Chapter 2

Harry snuggled contently in the Dark Lord's embrace. Their bodies radiated heat as the sheets around them were knotted and disheveled. They calmed their ragged breathing as Harry could feel the rapid heartbeat of the man before him.

"I love you my Lord."

"As I you, my queen." replied the Dark Lord.

They laid in silence as they listened to the others breathing. Harry laid with his head nestled on the Dark Lord's scaled chest. His gentle fingers trailed over the man's skin making the Dark Lord moan in pleasure. The young man knew all the right places already.

"So my Lord, when can we kill the others?"

The Dark Lord chuckled at his queen's ambitious need to spill blood. "If you want more blood, my dear, you can do the job tomorrow morning. But tonight, you're mine."

"I am always yours, every minute, of every day."

"As I am yours, with every breath I take."

Harry beamed at his new husband's declaration of love that he captured his lips with his. The kiss took both their breaths away. Once Harry ended it from the lack of oxygen the Dark Lord smiled and pulled the covers over their bared skin. Harry laid his head back onto the Dark Lord's chest sighing contently.

"Sleep well my queen."

"I can't sleep for I am already in a wonderful dream with you."

"My love, your dreams will always be reality as I will give you anything you wish."

"I love you, my Lord."

"As I you, my queen."

They then drifted off to sleep together. They dreamt of the world they were about to conquer.

Neville stirred awake with a sudden throb in his head. He looked around as realization struck him. He screamed out in agony awaking Luna. She propped herself up with her arms and peered through the darkness to Neville. She could hear him sobbing.

"She's dead." Neville kept on repeating. "She's dead and it's my fault. She's dead because of me." Luna made her way silently to where Neville was. When she found his body in a heap, she went and hugged him. She didn't say a word, but her presence was comforting. Neville didn't stop crying though. His unborn child was dead and so was the love of his life. They were both dead because of him. He couldn't protect them like he should've. God damn Hannah! If she had escaped when he told her to, she would have been alive. He might have not been, but at that point he didn't care. He would've died for her. Without her, he wanted to die.

"Neville it's not your fault." Luna said softly. "We all tried our best. I have lost people I love too, like Ginny, Fred, and George. I didn't see Hermione or Ron, but I'm guessing they died too."

"You're right Luna, it's not my fault. It's Harry's fault! If he killed Voldemort like he was supposed to then all those people would be alive. Hannah would be alive, but they're not because of him!" Neville yelled and then punched the stone wall with his fist. Pain surged through his now broken hand, but he didn't care. The pain didn't compare to the pain within his still beating heart. If he could give his life to Hannah he would. Oh why did Hannah have to die? Why was fate so cruel?

Neville could hear the silent moaning from the people in other nearby cells. The place reeked of mold and mildew. The stone beneath him was cold and wet. It was uninviting and cruel to the bones. What would happen to them all? They would surely all die as prisoners and Luna and him would surely be tortured to death for defying the Death Eaters.

Then a Death Eater that none of them knew came by and laughed by their cell. His teeth were stained yellow as his hair was pointed in all directions as if he was just shot by lightning. "Hey Longbottom, it's time."

Minerva swiftly made her way down the dungeon halls. She could feel her power flow through her all the way down to her fingertips. Severus could feel the power she was emanating all around them. This wasn't going to be good. There were still many Death Eaters in the castle and they had to get out if the light side had a chance on going. Even if she did smite them all she would exhaust herself and maybe even to death. It was undeniable that her magical core was strong and unbelievably powerful. He had to stop her before she threw away all his plans.

"Minerva, stop!" he yelled, but she didn't.

"Severus, I have let the Order die, now I won't let anyone else die because someone is holding me back. I won't back down and nothing can stop me, not even you." Her words were sharp. She was determined and he knew she wouldn't stop. They were coming towards the Slytherin common room where all the Death Eaters slept. By the way she was moving Severus knew she was going to make some noise that would surely alert the others. Why was this woman so insufferably stubborn?

"Minerva, could you slow down and be quiet? You don't want to alert the whole castle that you are up and ready to strike anyone who crosses your path, do you?" Severus persuaded her to slow down and muffle her steps, but she never stopped. He walked faster to catch up to her and grabbed her wrist. She quickly retaliated by whipping around and taking her wrist out from his hold.

"Let go of me Severus. You won't get in my way this time." she said scornfully as her green eyes were like daggers cutting through him.

"What's this?" asked a gray haired man. He didn't look like a man at all though. He was tall as his hands and arms were covered in hair. He smiled at Minerva as he looked her up and down with his blue eyes while she looked at him with grotesque. His smile revealed a row of sharp teeth.

"So this is your little pet Severus? She's quite pretty. I hope you're going to share." he leered.

"Yes she is, but the Dark Lord has other plans for her unfortunately." Severus answered as he took hold of Minerva harshly. This time she let him grab hold of her, knowing he was only playing his role as a Death Eater.

"What a shame," he said as he came closer to Minerva and inhaled deeply to smell her scent, "we could have had fun together." Severus sneered at the other man's comment.

"Well Severus, why don't you lock her up and then go to the Great Hall. Macnair is putting on a show with this pudgy boy and blonde girl. Maybe you'll know them considering you probably taught them. Eh, maybe you'll even get to throw in a few curses at them, if Macnair is feeling generous."

"Yes, thank you Greyback, I'll see you there." Severus dismissed the werewolf Death Eater. The werewolf took one more look at Minerva before he was satisfied and left. Minerva then broke free from Severus's grasp and started to go down the halls after the Death Eater.

"Minerva, are you mad?" asked Severus as he went to run after her again. When he rounded the corner he saw Minerva whip out her wand and send a red beam hurtling towards the Death Eater that was ogling her.

"Minerva!" yelled Severus in disbelief.

"What Severus? It's one less Death Eater for me to deal with in the Great Hall." stated Minerva as she stepped over the limp body of the now stunned Death Eater.

"You can't go into the Great Hall. With all the Death Eaters around, you know you could get killed!"

"I don't care! I should have died along with the other Order members. At least if I do this, I won't have to see more people in mind telling me that I've let them down. Every time I shut my eyes I see the Order. I see each of their lifeless faces asking me why I hadn't helped them. Not this time Severus; not this time."

Neville and Luna were brought into the Great Hall and thrown unceremoniously on the round dais. There were a few masked Death Eaters in the Great Hall and slowly more started to file into the large room. Walden Macnair stood out from the crowd to Neville. He was the one who killed Hannah, and Neville would make sure that he would pay. Macnair sneered down at Neville as he made his way to the dais.

"My fellow Death Eaters. These two are responsible for the uprising that you saw earlier in the Great Hall. They shall pay for the deaths of the people they have killed." announced Macnair. He then smirked down at Neville and Luna.

"I'm going to enjoy this." He snarled as he lashed his wand out. "Crucio, crucio." Macnair said the unforgivable curse at both Luna and Neville as he watched them both writhe in pain. He kept on administrating the curse until one of them let out a cry of pain. Luna was the first to slip as she screamed. It was the first time Neville had ever heard her scream. He was going to make Macnair pay for making his best friend scream in pain. He could then hear Macnair's laughter drown out Luna's whimpers. Neville's blood was boiling with anger. Macnair then did the dreaded spell over and over again. He could see that Luna was starting to fade from consciousness.

"Luna, stay-"

"No talking!" yelled Macnair as he sent the curse to them once again. Neville's body ached everywhere as his body still felt like it was on fire. He was glad that the stone beneath him was cold as it was relaxing against his flushed skin. Macnair bent down near Neville. He smiled condescendingly as he heard Neville's ragged breathing. He took pleasure in inflicting pain on the boy along with the little blonde girl.

"So Longbottom, were you going to be a father? You were weren't you? You bastard!" yelled Macnair as he balled his fist and sent it flying to Neville's head. The collision bruised his knuckles, but the feeling was satisfying nonetheless.

"Do you miss her?" Macnair kept on questioning Neville as he tried to provoke him. It seemed like it was working as Neville's breathing started to quicken.

"You know it's entirely your fault she's dead." jeered Macnair and he then started to laugh again, but his laughter was soon stopped. Neville had been driven to the edge as he pushed himself off the ground and socked Macnair right in the jaw. Macnair was sent back as he was shocked by the sudden assault. The other Death Eaters were quick to come to his aid, but he halted them.

"Get back all of you! Longbottom is mine." He growled. He then smirked at Longbottom and got up. He towered over the young man.

"Did that make you feel tough? Did that make you feel better? It probably did, but guess what Longbottom? It didn't bring your girl back." He leered and Neville felt like he had been punched again by Macnair's words. He did feel better by punching Macnair, but it was true. He still didn't have Hannah back. Hannah would never come back. She was dead, and she was dead for good. Nothing could bring back his beloved Hannah or his unborn child. Neville's jaw clenched in fury as his fists balled. He wanted to punch Macnair once again, but Macnair showed Neville his boot as Neville was knocked down. Macnair circled Neville as he spat at the boy and kicked Neville hard in the ribs.

"Did that hurt Longbottom?" when Neville didn't answer Macnair smirked in satisfaction. "That's what I thought, and you know, that made me feel good. Maybe I should do it again."

Macnair kicked Neville harder in the ribs causing Neville to have the wind knocked out of him. He doubled over in pain as he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Macnair laughed once more as he pointed his wand to Neville. "I'm going to enjoy this. Tell your little girl that I said hello." Neville braced for the impact as his muscles tensed up, but he didn't take his eyes off of Macnair. He would remember how Macnair looked so that one day he could get Macnair back. Macnair opened his mouth for words to come out, but he was speechless. He was mute as he couldn't say anything that was auditable.

"Speechless, yeah I hate when that happens." remarked a cold voice from the other side of the room. Macnair turned his head to the other side of the room to see a determined Minerva standing there at the entrance of the great oak doors. She then whipped her wand out and sent Macnair flying. His body clashed against the stone cold wall. He was left in a heap on the floor unconscious. The other Death Eaters quickly got out their wands only for Minerva to disarm them all with one flick of her wand.

She was furious that there were there. She was furious at Harry, and she was most furious of herself for not retaliating sooner. They stood defenseless against her. Her magic was strong as you could feel it in the air like static electricity. It was a funny tingling feeling as it brushed against their skin, but it was unsettling. They all knew she could wipe them out, and she would not hesitate to do so. She eyed them all as she studied each and every face. Some she recognized as her old students. That angered her even more. They were students she had failed to steer in the right path.

"What are you waiting for Professor?" mocked one of them.

"If you're going to do it, than do it already." interjected another.

"Oh I will." retorted Minerva as she lashed out her fury on them. She sent each and every one of them flying in all different directions. All of them had the wind knocked out of them as they collided abruptly against the wall. She knew she should have done more to them, but she didn't have time. She had to attend to Neville and Luna. Neville gawked at his professor as he had never seen her unleash her power before in such magnitude, and yet at the same time he knew she hadn't given them all that she could. She could have done a lot more to them if she wanted to.

"Longbottom, are you alright?" she asked as she swiftly moved to his aid. She watched as he gripped his sides.

"Unfortunately I'm not the world's best healer so I can't really help you there, and I don't want to try only to cause it more damage." she confessed and then she looked over at Luna who laid motionless. Minerva felt for Luna's pulse and sighed when she felt one. The girl was still alive, thank Merlin.

"Longbottom, where are the others?" questioned Minerva immediately. She couldn't waste any more time. Damn time Minerva thought. There were more death eaters in the castle, she was sure of it. The commotion in the Great Hall probably already has awoken them.

"They're in the dungeons. There're dementors guarding them." Neville informed her. He then heard heavy footsteps coming towards the Great Hall. He looked up to see Severus Snape standing in the door frame. He didn't look pleased at all.

"Professor, behind you." warned Neville. Minerva turned around to see Severus approaching them.

"What the Merlin did you do?" he demanded. Minerva didn't have time for this.

"Severus, I need you to tend to Longbottom as I go and find the others." Minerva dared not to look at Severus for he was surely furious with her and her damn Gryffindor bravery. As she went to move past him he gripped her upper arm to stop her.

"Are you trying to get killed?"

She tugged her arm out of his grip as she glared at him. "That is not my intentions, but if I do die in the process, then it is a risk I'm willing to make."

He grabbed her wrist this time as he pulled her towards him. "Yes, well it's a risk, I'm not willing to make."

"Well, it's not your life its mine, and if you don't mind, you're wasting time."

"It bloody might not be my life, but it affects my life. I didn't save you just so you could throw your life away!" he snarled.

He had risked his life for her and now she's throwing that all away, but she couldn't live with herself. She had let so many already die and she couldn't let more die. They would haunt her in her dreams for as long as she breathed. She looked into Severus's dark eyes that were begging her to stay. It tore at her heart to see him this way. She drew him close to her. The warmth of his body clashed against hers. She pressed her lips firmly against his.

Neville only gawked once more. Was everyone turning to the dark side because of love? Or no, maybe Severus was going to the light side? Whatever side anyone was on, there seemed to be some change ups all because of love.

Minerva pulled away from Severus as she told him softly, "I'm sorry, but I must do it." With that she was off, and he couldn't stop her.

Minerva moved briskly through the halls as her power rose through her again. She could feel it in her fingertips. She discarded her wand in her robes as it would only slow her down. The others had been alerted as she had run into more death eaters in the hall. A quick wave of the hand and she sent them colliding into the wall stunned. She couldn't bring herself to kill anyone with a killing curse. No, it was not her nature, but that didn't mean she wouldn't conflict pain on someone if she felt threatened.

The dungeon's halls were dark and cold. The sound of her footsteps was loud as they echoed down the hall. Damn everyone she thought. Damn Harry, damn the Dark Lord, and damn Albus for leaving them with this mess. His actions were all for the greater good, but look at where they were now. The air got colder, and she knew she was approaching dementors.

She raised her hand as she thought of what had just happened. Severus held her close to her. He loved her more than anything to the point that he had risked his life by vouching for her. From her fingertips, she produced her tabby cat patronus strong and resilient as ever. It dashed out in front, lighting the way before her.

Glimpses of black shredded fabric and dark figures dashed away from the light. The dementors were kept away. The sound of pleading and moans got louder. Minerva's heart started to race as she knew she was getting closer to the survivors.

"Is any one there?"

"Please, let us go!"

The voices cried in agony. Minerva's blood simmered as she felt like it was her fault all of them were in this state. If she had acted sooner, things may have been different. The sounds grew louder. She quickened her pace. Her heels clicked against the stone floors. Yes she was getting closer.

"Please, help us!"

"Is anyone there?"

"Someone help us!"

"I'm coming, please hold on!" replied Minerva. The sounds grew louder as they were now crying out to her.

"Minerva is that you?"

"Please hurry!"

"Help us!"

"It's Minerva McGonagall!"

Minerva was now running. With each and every step her heart beat faster. She had to save them; she just had to. The cries and pleadings grew even louder as they resonated through the dark caverns of the dungeons. Her heart leapt as she saw movement from the dark. She ran faster towards the movement, only to feel something clasp around her neck. He was choking her as she couldn't breathe.

"Hello pet, did Severus let you off his leash? What a shame. I guess I can take care of you while he's gone." mocked Greyback. He loosened his grip just a bit so she wouldn't pass out. He drew her closer to him as he deeply inhaled her scent. He let it fill his nose. It was intoxicating.

"You smell lovely." He smiled as he felt her body stiffen. He liked the feeling of causing fear in her.

"Don't be frightened, I only bite so I can taste your flesh." He mocked once more.

Minerva's lungs were enclosing as they searched for air. Her head started to feel heavy from the lack of oxygen. Her hand fumbled through her robes. Greyback didn't notice as he continued to smell her scent and soon began to nuzzle against her hair. Her hair smelled wonderful. It was silk against his skin. Why was Severus given such a gift? Greyback wondered as he thought it should be him being rewarded from the Dark Lord.

Minerva tried to refrain from hurling. The werewolf reeked of sweat and dirt. His rough, calloused, hairy hands around her neck were bruising. His head was right next to hers as she could feel his warm breath upon her skin.

Her hand found her wand at last as she grabbed it and whipped it out on Greyback. He was sent flying away from Minerva. His body collided with the wall and crumbled to the floor. She gasped for air, but then through the dark she could see that his figure was moving to its feet. Greyback growled in anger as he lunged towards Minerva.

Minerva quickly moved out of the way from Greyback's tearing claws.

"Come here witch!" roared Greyback. She was able to dodge out of the way. His body clawed at the stone wall as he pushed himself off to go after her. She ran sending stunners behind her. Greyback dodged them with ease as he advanced on her. His smile broadened as he got closer. Her heart was caught in her throat for she knew he was thinning the gap between them. Greyback leapt towards her. He grabbed her by her waist, pulling her down with him. She clashed onto the stone floor hard as her wand was knocked out of her grasp. He was upon her.

His claws dug into her tearing the fabric till it reached the flesh from beneath it. He grinned as he flipped her on her back so he could see her expression when he ripped through her. He clawed her more than once as each time his smile broadened. She let out a blood curdling scream, and thrashed from under him only to feel suddenly free from his hold. When she opened her eyes he was beside her with his blue silver eyes wide open in shock. He was dead, lifeless.

"Are you alright?" asked Severus frantically. He ran towards her and held her close to him.

"Did he hurt you?" Severus questioned her, but Minerva was too shaken to think straight. Suddenly the wheels in her head started working again. She got up despite the pain all over her body. The others, she had to get to the others.

"Are you daft? You can't go on like this!" yelled Severus. He saw how she staggered with the blood dripping from her new wounds, but she ignored them. How far could her pride go? She was the most stubborn person Severus knew.

Minerva breathed deeply and she kept moving down the halls. The cries were finally only feet away. She could see hands trying to reach out for her through the metal rotten bars. She leaned against the cold wall for support as she raised her wand towards the bars.

"Stand back." She warned and the others didn't hesitate to do so. "Expulso."

The bars were exploded from the walls as the people inside them were set free.

"Go, apparate out of here." Minerva ordered. "Go to your homes, and leave England. Take your families and leave."

Most did not waver as they left on command.

"The appariation shields are down, now go." Minerva informed them. Severus was by her side as he helped to keep her standing.

"Minerva, we have to go, you're losing too much blood."

She didn't respond. She could feel the burning sensations from her cuts. Her blood flowed freely as it soaked her clothes. She was bleeding to death. Severus quickly moved his wand over her cuts, healing them as quickly as possible. Her mind kept on slipping. Soon she was in Severus's arms passed out.

Harry woke up from a sudden loud noise from outside his bedroom. He conjured some lose black robes and draped it over his naked body. He flinched at first when his feet hit the cold marble floor, but then he got used to it as he made his way towards the double doors. He opened them to see Macnair bowing at mercy to his husband. He smirked at the weak wizard while he made his way to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord's expression softened when Harry approached, but he still was angered.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you my love?" he asked lovingly.

"No, my lord, what is wrong?"

The Dark Lord sighed in displeasure as he looked furiously at Macnair. "This bloody idiot allowed all the prisoners to escape. I'm sorry, but you will not be able to spill their blood today."

Harry's excited expression faltered. He clenched his jaw in anger as he glared at Macnair.

"What have you decided to do to him, my Lord?"

"What do you think I should do to him?" questioned the Dark Lord. Harry stepped away from the Dark Lord's thrown and circled Macnair examining the trembling Death Eater.

"How many did he allow to escape?"

"All of them." answered the Dark Lord.

"He allowed hundreds of wandless weaklings escape! You truly are weak and incapable of anything. I don't see much use for you." jeered Harry.

"Please my queen, it was not my fault. Minerva McGonagall, she was the one who freed the prisoners."

Harry let out a chuckle as the Dark Lord smirked in the young man's amusement. "You let an old witch get past you. I don't see how pointing that out helped your case. In fact, it only weakened it." Harry then returned to his Lover's side. "I think we should let him rot in a cell while we go on a nice hunt for those who dared defy us."

The Dark Lord smiled and nodded his head, "As you wish my queen, take him away!" ordered the Dark Lord and two of his loyal Death Eaters dragged the screaming Macnair to a cell in the dungeons of the Riddle Manner.

Harry beamed at his husband as the Dark Lord returned the smile. "So where do we begin our hunt, my queen?"

TBC….

Author's note: If there are any grammar mistakes, as I'm sure there are, I'd like to let you know that I am exhausted. My vision is getting blurred, and hopefully I'm hitting the right keys. Next chapter will be focused on Hermione and Ron, as I'm sure you're wondering how they are. Tell me what you think, if you want, but right now I'm going to pass out so good night, or rather good morning since where I am it's two O'clock. ZZZZzzzz…