Warning: this chapter is quite dark. There's a lot of torture, fighting, sadness and betrayal. Also, an eleven year old girl gets tortured. This is rated M for a reason!

Hi guys! I'm back with another chapter of YSAMP! Like you could read in the warning above, this chapter is not for young readers. It doesn't have smut, but a lot of fighting and hard scenes, so if you have a preference for softer chapters, I promise next time, it'll be very sweet and soft.

Anyway, enjoy!

"All right, people. Be silent, please. Everyone, hush!" Professor Trelawney said, but of course, no one listened as they were busy talking about their holidays. Amos Diggory, a boy from Hufflepuff, and we were talking about our presents when the bell rang. We said goodbye and went to our next classes.

"Oi, Evans!" someone yelled behind me. After turning around, I saw no one. Well, that was odd. I knew I wasn't the only student who had to go to the dungeons for potions, but apparently I was late, because no one was in the corridor. I shrugged and walked faster. I really was becoming paranoid.

When I rounded another corridor, a figure came out of the shadows and made me stop.

"Well. Well, well well," an unpleasant female voice said. I couldn't see her face, because of the hood on her head. "Isn't it very dangerous to be alone in the dungeons, Mudblood? Don't you know there are some lunatics walking this ground?"

"I guess you just proved that," I said, my fingers looking for my wand. I panicked when I didn't find it.

The person in front of me snapped her fingers, like she just realized something. "I almost forgot! You won't find your wand, since I asked Diggory to steal it from you."

"He wouldn't," I interjected, "Amos is a nice person. He wouldn't steal anything from anyone."

Her laugh echoed through the empty corridor. "People do crazy stuff when you cast an Imperio on them."

"What?" The colour drained from my face. "Who are you?"

"Oh, no. Where's the fun in telling you everything?" That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

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My head hurt when I opened my eyes. I noticed my hands and feet were tied to a hard surface, and blood flooded from a deep gash above my left eye. I was hanging. My feet didn't feel the ground, and my arms were above my head. My breathing got quicker and my heartbeat picked up pace.

Where the hell am I?

Just when my eyes got used to the dark, I heard a terrible, heartbreaking scream. I cut through my flesh and bones, into my soul and four one solid second, it was all I heard, thought, saw. It hurt even more than my head.

"Tell me what I want to know!" a voice hissed from a distance. "Do that and I will end this excruciating pain!" The words were followed by another terrible scream. From what I heard, it had to be a young girl, probably tied up just like me. What were they doing to her? Who were they? Where are we? How many of us are here? Who is us? I didn't know. I really, really didn't know and to be honest, I didn't want to know. The scream sounded again and I wished I could do something. Not minding the pain in my head, I started yanking on the ropes that tied me to the wall. It had to be the wall, since the surface beneath me was very rough and cold. It was stone. I had to admit, whoever tied me to this wall, knew what he was doing. I guessed it was done with magic. I yanked again, but the door opened, so I kept still and pretended I was still unconscious.

"Stupid girl," the person who had just walked in said. "You stupid, stupid girl." And then something happened. The ropes that tied my arms to the wall and my legs together loosened and fell to the ground. I kept pretending I was unconscious and fell to the ground, no matter how painful that was. "I know you're faking being unconscious, Evans."

It was a boy. The voice was very young, way younger than the woman in the hallway. However, I didn't move.

The boy sighed. "Fine. I won't help you to get out then." Still nothing. I tried to breath as little as possible. "What am I doing? You're older than me, you can make it on your own. Just follow the corridor. At the very end, there's a door. Open that door and you're free. Don't get caught. If you do, don't tell them I helped you to escape." Footsteps made clear the boy left the room and he pulled the door shut behind him, but he didn't lock it.

Who was that? Why did he do that? It didn't matter. I had a chance to get out of here. I ignored my pain and got on my feet. I made it to the door, but before I could open it, whistling and footsteps caught my attention. I hid behind the door, and grabbed a piece of wood I found on the ground. It wasn't very hard, but if I smacked the person who would walk in hard and on the right spot, I guess I could get them on the ground. Someone walked in. Broad shoulders, hair ended at the shoulders, taller than me: this was a man. I had one chance to hit him before he could pull out his wand and kill me, so I had to be ready. The person closed the door, looked at the wall I came from and cursed.

"What the –"

Before he could say another word, I brought down the piece of wood and smacked it against his temple which made a horrific sound. With a soft groan, he fell to the ground and stayed down. I threw the wood away and grabbed the person's wand. I had to know who kept me here, so I turned the heavy body on his back and took a step backwards when I saw I had knocked down Malfoy. I had a better idea now of who was keeping me hostage. There was a chance I fell in the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eathers. I shivered, when I heard Lucius groan, a sign of him waking up, but I cast a silent Petrificus Totalus, and he froze on the spot. It felt weird, holding Malfoy's wand, but it was the best I could get, so I put the feeling aside and walked outside the room. I locked the door behind me, so there was no chance Lucius could get out without help from the outside.

"Lumos," I whispered, and the end of my wand lit up. My stomach turned when I saw the corridor. At least a hundred wooden doors provided entrance to a room, I bet one like mine. It also meant people could get out whenever they wanted, catching me trying to sneak out. I had to be ready to fight, even though I never even cast a spell outside of school, let alone dueled in a magical battle. I swallowed my nerves, reminded myself of the fact that I was a Gryffindor and passed the first door. There were no torches, no light except from the wand I held in my hand and I almost screamed when I saw a skeleton looking at me with its dead eyes. What was this place? The tears started burning, but I removed them from my eyes and continued my slow pace. When I had passed the third door, another scream sounded. It looked like it had come from the door on my left. I sucked in a breath and kept walking.

"Help!" the little voice yelled and my heart broke. I was such a coward. Someone in there, a little girl perhaps, was in terrible pain and all I wanted was to get out of there! I wasn't worth the title of Gryffindor! I stretched my shoulders and turned around. There was no way I was letting these assholes hurt my people. I put my hand on the doorknob, but before I could open the door, the voice inside said.

"Scream all you want, girl. No one will hear you. No one will help you."

Oh, really?, I thought and I pulled the door open.

The little girl hung in the middle of the room from the ceiling, her feet just above the ground and her tears had drawn stripes in the blood. Bellatrix and Snape stood in front of her, both of them with their wands out. I disarmed Snape and shot a Full Body-Bind at Bellatrix, but I just missed her and it hit the wall. I freed the child from her ropes and shot another Full Body-Bind at Snape, this time hitting my target.

"How did you get out of your cell?" Bellatrix hissed at me. "No one gets out of there!"

I grinned. "I was lucky. But now, stop talking, I'm busy kicking your ass. Stupefy!"

"Protego!" she yelled, and the curses changed his route, now coming at me. I dodged it and sought shelter behind the door.

"Crucio!" she yelled, but I dove away just in time.

"Petrificus Totalus!" I yelled, and the spell took away some of her hair. "Colloshoo!" I screamed next, and it hit Bellatrix in the chest. I knew Bellatrix' shoes would be sticking at the floor, since Remus was the one who invented and taught me the spell, but obviously she didn't know what was going on.

She laughed when nothing happened. "Is that all you've got? You're pathetic!"

"And you're defeated," I gasped and I saw her expression change.

"Expelliarmus!" Her wand slipped from her hand, into mine, and she screamed. "Silencio!" I said before she could alert others I had escaped. To finish my victory, I hit her with a Full Body-Bind and she fell to the ground like Malfoy. I stood straight, wiped a strand of hair from my face and grinned. Victory felt good. I allowed myself to be proud of defeating a two year older Death Eather with a harmless jinx.

Sobbing brought me back to reality. The girl I had rescued lay on the floor, shivering from the cold ground she was lying on and moaning in pain.

I walked towards her, putting my hand on her back to sooth her, but she pulled back in fear.

"Hey, it's all right," I whispered, but she stared at me with big eyes. "I'm here to help you."

She was breathing fast and bleeding hard. "You – you saved me."

"Yeah, I did," I smiled and she relaxed a little bit. Blood dripped in her eye and she rubbed it away.

"Why?"

"It's something I do for innocent people."

"But I killed a man," she cried and I was taken aback for a second. She killed someone?

"I bet it was for a good reason," I said, "but now we have to get out of here, all right?"

She nodded and I got her to her feet. "Now, can you walk?"

"I can try," she responded with a weak voice. She tried to walk two steps, but she was too weak. But, yeah, what do you expect? She's probably eleven years old, hardly a first year at Hogwarts, and she had been tortured by two older people. I would be afraid, too. I was afraid.

"Hop on my back," I told her and slowly, she did what I asked her to do. I picked up the wands of Snape and Bellatrix, who were still unconscious. That didn't stop Bellatrix to look at me with the utmost loathing when I bent over her. "What's your name?" I asked the girl on my back when we made it out of the room and I locked the door with a triple spell. I threw the wands in the hallway.

"I – Ivy," she stammered and I could feel her shaking on my back. "Ivy June."

"Ivy," I repeated. "That's a beautiful name. I'm Lily Evans, nice to meet you."

"Thanks for saving me," she said and a smile tugged at my lips. I was pretty proud of myself, too. "I thought I was going to die."

"You're way to strong to die," I told her and she laughed softly in my ear.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We passed another door, and I made my wand shine again. I continued to lock every door we passed. We were almost there.

"Where did you get the hair thingy?" I heard Ivy ask. I remembered the emerald hairpin James had given me and a sting of sadness went through my heart. How would he handle my abduction? Was he looking for me? I didn't know how long I've been there, it could be two days, two weeks, or two hours.

"Lily?"

I shook my head to clear it. "Oh, sorry," I said. "I got it from my boyfriend, James."

"James Potter?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

"He's a friend of the family," she shrugged. "He told me he fancied you."

"Now did he?" This trip was becoming less hard with Ivy on my back. "When did he tell you that?"

"When we went there, two or three years ago. Before my parents –"

She didn't have to finish her sentence for me to understand what she meant. I decided not to push the matter any further. "Ivy, we're almost there, but there could happen some bad things on the way. You see that door in front of us?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I assume that's the exit," I told her, letting her slide off my back so I could look at her while I said this. "If something happens, or someone happens, I want you to hide until I clear the corridor from the people who assault us, and I want you to run the first chance you get. Am I clear?"

"What about you?" she asks, tears in her eyes, voice shaky. I can hear footsteps, and they sound close, so I know we don't have a lot of time anymore. "I'm not going to leave you!"

"I'll be fine," I said, glad my voice sounds so sure, while my insides are screaming I should run. But I know we wouldn't make it. They would kill us both. I needed to cause a distraction, so Ivy could escape. "You run when I tell you to run, all right?"

"But –"

"All right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now hide!" Before she did, the little girl threw her tiny arms around my neck and pulled me tight.

"Thanks for saving my life," she whispered and she kissed my cheek.

"Always," I answered and she disappears into the shadows. I started whispering. "Follow me in the shadows until we come to the corner of this corridor. I'll fight them, but when I say you have to run, you can't let me down. What house are you in at Hogwarts?"

"What's a Hogwarts?" she asked me and my heart broke when I realized she was a Muggle child. But how did she know James, then?

"Never mind," I replied. "Just be brave, all right."

"Of course."

We reach the end of the corridor, and I round the corner while Ivy stays in the shadows. I need to force my feet to keep standing when at least ten Death Eathers walk towards me, all with their wands drawn. I swallowed, but prepared to fight.

"Crucio!" one of them yelled, but I blocked it and I hit someone else with a stupefy. Then I got an idea. There hung at least seven skeletons at the wall. If I could get them down…

Without thinking, I yelled "Run!" to Ivy and cast a "Bombarda!" at the skeletons on the wall. With a gigantic bang the rust chains snapped and the skeletons fell onto the Death Eathers, causing them to struggle half a minute with the bones on their bodies. That gave Ivy the time to get out.

I heard a door open and I knew Ivy was safe outside. Next thing I knew I was hit with a stinging hex in my face, and I knew I would have a gash in my lip and a black eye, but I kept fighting. I petrified Death Eathers, killed others with levitating heavy pieces of stone, paralysed others.

I heard footsteps behind me.

"Lily!" Marlene shouted, but I got hit in my back with a stupefy and I fell to the ground. The last I saw were a pair of hazel eyes and untidy, jet black hair.

James. He found me.