was heard and guilt filled me.

"No." I croaked, " Stop."

My voice was dead and hoarse and my eyes were starting to get heavy. I blinked trying to stay awake, but the pain was just too much.

The vampire walked out of the room his hands covered in blood, blood that I was hoping was only mine. I blinked again trying to stay awake. He looked over me for a second and then sent a hard kick into my abdomen, I moaned and stifled a dry sob.

He grinned down at me and I knew that whatever he was planning to do next was going to hurt... A lot.

" Are you alright, dear?" He asked in fake concern.

I glared at the when they all started laughing, after a few seconds he stopped and kicked me again, moving my leg accidentally , I cried out in pain.

"Up." He grunted at me.

I swallowed, knowing it was impossible.

I shook my head, wishing I could die now.

He kicked me again, " I said GET UP!"

I knew that he wouldn't let me be. I drew in a deep breath and carefully rolled over onto my stomach. I took in a deep breath as pain shot through me again. I don't know how I managed it, but I did. I battled over the pain, nausea and dizziness, but managed it the end.

He took a look at me and grinned, " Now walk to back to your cell."

I stared at him in the eyes, hoping it was a joke. But then again they never joked, or they did, but it just wasn't funny to me. I took in a deep breath, sweat running down my face just by standing. I hoped forward and a jabbing pain l most made me pass out.

"Move on!" He bellowed at me.

I glared at him, took a deep breath and hoped again, the pain was just the same as before and I had to use the wall for support. He chuckled again and pushed me over. I fell onto my bad leg and a scream ripped out from my throat. I breathed in and out, trying to stay conscious. I just wished it to be over, that was all. But it couldn't be, it wasn't. I climbed onto my hands and knee , taking a deep breath.

I could do this, I had too.

I looked up with my head, noticing that cell no. 65's door was still opened. A boy, around ten looked at me. His curly blond hair falling over his forehead, his hazel eyes staring back. Eyes lit with compassion. I stared at him, not sure of what to do until his eyes grew hard and he mouthed, " Give them hell." Followed by a nod. I frowned for a moment, but nodded too. I could do this. With my new found strength I stood up, shaking a little bit, but doing it. I limped all the way back to my cell, getting back up after THEY tripped me and burst out laughing. I kept of my game face throughout the whole time. When we finally arrived back at my cell. I was tired, in pain, nausea and dizzy, but mostly anxious about Daniel. Maybe it was because I didn't have a friend before, not in here, let alone human contact, but Daniel was special to me. He was the first person I spoke to here that was alive, the first that didn't throw punches at me or try to make me give them any information or blood, he just cared and had… Faith.

I watched anxiously as the steel doors opened, only to find the room in its usual darkness, I leaned in slightly hoping to get a better look.

"In!" He yelled at pushed me in. I fell into the dark room onto the cold floor. The door closed with a bang, hurting my head. I breathed in.

" Daniel?" I called out softly.

Silence.

I started to panic, "Daniel?" I called again and again. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew what had happened, but the rest of me didn't want to believe it. I crawled around looking for him, every corner I searched, but it was no point. Daniel was gone, and I have been here long enough to know that once you have gone, you could not come back. And that was the first night that I had ever cried in that cell, I just cried and cried knowing that I let someone down.

I turned back to the mirror and just watched as I cried, remembering my first friend. Not a day goes by that I wish that I didn't leave him there on his own, not a single one. He was only five and yet he had to die a way that no one deserved, not even the ones who deserved hell. He had to die alone. I always have the strangest inkling that he knew it, some way, somehow. He knew he was going to die and that's why he sent me to his brother with a message and if that was so I was happy to say that I did his last dying wishes. I hadn't seen the other Archer brother from cell no. 65 after that, I didn't know if he was still alive, but he gave me strength to do those last few steps, " Give them hell" he said and I was sure to do just that. I mourned for him too, be that he was dead or alive, I did cry for him too, my second friend, the one who had no name.

" Aurora!" Lily yelled from my bedrooms door, " It's almost time."

"Alright." I yelled back, my voice breaking towards the end, I listened for her footsteps to fade, I turned back to the mirror, whipped the tears off and put on my best smile.

Give them hell.

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