Harry felt sick to his stomach. His nightmare of what would happen if Cassandra found out about him came true. He put her in danger. All Harry could think about was how she was taken. In a tent full of wizards and witches, they should have been able to protect her. Hermione and Ron could feel Harry's distress and anger. They would be lying if they said they weren't feeling the exact same way. They really did like Cassandra. They all turned around when they saw a couple of people holding a man in a grip.

"He's a traitor! He's the one who let the Death Eaters in!" Harry looked on as he saw a man he's never seen in his life. Harry could see the dark mark on his arm.

"What have you done to my wife?"

"I won't tell, you bloody Half-blood!" that gained the man a punch from Harry. The man just sneered up at Harry and spat out blood at Harry's feet. "That Muggle bitch is probably the Dark Lord's whore...or dead." Harry became more enraged that he lunged at the man only to have Ron stop him.

"Don't, mate. He's not worth it."

"Ron is right. He needs to answer to the Order."

"What should we do with him?" a man holding the traitor's arm stared at Harry waiting on an answer.

"Take him away. The rest of the Order will deal with him."

"The Dark Lord will reign once more! All of you will be at his mercy!" the madman shouted as he was being carried off.

Harry knew the man would be dead if Ron hadn't intervened. All he could do was put his head in his hands. He was distraught that Cassandra was put in harm's way yet again. This time could be the last time. Harry knew he had to find Cassandra, but didn't know where to start. After an hour, Harry was still helping people with their injuries and consoling people who have lost loved ones with his thought being dominated by Cassandra. He saw Minerva McGonagall and Alastor Moody approaching him.

"Mr. Potter."

"Any word on where they have taken her?"

"Regrettably, no. We did, however, get him to confess how he aided in her capture. Mr. Colin Creevey was helping Cassandra when he was attacked. He later confessed that he was also the person who alerted the Death Eaters to attack us."

"We tried everything we could. Even had Veritaserum...the bloody todger used an antidote. He still wouldn't tell us where they took your wife." Moody's eye darted in the general direction of the man.

"We're sorry, Mr. Potter..." McGonagall looked at him with great empathy.

"I should go help the others." Harry gave a matter-of-fact tone.

Cassandra was transported to another wooded area. She was being held by a couple of Snatchers while some Death Eaters surrounded them. The only thing that ran through her mind was Harry. Was he alive? Did he know where she was? Was she ever going to see him again? She was cold and scared because, for the first time, she was had no one to protect her. However, Cassandra would never forgive herself if she didn't go down without a fight. Up ahead Cassandra could see a massive castle. While trekking through the woods, she noticed a sign that said 'Hogwarts' and immediately thought about all the stories Harry told her about the school.

Making their way over a covered bridge, the men along with their captive walked in front of the former school. Since Voldemort's reign, Hogwarts has become a prison for Muggles, Muggleborn and traitors. She wondered what happened to the children. Cassandra's stomach dropped once she heard screams off in the distance. No doubt people were being tortured. After walking to the bottom corridors, everyone stopped at a room.

"Put her in there!" Cassandra heard someone say to a man with ratty brown hair. She whimpered as the Snatchers slung her into the cell causing her to fall face first on the cold stone floor. "We must inform the Dark Lord that we have his wife. Snatchers, keep an eye on her."

"Whatever you say..." the man with the unkempt hair said while leering at Cassandra. She shifted uncomfortably under the man's stare as she got to a standing position. "Ay, beautiful, got a name?"

"Go to hell."

"Come, now. That's not nice. You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you." Cassandra flinched once he caressed her cheek. She wanted to smack that disgusting sneer off his face.

"Don't you ever touch me again!"

"What are you gonna do, uh? You're a weak, powerless Muggle. You can't 'arm me or none of us." the man looked over at the woman being held. She wasn't bad-looking, for a Muggle. She had nice, rich coco-brown skin, plush lips of a Nubian goddess, and her ass...well, the things he would do to her. "Better get used to someone touching you. Once ya little 'ubby's dead and gone, then you will know 'ow 'nice' I can be. Am I right, boys?" they all laughed sneering at Cassandra.

"I'm pretty sure she would prefer you be being 'nice' to her than if I was 'nice' to her." Cassandra didn't notice it before, but saw another man that resembled a wolf more than man. She could see his sharp teeth and claws just itching to rip her apart. Cassandra didn't want to think of what he would do to her.

"Where's ya little 'arry now? Be a bloody shame if he found out you were nothing but remains by the time he gets 'ere."

"You finished? Because I can't stand another minute of that stank breath of yours!"

"Looks like she's got smart mouth. Careful, that mouth of yours will get you in trouble."

"I have a name! My name is Cassandra Moore-Potter! My husband will come for me. The Order will come for me, and they will defeat that monster. And trust me, by the time Harry's through killing Voldemort, I'm gonna make sure he spares your life long enough and he'll show you how 'nice' he can be, you punk ass bitch!"

Before Cassandra had time to react, the man swung at her knocking her to the ground. She didn't care if it was a stupid move or not, the man was going to get his. She was on the last thread of sanity with this whole situation. Searing pain shot to her ribs as she was being kicked repeatedly. Cassandra tried to fight through the pain, but it became overwhelming. She felt the other men hold her arms and legs while the second leader straddled her punching her repeatedly. Suddenly, they pulled her up from the ground and held her up against the even colder stone wall.

White hot tears cascaded down her cheeks as she knew this was the end. She was going to die, but not before they would do something that would break Harry's spirit forever. With one final blow to the stomach, the man grabbed Cassandra and crushed his lips unto hers. She gagged as the man tasted vile. He smelled of dirt, the woods, and cigarette smoke. Exploring her mouth, the man moaned into the kiss. She could hear the cheers and shouts of encouragement from the others. His rough calloused hand tore at the top of the dress Mrs. Weasley had given her for spare change of clothes. Suddenly, Cassandra felt herself being dropped to the ground. The men were no longer holding her.

"What in bloody Merlin's name are you doing?!" Cassandra winced at the familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy but was thankful he stopped the men from violating her.

"We were just 'aving a little fun. No 'arm in that."

"Stop thinking with your pricks! The Dark Lord wants to see her." there goes that damn sneer of his, Cassandra thought. "Shall we?"

Every part of her body ached as she was being picked up again. She felt like a rag-doll as they held her again practically dragging her behind. She prayed that Harry would come and save her from this nightmare. Never in her life have she ever felt so powerless as she did on this journey. She had no powers and it would be so easy to kill her. Weak as she was, Cassandra collapsed halfway down the corridor. She winced as the wolf-like man pulled her up by her hair. Two large oak doors opened to a large room. It looked like an old dining hall minus the tables and chairs.

"Bring her to me!" Voldermort calmly said. It terrified Cassandra how chillingly calm his voice was. He sat at a table elevated by steps. Only one chair at the massive table. They walked forward and threw her to the ground. Voldemort grinned with delight as he saw Cassandra on her hands and knees. Thoughts of her begging for death ran through his mind. With close inspection, he could see that Cassandra's dress had been torn. He looked further and saw her face all bloodied and bruised. "You! Come here! What is your name?"

"Scabior."

"Did you touch her?"

"You said make sure she got 'ere alive. You never mentioned what condition..."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, and she deserved it! Mocking me and me mates. That filthy Muggle should know 'er place! Taught 'er right, I did! Now, we did our part of the bargain, 'ow's about you do yours."

"Ah, yes. You Snatchers are always so adamant about money. There's just one thing...I told you to bring her here alive and unharmed. Avada Kedavra!" Scabior's body collapsed right in front of Cassandra. She scrambled away realizing that man was dead. All she could do was look at Voldemort as if he was insane. "There, now that the rubbish is gone, what about you other men..." he grinned as the other Snatchers lowered their eyes in shame.

"Sir, what are we to do with this Muggle."

"Lucius, address this young lady by her name. Take her to the hospital wing. See what you can do there. As for the rest of you...the Dementors will fancy feasting on men like you." the rest of the Snatchers begged and pleaded as they were being carried off by Death Eaters. Lucius held his hand out to which Cassandra hesitantly took. She got her footing, but one thing lingered on her mind.

"Why?" Cassandra croaked out.

"Pardon?"

"Why did you kill that man? Why didn't you want me harmed if I was going to die, anyway?"

"Because, my dear Cassandra, I want to be the one that destroys you in front of Harry."