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So without further ado...

Chapter Forty-one

Uncontrollable

Hours later, as Harry stood glaring at his best mate, he wished that he could once again feel that hope that Ginny had been able to fan to life in his heart. Right now he felt empty, except for the anger that was building white hot in his stomach.

All day Ron had avoided him and Harry had left his friend alone, thinking that he needed to be alone for a while. Tonight however, after supper Ron had made a cutting remark to Harry before he headed upstairs. Harry had followed his best mate ten minutes later, with the idea of them talking it out. He should have known better.

"How dare you! I saw you snogging my sister!" Ron roared like an angry bull.

"What are you talking about?" Harry snapped back, remotely glad that Ron had sealed and silenced his bedroom when Harry came in.

"Talking about? You! With your hands all over my sister! Hermione and Taylor are missing and all you can think about is getting your hands on my sister!"

"Have you gone mental?" Harry yelled but Ron cut in.

"You don't even care! You left them. You left them to the Death Eaters! And then you have your hands all over my sister!" Ron roared as he dove at Harry, catching him around the waist and driving him to the floor. Ron's fists flew as he tried to hit every inch of the black-haired wizard that he could.

Wands forgotten the two rolled around hitting as hard as they could. They toppled the nightstand and smashed into the dresser, knocking it over on top of them.

Breathing hard they both clambered slowly to their feet, facing each other warily. Each were bleeding, Ron from a nasty cut on his mouth and Harry from his broken nose, as well as skinned knuckles and multiple bruises that they'd be sporting for several days to come.

"How can you say I don't care? I didn't want to leave but I had no choice!" Harry growled.

"All you thought about was saving your own miserable hide! You left Hermione, my Hermione there, stunned. She couldn't even protect herself! And you left Taylor! Who you supposedly love. But she isn't gone a day before you go right back to snogging my sister!"

The words tore through Harry like a knife. He'd left his sister, and his best friend, defenseless against the Death Eaters. To save himself. Self-loathing made his stomach roll in disgust.

"You have no idea…" Harry whispered

"No Idea? Of what? How the great Harry Potter turned tail? What would it matter to you, if two more muggle-borns were taken by Death Eaters? As long as you saved your own ass!"

"You have no idea…" Harry said more forcefully as anger rolled through him.

"I can see that seven years of friendship mean nothing to you! As long as you save your own ass!" Ron repeated, missing in his own pain, the tortured look that had come to Harry's face.

"I didn't have a choice! I couldn't help Taylor. I couldn't help her even if I stayed. It was only her shield that allowed me to go… I couldn't even lift my wand hand. I…" Harry's anguished voice fell on deaf ears, as Ron shook his head refusing to believe Harry.

"You left them! Hermione and Taylor! You abandoned them!"

Harry launched himself over the overturned dresser at the redhead as anguish turned to rage. His fist collided with the bigger wizards jaw as his shoulder rammed into his chest, knocking Ron back onto his bed causing it to collapse under the weight.

Harry lost it. Pain tore through him white hot and he hit. He hit Ron with everything he had, not even noticing the sickening crunch in his fist as he broke his hand.

"You son of a bitch! You have no idea!" Harry bellowed as his fists flew. "You don't know anything!"

Ron's fists swung too, each trying to get the advantage and soon they toppled off the broken bed. Rolling apart once more they stood, gasping for breath.

"Taylor was my responsibility! I abandoned her… I left her… She is my little sister! Merlin help me! I left my little sister for Voldemort!" Harry groaned as he fell onto his knees on the floor in defeat.

Stunned Ron stared at his best friend for seven years as slowly the words sank in. "Your little sister? But… Taylor is your little sister?"

It was a long time before Harry lifted his head up to look at Ron. "I abandoned my little sister and best friend. To save my own sorry ass."

Ron shook his head slowly, he had been so upset about Hermione, and angry. He'd wanted to blame someone and Harry was the easiest one to blame. It hadn't mattered that they had discussed what to do in a case like that. It hadn't mattered that Harry was hurting. All that had mattered was that Harry and he had made it back and Hermione and Taylor hadn't.

"I'm sorry. Harry I'm really sorry, mate. I didn't know. Taylor's your sister? But how?"

Harry's voice sounded dead as he answered. "No one was ever supposed to know. I didn't even know until the beginning of sixth year when Dumbledore told me."

"But… your parents died when you were just a baby…" Ron said as he lowered himself onto the broken bed.

"Taylor, she was only a month or so old when… Mum and Dad… they never told anyone. Sirius… I don't think even Sirius knew. No one knew. Hagrid found her when he went to get me… he brought her back to Dumbledore too."

"But why the secrecy? Why split you up like that?"

Harry looked out the window at the dark night sky. "At the time Dumbledore couldn't be sure that Mum's sacrifice would protect Taylor too." Harry laughed a hollow laugh. "And he couldn't very well leave her with the Dursleys, something I will be eternally thankful for! He found some distant, recluse great uncle of Mum's and sent Taylor there to live. Hoping that by keeping her secret, that she would be safe from Death Eaters, and Voldemort when he came back."

The two were silent for a long while before Ron spoke again, his voice contrite. "Look Harry. I've been a real git. I ahh… Well I'm sorry. If Hermione were here she'd… well she'd tell me that I was being a blockhead again."

"I miss her too, Ron. I don't know what I'm going to do without her, or Taylor." Harry met Ron's eyes, the worry, pain and fear that he felt was reflected in them.

"We'll figure something out. We have to. I'm not going to give up on Hermione, or Taylor. Somehow or another we'll figure something out." Ron's voice was solemn as he stuck his hand out for Harry to shake.

"We'll figure something out. If there's any way possible, we'll get Hermione and Taylor back." Harry agreed as he shook Ron's swollen hand, cringing as he moved his broken one, but he said. "You can't tell anyone about my sister, ever."

"Don't worry I won't. So no one really knows? Not even Ginny?" Ron asked as he looked at Harry's extremely swollen hand and added. "I think that's broke mate."

Harry gritted his teeth as he tried to flex his hand, as his swollen, slightly disfigured hand started to throb. "Yeah, I think it is too. But no, not even Ginny knows. No one knows. Except Dumbledore, myself and my sister… and Lupin. He figured it out last summer."

"Huh. I know something Hermione doesn't…" Ron began with a crooked grin before it faded. "It's come at an awfully high price though." He finished almost to himself.

They heard it then; A distant pounding, followed by the faint sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice calling to them.

Ron looked at Harry, and really noticed his friend for the first time since their fight. "Man Harry, you look like hell!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "You bloody git! You don't look any better!"

Ron turned and looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror, and laughed, and then he sobered quickly. "Mum's gonna kill us! Look at my room!"

The two wizards looked at the carnage in the room, before they spotted their wands lying forgotten on the floor. Picking them up, they started hurriedly fixing and straightening the room. When they were done they looked at each other again.

"I'm rubbish at healing charms, you know." Ron said quickly as the pounding and yelling was louder now.

Harry looked down at his hand. He didn't want to attempt to fix his hand himself either. "Let's just siphon off the blood. We'll look a little better then." Ron nodded his agreement.

In a few minutes the two wizards were sitting and looking as innocently as possible, when Ron lifted the charms that had sealed his room.

"WHAT is the meaning of this SEALED ROOM?" Mrs. Weasley demanded as she threw open the door and marched into the room, wand out. "You two have been fighting!"

Ron looked up at his mother and said as innocently as possible, "Fighting? What would make you say that? Why would I be fighting with Harry?"

"Ronald Weasley! Don't you lie to me! I know a fight when I hear one even if the room is sealed!" Mrs. Weasley snapped angrily.

Harry could see Ginny standing behind her mother staring open mouthed at him. He guessed that he hadn't cleaned up quite as well as he hoped.

"Harry Potter!" Harry jumped when Mrs. Weasley called his name in the same tone as she had Ron's a few seconds ago. "What have you got to say for yourself? Fighting like a couple of hoodlums!"

"Mrs. Weasley I…" Harry began as he started to feel guilty.

"Mum, we weren't fighting! We were just settling our differences!" Ron cut Harry off as he stood up, towering over his mother.

"Settling your differences? Is that why Harry has a broken nose and most likely a broken hand?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, not backing down one inch as she glowered up at her son.

"Yeah, well, we happened to have a lot of differences to settle!" Ron said but he backed up a half a step.

"I raised six boys in this house! Six! And never have I been so disappointed! Not even Bill and Charlie smashed up the house like you two just did!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley. I ahh, well, we tried to repair it." Harry finished lamely.

"Well I guess I can be thankful for one thing, at least you had the sense to leave the healing to someone else!" Mrs. Weasley cried angrily, but her voice softened just a little by the end.

"We're sorry, Mum." Ron mumbled.

Mrs. Weasley huffed. Then she added before she turned to leave. "I want this room fixed right! Do you hear me? Not one splinter out of place! Then come downstairs. I'll have my healer's bag ready and I'll fix you two up, before your father gets home!"

The sound of Mrs. Weasley going down the stairs couldn't be heard any longer before anyone made a sound.

Ginny crossed her arms and glared at the two wizards. "What were you thinking? Fighting like that?"

"Stow it Ginny!" Ron growled as he turned and started to work at repairing his bed better.

"At least when my other brothers fought they had the common sense to do it outside!" Ginny said icily.

Harry looked away from his angry girlfriend and stared at the dresser wondering what wasn't right about it.

"What were you fighting for anyway? Fighting never solves anything!"

"You're a girl. You wouldn't understand. Besides you've jinxed loads of people who have made you mad!" Ron snapped as he tried to get the headboard just right.

"Of course I have. But I've never lowered myself to something as barbaric as trying to beat my best friend to a pulp!" Turning on her heel, Ginny left, muttering, "Boys!" and leaving the two wizards alone to finish putting the room back together.

Ten minutes later when Ron and Harry came downstairs they found Ginny and Mrs. Weasley bustling around the kitchen. Several potion bottles sat on the table and a book was lying open near a cauldron that was gently bubbling.

"Sit!" Mrs. Weasley ordered and she began to examine Harry, waving her wand slowly over him and tsking. "Your nose is broken and so is your hand plus a few cuts here and there. I can fix your nose no problem but maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey about your hand. I'd hate to heal it not quite right."

"No. You please fix it Mrs. Weasley, if you can." Harry said earnestly.

"Very well. I have had quite a bit of experience. Six boys tend to get themselves into a lot of trouble at times." Mrs. Weasley muttered as she waved her wand.

Harry felt his nose straighten with a small pop. He had to grit his teeth not to make a sound but when his bones in his hand realigned he couldn't quite say the same.

When Mrs. Weasley was finished fixing up Ron she handed them each a cup full of potion from the cauldron. "This will help with the bruising which I'm not sure that I should help with. Maybe a little discomfort for a few days would do you two good! However, it will also help heal any tiny fractures that I might have missed."

Taylor finally came to, shaking from the cold and the after effects of the multiple Cruciatus Curses she had endured. The dungeon was just as black, but she could feel a warm body beside her and Hermione's hesitant voice when she spoke.

"Taylor? Are you awake? How are you feeling? Are you okay? Please speak to me."

"Yeah I'm awake. How long have I been out?" Taylor's voice was scratchy, she was really thirsty.

"I don't know. There is no way of knowing down here. It's felt like hours."

Taylor pushed herself up into a sitting position, groaning as her stiff muscles protested the movement. Hermione's hand touched Taylor's arm and moved up to her shoulder before Hermione wrapped her arms around the younger witch and hugged her.

"I've been so afraid that you were hurt badly and I couldn't see it."

Taylor cleared her throat and awkwardly returned the hug. "Sorry. I'm fine. Though I don't relish the idea of repeating that again. We need to figure out a way out of here."

"I don't see how. We don't have our wands and the door is most likely charmed shut. Even if we did get it open, who knows how many Death Eaters there are upstairs."

Gently Taylor pushed Hermione's arms away from her and stood up. Staggering and feeling a little disorientated from the lack of vision. With her hands out she walked forward cautiously.

"Taylor? What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see if I can find the door." Taylor answered as her fingers made contact with a rough, cold surface. After feeling around a bit, Taylor surmised that it was a stone wall, and she began feeling her way along it.

"Taylor? What did you find? The door?" Hermione asked sounding a little frightened.

"No, just a stone wall. I'm going to follow it to the right to see if I find anything. Keep talking. So maybe I can get an idea how big this room is."

"You call this a room? I'd call it a cell myself. I wish there was a way so that we could at least see! I hate not even being able to see!"

"Yeah, that would be a big help." Taylor said as her searching fingers found a smoother surface. She'd found the door. She explored it carefully, finally deciding that there was no door handle. It must be bolted or sealed shut from the outside she thought, saying as much.

"If only we had a wand, or even a few potion ingredients I could brew a fire."

Taylor moved on past the door but it didn't take her long to get back to the door again. The cell wasn't a large one.

Taylor joined Hermione on the floor again and the two talked for a long while, about different things, anything to take their minds off their current situation.

"Remember the start of third year? When Harry blew up his aunt? I thought he was going to be in so much trouble and you and Ron couldn't stop laughing? You both thought it was a big joke!" Hermione said, a little huffily at the inappropriate behavior of the two of them.

"Hermione! That's it!" Taylor said excitedly.

"What's it? A big joke?" Hermione asked confused.

"No! Harry blew up his aunt! He performed wandless magic!" Taylor stood up and began to cautiously pace, careful not to step on her friend or run into the walls.

"Yeah… but that was an accident. Totally uncontrollable. He could have just as easily blown up the house!" Hermione pointed out.

"Yeah, but it was wandless! Don't you see? That's how we can get out of here!" Taylor said excitedly as she began to think.

"But we can't do wandless magic! Have you ever done it? It's impossible."

"No, Hermione it isn't! Little kids do it all the time. Didn't you make anything happen that you couldn't explain when you were little? I'm sure that is how the Ministry finds muggle borns." Taylor explained as she started to search her memory for any such thing that she had done.

"But we aren't little kids. We are witches."

"But if we could do it once we can do it again! We might not be able to control it, but… if we can… We have to a least try!" Taylor said with conviction. Stopping by the wall, Taylor thought about what would cause her to lose control.

Slowly like molten lava coursing through her veins Taylor could feel herself getting close as she focused on the mental picture of her brother, all alone, being forced to kneel in front of Death Eaters defeated and broken.

A pop sounded loudly in the stone cell, Hermione gave a startled cry as tiny points of light exploded over where Taylor was standing.

Breathing hard, Taylor grinned in the dark as Hermione's voice sounded accusing.

"What did you do? You scared the life out of me! You could have at least warned me!"

"Well that answers that question! We are still capable of wandless magic. Now we will just have to work on controlling it a little."

Hermione huffed, but she began questioning the other witch about what had just happened.

A/N Well there you have it... So what did you think? I know another cliffhanger type of chapter. I am sorry but until we get past this sequence of events they are going to end like this... I had to end the chapters somewhere! ;) Besides I will update again soon. Do you know I have posted 18 chapters in the last 40 days? That is rather impressive I think anyway! LOL! And we are NOT half way through this story yet! Hopefully this doesn't scare anyone away! What did you think of the fight between Ron and Harry? I could see Ron reacting like that and Harry just looseing it! And poor Hermione and Taylor... they are in a really tight spot! I have read a few fanfic story's about wandless magic... but I think the way it is used in my story keeps inline with the Potter-verse. Let me know what you think!

Thank you for reading this far! WOW over 160 000 words! As well Thank you for those who have Alerted and Favorited this story! It warms my heart and makes all the research and editing worth it! And of course a HUGE THANK YOU to those of you who take the time to leave a review! You guys really make my day! Plus make me want to update again sooner! Of course my thank you paragragh wouldn't be complete without saying THANK YOU to my wonderful, understanding, helpful and tireless bata barbc! She truely makes this story readable and realitely mistake free!(see my A/N and you will see what she has to put up with! LOL!)

Well until next time, cytpotter