AN: Come on guys, review please! I'm throwing another chapter up as incentive. :) Enjoy! And as promised, Harry, Jenny and Ron are in this one.

Chapter Six

Turmoil. Her thoughts were in turmoil. The prisoners' words were getting to her. She should just shrug it off. They were trying to get to her after all. Trying to make her remember. Selfish is what it was. They wanted to force her to become this woman they had lost. Well too bad. She knew exactly who she was! She was Rose Merope Riddle! Except…except she'd remembered the woman's name. And she'd dreamed about the twin.

She surged to her feet and headed out into the manor, searching for someone to hurt. She came across Draco instead, who was practically being groped by Pansy Parkenson. "I do not recall inviting you to visit," she drawled and both of them snapped their heads up to look at her. Rose expected to feel jealous, even angry, that another woman was touching Draco, or even that he seemed to enjoy her touching him. But she didn't feel anything other than annoyed at the pug faced girl. Pug-faced. Ha!

"Just who are you supposed to be?" Pansy asked, glaring at her.

"Pansy, you've met the Queen before. In school. Remember." He stressed the word and Pansy's eyes widened before she held out a hesitant hand to Rose. Rose sneered at it.

"I have need of you, Draco. Get rid of your pet and attend to me when it's gone." She turned toward the parlor, ignoring the outrage from the ugly girl and the whispers from Draco. Why hadn't Pansy remembered her? Everyone in Slytherin had practically worshipped her while she was in school. She remembered it well.

You're too smart not to question all that is wrong around you.

She shook her head and began pacing before the fire her father was so found of. When Draco entered, alone, she turned to him and he took a step back. She wondered, for a moment, what he was seeing in her eyes that had concerned him. "Did I always look like this?" she asked after a moment's hesitation.

Draco visible gulped. "Rose, whatever do you mean?"

He knew something. He was only ever nervous before her when she was displaying power. Until now, he'd been at ease with her when she wasn't. "What do you know?" Her shoulder's straightened and she rose to her full height. She was impressed when he didn't take another step back.

"Where is this coming from? Why would you have looked different than you do?"

"Why didn't Pansy recognize me?" She asked instead. He tensed again and she could see him racking his brain for an excuse. "Don't bother," she spat. "You're a horrible liar. It makes sense doesn't it? No one recognizes me now because I looked different before."

Draco chose to finally shrug, apparently not seeing anyway out of the truth. "You used to have curly hair," he offered. "Really curly. You hated it though. So you changed it to this. Right after your father returned. Is this left over from the accident?"

The accident. She lifted a hand to the back of her head unconsciously as she pondered this new information. It would explain why Pansy hadn't recognized her immediately. She'd changed her hair after Hogwarts, when her father had returned. But why didn't she remember it. "Has someone tampered with my memory?" She demanded, taking a step toward him.

"Who here has the power to do that, my Queen? It must be left over from the fall."

Who in deed. Severus could. Before she could demand to know where Snape was the room was filled with a high scream she'd heard many times before and her father appeared, snarling and spitting as he flung whatever he'd been holding into the flames. Immediately every Death Eater in the building appeared in the room, dropping to one knee and Rose turned to watch her father as he began pacing.

"How goes the search, Father?" she asked and he stopped, surprised, before regarding her.

"Fruitless," he spat. "Still. I am no closer to either Potter or my prize." He resumed pacing angrily as Snape stepped up to address him.

"Perhaps we should send out the snatchers. They are eager for money. Release the names of blood-traitors and Muggle-born witches and wizards and let the Snatchers catch them for us. Maybe one of them will be lucky and catch Potter."

Voldemort paused and turned to face Snape full on. "Fine." He said after a moment. "Release the lists. And offer whatever reward you think will entice them. I can't be bothered with it."

Rose watched as Snape slipped into the hall and, with a glance at her father, followed him. He wasn't getting away that soon! She caught him after he'd released owls carrying the lists and he turned from the window to stare down at her. "You're troubled," he said calmly, "have the prisoners said something to upset you?"

"Odd, that you should jump to that conclusion first," she answered, leaning back against the wall. "They suggest my memory may have been tampered with. I find they may be right."

"Oh?" he asked, completely unconcerned. She almost stamped her foot in frustration. Almost.

"Pansy Parkinson was here today. She didn't remember me until after prompting from Draco. After the fall, it took so long for people to recognize me, I wondered why. Draco tells me I changed my hair from curly to straight. Apparently it bothered me."

"You hated it," Snape agreed carefully.

"I have no memory of ever disliking my hair. Nor changing it. Draco thinks it could be left over from the accident. But you said I was fine. Then I thought, maybe someone had tampered with my memory. But it's such an insignificant detail, why bother? What did it matter if I remembered changing my hair or not?"

She was surprised to see a small smile twitch at the bottom of his lips. It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. "Draco is probably right. I imagine the memory will return with time." He stepped forward to move past her and she let him get to the door before she addressed him again.

"Why do the prisoners believe I am someone else? Not just that I used to look different. But I used to be different."

He didn't so much as flinch as he turned to raise an eyebrow at her. "I have no idea." He answered and then turned and continued out of the room. She screamed out her frustration and shattered most of the vases in the room before finally calming enough to leave herself. They were keeping things from her. All of them. And she'd figure it out if it were the last thing she did!

RMR

After the lists were released, prisoners began arriving almost steadily. First was Luna Lovegood, who took one look at Fred and said simply, "She'll remember." They had all been stunned but she wouldn't elaborate or even acknowledge that she'd said it. Then Dean Thomas had been captured, with news that the Death Eaters had tried attacking Harry, Ron and Jenny at the Lovegood residence but they had slipped away. There had also been an incident at the Ministry where, again, they had escaped but no one knew why they'd been there or what they had done.

"No wonder no ones been down here to torture us," Fred laughed, "they've got their hands full with Harry and Jenny and Ron."

Molly was ringing her hands in the corner, trying to get information about her children and husband out of any of the prisoners who were brought in. Only they five remained constant. Molly, the twins, Luna and Dean. Others came in but either died of injuries the five couldn't heal in time or were drug out for torture for information and died then. The snatchers were getting reckless, and more and more of the prisoners had been captured with such force that they didn't survive.

They'd gone two days straight without food, and almost a month without seeing Rose or any other torturer if the nicks in the wall they'd been keeping were any judge. They were all week, dehydrated, and starving. But no matter how loud they yelled. No one ever appeared.

It was the morning of the third day without food when the door to the dungeon opened and the smell of food wafted to them. They were all on their feet in minutes, reaching through the bars for the jugs of water offered them by masked Death Eaters. The tray was slid under the cage and they picked up the bowls of soup and bread without complaint. They were so intent on the food and drink, they didn't realize the Death Eaters were not alone until she spoke.

"How long have you been without food?"

Fred nearly dropped his bowl in surprise. He looked over at the gate and was surprised by the woman standing there. Her blue eyes looked dull, and her hair was slightly frizzy. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked to have lost weight she couldn't afford to lose to begin with. "Three days," Molly answered for them. Fred couldn't seem to dislodge the lump in his throat to respond, or even continue eating.

She leaned against the wall and made no move to exit when the other Death Eaters did. She just watched them all silently as they ate. Finally, when they had all finished and passed the tray back through the entrance, which she sealed with a wave of her hand, they turned their attention completely to her.

"How goes the hunt for our fearless leader?" George asked, sitting down on the stone next to Dean who looked like his eyes were bugging out of his head. Ah, he'd recognized her as well.

"Fruitless" she whispered, her eyes on Fred. "You're siblings have proved much harder to capture than you were."

"We weren't exactly hiding," George pointed out but she didn't respond. Fred wished there was more light in the blasted dungeon. Something was off with her.

"Did you know me?" she asked Dean suddenly, "at Hogwarts? Do you recall the few years I spent there?"

Dean looked at them for help but the boys didn't know what to offer him. "Aye," he said at last.

She nodded. "There seem to be many who remember me from Hogwarts. Just not as I am."

Fred was shocked. Why was she telling them this? And what was she talking about? "The prisoners?" he asked slowly and she nodded. Some of them were recognizing her. And if they recognized her they would have called her Hermione. Too many of them and she'd get suspicious.

"This woman that you believe I am," she said slowly, turning her head back to Fred. "Who was she?"

Hope. His entire chest hurt with it. He swallowed down the giddy feeling he had and searched for a way to describe the woman he loved. "Brilliant." He said after a moment.

"Brightest Witch of our Age," Dean added and Fred glanced at him with a nod, appreciating the help.

"You said that before," she murmured. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the stone. She looked exhausted. He fought the urge to step closer to her. To comfort her. She wasn't Hermione. Not yet.

"She was kind to everyone she met," Lune said in that odd voice of hers, all of them watching for the anger that usual came with mentioning the woman they believed her to be. If she hadn't been standing upright, he might think her asleep for as calm as she was.

"She started this group to free House-elves," George said with affection in his voice.

"Spew!" Dean laughed.

"S.P.E.W." Rose whispered and they all drew in a deep breath together. But she didn't move, and she didn't open her eyes.

"She had curly brown hair, and wisdom in her eyes long beyond her youth," Molly said quietly. "Wouldn't hurt a fly and always willing to help."

"And brave," Luna added.

"Aye, she battled old Moldy Shorts with Harry all…"

Her eyes snapped open and she shoved off the wall, bringing her wand to bear on Dean. Too far. They all took a step back as she glared at him. "I am not this person." She snapped. But she didn't sound half as sure as she had a month ago. "Whoever that person was is dead."

"Then why are you here?" Fred asked, "We're hardly the kind of company you like. We prefer not torturing people."

Her eyes met his and he saw confusion and hurt in their depths. So much despair. She was warring with herself then. Remembering enough to question but clinging to the lies those around her had told her. That's what had been hounding her.

"How do you know Voldemort took down the protective wards before he left the house that night?" she asked quietly and all eyes turned to Molly.

"We'd been searching for it through the entire war. Suddenly, it just appeared. We were mere blocks away from it. We felt, at the time, it had been pure luck. But later we came to believe that perhaps he had abandoned the woman and child."

She lowered her wand and faced Molly completely. "What happened to the baby?" she whispered.

Molly took a deep breath and explained gently, "By the time I arrived, long behind the others, Dumbledore had you." At her glare, she amended, "the baby. He said he'd taken her from Snape who was worried that Voldemort would kill her after the way he'd abandoned them both. Something having to do with a prophecy. Dumbledore took her and gave her to a family who couldn't have children of their own. I thought they were wizards but I know now they were Muggles."

"Why let Snape live?" she asked. "When you're people murdered my mother. Why let Snape live?"

"You'd have to have asked Dumbeldore," she said. "No one told me." It was a lie and they all knew it, but they couldn't tell her Snape was a traitor until they knew where she stood.

"Snape raised me," she said quietly, but there was no malice or anger behind the words. They were almost emotionless. "I grew up with him in his home in London, visited often by Andromeda and her daughter Tonks and Draco and his parents. I was in Slitherin in Hogwarts until my father returned in my forth year when he gathered me up and brought me back here to be at his side."

"Why don't you believe it?" Molly asked, just as quietly.

"No one remembers me from school," Rose answered her, never looking at the others in the cell. "Draco's memories of me are completely sealed off and he doesn't have that kind of power. Prisoners seem to believe I am this woman you say I am and beg me for their lives, positive that I will come to their aid and horrified when I don't."

She took a step toward the bars, toward Molly and it took Fred a moment to realize she was connecting with the older woman. She always had thought of Molly as a mother and it pleased him greatly. She shrugged out of her cloak and whispered, "Lumos" they all gasped as her arms were revealed, blue and purple and black in places with lines tracing through the bruising. It was spell work if they'd ever seen it. "I don't have memories of him hurting me before," she whispered, eyes wide and staring at Molly.

"My poor child," Molly gasped, her hands reaching to wrap around the bars as close as she could get to Rose. "What has he done to you?"

"That's what I want to know," Rose said darkly and drew the robe back on.

"I'm not this woman," she said quietly. "I only have flashes here and there of things I've done. Dreams with people in them I don't recognize and yet know. But I am his daughter. You've confirmed that. So where do the lies begin?" She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she turned and walked away.

RMR

Rose was standing in the large empty ball room, staring at a painting of Draco and his family. Her wand was dangling from her finger tips. She was so tired. She'd been running rampant trying to appease her father and help in anyway she could only to have him lash out at her when she failed to produce Potter, who he had made her sole responsibility while he searched for the Elder Wand. Every time Potter and his friends were sighted, they slipped through their fingers before she could even arrive. Frustrating wasn't even the word for it.

But he had become violent toward her. Never where anyone could see them. But often enough that she'd began to desperately search out ways to never be alone with him. Snape had noticed, and had silently been staying when it was just the two of them. During those times, he only lashed out verbally at her, before kissing the top of her head and sending her away. But when they were alone, and Snape no where to be found… she shivered involuntarily. He'd turned her into this monster, and now she wasn't good enough for him.

And the dreams. She'd dreamed of Fred most nights now. Dreams of dates in Hogsmead and Diagon Alley. Of sneaking into his room when they lived in the same house during the summers. Of when he first told her he loved her. The first dream she had where she didn't out right fight it, she'd been crying in it. Sitting on the steps to Hogwarts in a pink dress. She was pretty sure someone had been nasty to her at the Yule Ball. She could hear the music still coming from the ballroom. But, for whatever reason, she was outside, crying on the stairs.

She remembered the Yule Ball. Remembered dancing every dance with Draco. Remembered the feeling of joy she had had at the thought that soon her father would be returning. And yet, when she thought of her memories as Rose, she never felt the emotions attached to them. Not the way she felt longing whenever she remembered her dreams about Fred.

The woman from her dreams looked up as footsteps approached and wiped her eyes hastily as Fred came around the corner, his hair much longer than Rose had ever seen it in any of the dreams. He'd frowned at her when she'd tried to smile and asked her quietly, "What did he do?"

She'd nearly laughed at how well he knew her but shrugged instead. "I guess I wasn't his first choice," she said honestly and he'd scowled before holding out his arm to her.

"Hermione, the most beautiful girl at the ball, would you like to dance?" They'd danced in her dream for what felt like hours, in the hallway outside the ball. And right before she'd woken, he'd leaned his head down to her and whispered, "Ron's a git. You would always be first choice with me."

She knew from the other dreams she had that that had been the start of him trying to win her for himself. But she only had bits and pieces of the memories from it. She was beginning to question if her memories as Rose, or her dreams of this other woman were the true ones and she was surprised when she found herself wanting to believe the dreams. But why would Snape lie to her?

Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos as the shrieks of Bellatrix Lestrange echoed around the house. A moment later Bella came in, leading Draco and a group of Snatchers who had three people between them. "You will turn them over immediately and get out!" Bellatrix shrieked but they were paying her any mind.

"We wants our reward" one of them said and Rose turned fully to face the group who had not yet noticed her. Then her eyes landed on the sword clutched in Bella's grip.

"Get out." She hissed and all eyes turned to her. Immediately the Snatchers turned and left, without another complaint. Draco followed, motioning for the Death Eaters who moved to hand her the wands they'd collected and followed suit, leaving the three chained prisoners and Bellatrix alone.

"Where did you get this?" Bellatrix hissed and slapped the red-headed girl across the face. Rose felt anger as she looked over the group and stormed up to them, snatching the sword from Bella's grasp. Bella turned, irate but froze at the look on Rose's face.

"My Queen," she said, bowing her head, "I will discover how they got it. Just give me time…"

"You had one responsibility," Rose told her calmly. "Go see to it that my father's possession was not touched."

"But they…"

"I will deal with them. Go before I dispose of you and send someone better suited to the job in your stead," she snapped and Bella was gone in the blink of an eye.

The three standing before her, chained and wandless, looked resolutely at the floor. As if not looking up at her would save them somehow. She recognized the two red-heads easily enough. Probably because she had their family in the dungeon and knew the hair so well. The third looked to have been deformed in someway, but she recognized the curse and laughed outright.

"Oh my," she whispered, "who were we trying to hide?" The trio stiffened and shuffled closer to one another as she leveled her wand on him and undid the curse. She gasped as Harry Potter looked up at her.

"Potter," she said and staggered back as a wave of pain rushed through her skull.

"Mione?" Potter whispered and reached for her, despite the chains only to stop at the end of them. "Hermione!"

"Mione?" the others echoed but she couldn't focus on them, couldn't see anything past the rush of pain that was exploding behind her eyes. She hit the wall behind her and screamed as images began racing through her mind, some that she recognized from dreams and visions she'd been having and others she hadn't seen ever before. She clutched at her skull as they came and then just as suddenly was left alone in her own head.

Panting she looked at the group without really seeing them. She was shaking, and she lifted her hands to stare at them in absolute horror.

"Mione?" Potter whispered again, concern in his voice this time.

She lifted her head, blue eyes meeting his own green, and whispered, "Harry?"

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