"I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)"

― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

We all thought that it was going to be just another raid. Needless to say, we thought wrong...

Harry POV

The Order had received an anonymous tip off about a large congregation of Death Eaters in an abandoned farm just outside of Hogsmeade. We all jumped at the chance. Since Dumbledores untimely demise we had been lost. Frantically chasing our tails for a lead that could help us end this nightmare of a war, a lead that could help us wake-up.

I insisted on going, in the end Molly's complaints where out shadowed by a point made by Kingsley's commanding voice. I would end up going anyway, the Order could at least keep me safe, or at least safer. Surprisingly, little resistance to this idea was met, and I was grudgingly allowed to accompany them.

After we were all outside of the Hogwarts boundaries, we all apparated, an activity in which I was accompanied by Elphias Dodge as I did not yet posses an apparating licence, to the perimeter of the farms' surrounding land, and crept towards the main building in relatively small groups, however this was only done after Kingsley performed a quick charm to make sure that there were no spells upon the area that would alert anyone inside to our presence.

Everyone was actually surprisingly relieved to see that there was in fact a single caterwauling charm in place, as it alluded to the fact that there may be a chance for revenge lurking inside that seemingly dilapidated wooden building.

Anyway, back to the point. As we crept up we were met with a curious resistance in the air, almost as if it were attempting to push us back. Still, as they say, we soldiered on, taking this as a sign that we where indeed on the right tracks, and not on some fools errand or wild goose chase.

As we broke through this bubble like anomaly the sight before us changed. The now glass covered windows where bright with candlelight and the smell of alcohol drifted out from the cracks between the wood. The air was filled with the sounds of merriment, with howls and screams of pain lancing through it.

In that moment I could see why this group of people had been chosen and trusted with the task of being a member of the prestigious Order of the Phoenix. At the prospect of someone in danger, the ageing witches and wizards sprang into action, covering all possible entrances and exits and charging in, desperate not to put any more innocent lives in jeopardy.

And I joined them...

Lila POV

My body twisted and writhed beneath the wand pointed at me with carefully deliberated accuracy. "Crucio" could be heard, repeated again and again by voices of various tenors and pitches. Unable to hold it back any longer I let out a piercing scream, which seemed to only fuel their jeering torture.

My dishevelled midnight black hair was matted all over my face as I attempted to pull myself out of this helpless state of despair and into a place where I could grit my teeth and carry on resisting their futile attempts to get me to break, which sadly, where working.

"Stop." Sneered a cruel, high voice that had once sent shivers down my spine, however my ears had grown accustomed to its' unpleasant sound, and instead I was left wallowing in the small relief my enemy had granted me.

Cold, slender, pale hands roughly probed the bare skin of my back and calloused fingers slid over the raised scar tissue that coated it.

"What does this say, whore?"

And still I refused to reply.

"Answer me!" Screamed the voice, it's anger evident in its tone.

What felt like a knifes blade dug into my shoulder, and once again, I gave in once again and screamed. Then the doors burst like a damn. People came flooding in, not many, but people not party to the pain I was enduring...

Harry POV

For a single moment I was ecstatic. The tip-off was right, we had found a large amount of Death Eaters. I allowed my eyes to wander, and I realised that He was here. Bent over a hunched figure on the ground.

That was when I saw her.

Covered in blood, both old and fresh, and as naked as the day she was born. Cowering under the being that could barely be called a man.

Her eyes met with mine, swallowing me in there black depths, showing me all of her pain, all of her sorrow.

I didn't even notice him come up behind me.

"No!" I heard a feminine voice yell out, filled with desperation.

Then they all dropped to the floor.

And so did she...

Lila POV

Those eyes. That was all I saw. Huge emerald abysses that promised me all that I could never have. Threatening to swallow me up. But those eyes were so concentrated on me, they didn't see the figure that had crept up behind him, brandishing his wand with a psychopathic gleam in his eye.

"No!" I yelled out, my voice filled with desperation.

Then they all dropped to the floor.

And so did I...

A/N okay, this is just a little something that my mind cooked up, it's actually based on a dream I had the other night, which is probably really messed up, but hey, if the cap fits...

In other news: I own nothing except Lila, if I did there wouldn't be so many mistakes in the Harry Potter series (if anyone finds anymore I am building up a catalogue of them), Dobby wouldn't have died(God I love that elf, I am not going to lie, I cried when he died) and I would be on a beach somewhere with Tom Kerridge acting as my personal chef (that man is a genius, his food is utterly incredible).

~sorry about the llama's~