Author's note: Hey, in here I only want to say, more direct copying from HP#7 in the beginning. No, I don't own it, but since this is fanfiction, I don't feel too guilty. But if you dislike it, tell me please and I'll stop.

Silwen's attention snapped back into the parlor when the drawing room door opened behind Harry.

"What is this? What happened Cissy?"

Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry's right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes.

"But surely," she said quietly, "this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?"

"Yes! Yes, it's Granger!" cried Lucius. "And beside her, we think, is Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!"

"We have to be sure! Silwen! Tell me, are these the three? Potter, Granger, and Wealsey?" demanded Bellatrix, dragging the frightened girl over.

Feeling like an utter traitor, Silwen looked at the three. Undoubtedly, it was. "I believe so. But under the stinging jinx, it could be anyone."

Bellatrix slashed Silwen with a knife, sending her to the floor. "Then tell me if it's Granger and Weasley!" she shrieked.

Talking to the ground, Silwen responded, looking at Hermione with tears in her eyes, "Yes. It's them." To the three prisoners she whispered, "I'm so sorry. I-I have no choice." Standing, she crept back to Draco and hid herself in his side, silently sobbing, blocking out what was transpiring around her a second time.

There was a bang and a flash of red light: Silwen knew that the Snatcher had been Stunned. There was a roar of anger from his fellows:: Scabior drew his wand.

"What d'you think you're playing at, woman?"

"Stupefy!" she screamed. "Stupefy!"

They were no match for her, even though there were four of them against one of her: She was a witch, as Silwen had experienced, with prodigious skill and no conscience. They fell where they stood, all except Greyback, who had been forced into an kneeling position, his arms outstretched.

"Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Greyback as she pulled his wand out of his unresisting grip.

How dare you?" he snarled, "release me, woman!"

"Where did you find this sword? Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"

"It was in their tent," rasped Greyback.

No. That was the artifact that Silwen had helped Potter find in the pond. Her uncle must have made a copy of the swords, hidden the real one, and put a fake in the vault. Why did he want Potter to have it? How did he get it when it was in Dumbledore's office...? Because Dumbledore had told him to and Uncle Severus had trusted Dumbledore more than he trusted even her. Things started to fall into place for Silwen as she thought. But one question remained unsolved: What did they need the sword for? However, Silwen knew she'd never dare to ask it aloud. One day, when everything was finished, perhaps.

"Draco, move this scum outside," said Bellatrix, "If you haven't got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me."

"Don't you dare to speak to Draco like-" said Narcissa, furious, but Bellatrix screamed,

"Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!" A pause. "If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself...But if he finds out...I must...I must know... The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my-"

"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we are in!" shrieked Bellatrix.

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed Silwen, who was standing alone; Draco had gone with the unconscious bodies. "Take them down to the cellar, Silwen."

"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except...except for the Mudblood."

Eyes cold, Silwen spat, "Don't call Granger that." She shuddered as Greyback gave a loud grunt of savage pleasure.

"NO!" shouted Ron. "You can have me, keep me!"

Bellatrix pushed Silwen aside and hit Weasley across the face.

"If she dies under questioning, I"ll take you next. Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Snape, and make sure they are secure. Don't let them escape, or you too will feel my knife at your neck!"

Taking a silver knife in her hand, she cut Granger loose, then dragged the trembling Hermione by the hair into the middle of the room.

Pleadingly, Silwen ushered them in front of her to another door, into a dark passageway, her wand held at her side.

"You filthy, sneaking little traitor! You cheating, lying little B-" snarled Ron in a whisper.

"It's not my fault, Weasley!" snarled Silwen, livid. "Do you have any idea what I've been through to try and help you? Do you have any idea what I've sacrificed? No. So shut up."

A terrible, drawn out scream echoed from above.

"HERMIONE!" Ron bellowed, and he struggled in his bonds, so that Harry staggered. "HERMIONE!"

"Be quiet!" hissed Silwen. "You have to get out of here, without drawing attention!"

Harry stopped dead. "What did you say? It almost sounded like you were offering to help," he said scathingly.

Silwen deserved that, especially from Potter. Hanging her head, she whispered, "I'm going to help you get out of here."

Silwen took them down a flight of stairs, letting the ropes drop off. At the bottom was a heavy door. With a hesitant tap, she unlocked it and nudged the two boys inside, into a putrid smelling room. "Here, take my wand. I can't use it so you might as well. Just...don't you dare break it or I'll hex you with Draco's!" whispered Silwen who was still angry at Weasley, passing her wand to Potter. Her comment would have been funny if the situation wasn't so dire.

"Thanks," spat Ron. Harry elbowed him. "Er, thanks. I'll try not to break it...Mine's already broken. I've been using Hermione's, but it's been difficult sharing one wand between two people."

Silwen ignored Ron's remark and replied to Harry, "Oh...I'm sorry...In case you didn't know, the Elder Wand is broken. Gone. Destroyed. I snapped it into irreparable peices. But not before Uncle Severus died from a Killing Curse. And before you tell me anything more, you should know that...That Voldemort's prepared an army of 10000 to march into England and follow Voldemort into battle wherever he chooses. Also, I-I," Silwen hesitated and looked at the ground.

"What, exactly, Snape?" shot Ron, daggers in his eyes.

Flinching at his tone, she responed, "I've become Voldemort's...shadow and slave. I won't be able to help you again. So, I'm giving you this," she said to Harry, handing him a small vial. "When you have a chance to visit Dumbledore's office, put this in the pensive. Promise me you'll do it and watch the memories! Please!" she said desperately, her eyes filling with tears.

Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, "HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

Clapping a hand over Ron's mouth, Harry said, "All right! I promise!"

Silwen gave him the vial, and had Harry charm it so it was indestructible. Good. She could breathe again. Her mission was finally complete.

Smiling, she said, "Thank you. Please remember. I must go upstairs now. The best of luck to you all."

At the top of the stairs she found Draco.

"Thank you. Even though they found out, it wasn't because of you. Thank you, Darling."

Draco nodded. "Are you all right? You've been crying. Idiotic Weasley. It was him, I know it was. He never knew how to keep his mouth shut."

Even though Silwen agreed with Ron's lack of secrecy, she objected, poking him in the ribs with a strong fingernail, then asked, "Where are their wands being kept?"

"Follow me. But you aren't going to help them, are you?"

Smiling devilishly, she replied, "No. YOU are. You are going to put the wands in your pocket, fight with Harry, smuggle the wands into his hands, and make it look as if he bested you and took them by force from you, fight a bit more, then fall unconscious. Also, if you could give them any more wands, that would be great."

An incredulous and angry look draped itself on Draco's face. "You want me to give Potter, Weasley, and Granger their wands back? After everything that they've done to me?"

Nodding, she said, "I let Potter have my wand."

"Sil, you must have a pretty good reason."

Now Silwen became incredulous. "'Good reason?' All I know is that Potter is the only one who is fit to fight the Dark Lord. Why did you think Dumbledore invested so much in him? Believed him, protected him? Because he really is our only hope! You must have agreed on some level when you decided not to turn the three of them in!"

Draco scoffed. "I just didn't want them dead." He sighed, which was drowned out by more of Hermione's excruciated screams. They stood in front of each other in silence. Finally he whispered, "All right. I'll do it."

Hugging him, Silwen murmured, "Thank you, Draco. Thank you."

Draco left her side when Bellatrix called for him, then quickly brushed past her. She left to the kitchens, trying to find somewhere silent, but to no avail. More and more of Bellatrix' and Hermione's screams reverberated all throughout the manor, sending awful shivers down Silwen's spine. If only she could help...

CRACK. A new sound echoed through the walls. A sound that should have been impossible. A sound of someone Disapparating. Potter must have found a way to escape. She breathed a sigh of relief until she heard Bellatrix scream, "STOP OR SHE DIES!

"Drop your wands," Bellatrix whispered. "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!"

Running back to the drawing room, Silwen saw an unconscious Hermione held in the arms of Bellatrix and Potter and Weasley surrendering their weapons to the floor.

"Good!" she leered. "Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!"

Judging from Potter's ill expression, and how crumpled his knees looked, Silwen had no doubt that he already knew that. Whatever connection he and Voldemort shared, she felt awful for Potter. No one should have to bear something even like that.

"Now," said Bellatrix softly as Draco hurried back to the rwith the wands, "Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight."

Crash. A chandelier fell from the ceiling. Bellatrix leapt away, but Hermione was pinned underneath. As Ron sprang to free Hermione, Harry sprang at Draco.

Let him win, let him win, let him win...she chanted to herself. When Harry had all the wands in his hand, four or five or even six she counted, she smiled at Draco, running over to him, and helping him up. Narcissa ran over, and took Draco's other side, dragging him to safety.

"Dobby!" screamed Narcissa in outrage and surprise. "You! You dropped the chandelier-?"

Silwen looked and shocked, saw indeed, the little elf that the Malfoys used to tyrannize when she and Uncle Snape visited their home almost every weekend in the summers when she was a child. Silwen had always resented the horrible treatment the elf received and often snuck him chocolate that she had pilfered from tables and desks.

"You must not hurt Harry Potter," he squeaked.

"Kill him, Cissy!" shrieked Bellatrix, but there was another loud crack, and Narcissa's wand, too, flew into the air and landed on the room's other side.

For a few moments, Silwen blocked everything out as she inspected Draco, lying on her lap. He was fine. Unconscious, but fine. Only minor cuts. Things that could be fixed in seconds if she had a wand or essence of Dittany.

"Ron, catch-and GO!" shouted Potter, throwing a wand at Ron. Potter then bent down, picked the little goblin up, whom Silwen had just realized was there, and Disapparated.

Silence.

"Did you help them, you little brat?" shrieked Bellatrix, instinctively raising her wand arm.

Silwen looked up into Bellatrix' infuriated face.

"Yes," she whispered. Oddly enough, she didn't feel scared at all. Maybe because Bellatrix didn't have a wand in her fingers. Potter must have taken it with him. She smiled at that. Slash! Holding a new knife, Bellatrix sweapt it across Silwen's face, cutting her deeply in the cheek

"Bellatrix, leave her alone. Finish off the scum in the manor's atrium if you must," came a cold voice, filled with indescribable fury. So Voldemort really had come back, seconds after Potter had fled to safety. That thought brought another smile onto Silwen's lips. Potter, she hoped at least, was safe. As well as Granger and even Weasley. But she couldn't begrudge Weasley. Indeed, it did seem like she had betrayed them when they found her there, and Potter most likely told them what had happened at Dumbledore's grave. Not to mention, his love was being tortured above him and he was powerless to do anything. But Ron had Hermione now. They have to be safe, she thought.

Heels clacking on the ground, Bellatrix left the room, leaving Narcissa, a sleeping Draco, Lucius, Silwen and Voldemort in the room.

"Narcissa, Lucius take Draco to his room and stay out of here until you see me leave. Then take whatever is left of her," he said violently kicking Silwen in the stomach, making her moan, "and put her in the cellar. I assume it is empty now. Potter most likely has made sure the Lovegood girl and Ollivander have made their escape as well."

Narcissa and Lucius bowed to the Dark Lord, then carried their son out.

Calmly, Silwen stood and stared at Voldemort. Ready to face him.