Part 4 of More to The Story. It's about a family that are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love. Part 4 picks up after the final battle of The Battle of the Five Armies, with equal parts of books and movies with the crossovers. OC's and real characters.

Everyone is together, dwarves, humans, elves, witches, and wizards, either in Dale or in Erébor. However, Jordan's curse has finally take over and she has the hardest choice she will ever have to make: love for the dwarf she would spend the rest of her life with, or the life of her brother who is counting on her to rescue him.

I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Peter Jackson.

Chapter 4

Jordan ached all over. She felt like she fell down the mountain side of Erébor. Her head pounded, the right side of her face felt swollen, her skin was sticky from sweat and blood, and bruises colored her arms, legs, and abdomen. The curse was still showing the black marks, only they had faded some. There was no telling how long she had been unconscious. She recognized the basement, and she wondered how she got to the house. Trying to get comfortable on the floor, the shackles grazing her wrists cut her skin every time she moved.

The door unlocked and swung open so hard it dented the draw wall. Light spilled down the stairs and Jordan had to shield her eyes. She debated on whether to pretend to still be passed out on the floor. However, whoever was visiting her probably would not care. And she was right. As soon as Milhauke was close enough, he kicked her in the side to make sure she was awake. The air whooshed out of her lungs and the pain made her curl into a ball.

He was practically foaming at the mouth he was so angry. "Where is the key, Jordan?"

Once she was able to actually breath again, she sat up and only shrugged at him. After everything he had put her through, he must have been delusional to think she would just tell him what he wanted to know.

"Either you have it, or hid it somewhere. Where is it?"

Gone. Jordan signed knowing it would annoy him now that he didn't have her brother to translate for them.

He patience snapped. He kicked her in the stomach again, hearing a pop, and watching her wither in pain. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her, "Legilimence!"

Jordan felt the rush of him penetrating her mind again. He searched through her memories trying to find where the key could have ended up. When he saw her throw the key through the door, he finally lost all control. He forced her to relive the torture and death of her parents and every time he hurt Blair; wanting to make her slowly go insane.

Septimus rushed down the stairs because he heard loud scuffling and thought Milhauke was in trouble. He pulled his own wand out only to pause and watch. The only sounds Jordan made were from her flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water. The curse kept her from screaming, but her mouth and eyes showed her agony.

Milhauke kept it up for another full minute, wanting to make sure she understood the fragile line she teetered on. "I'll give you one more chance, Jordan. You can continue being uncooperative and die a miserable death. Or, you can join me and become someone who matters. What will it be?"

Jordan could only stare at the ceiling trying to breath normally. She was in a lot of pain before, now that was nothing. It hurt to breathe too heavily since she was sure she had a fractured rib. All she could do was scoff and roll her eyes for him to understand. She hated him, and there was no way he could mistake it for anything else. For good measure, she hawked a loogy and spit on him. Both Mihauke and Septimus flinched in disgust.

"Fine. So be it." Mihauke raised his wand one more time to end her existence.

"Wait, Master." Septimus grabbed his shoulder. "I thought you wanted to use her to kill the rest of the family. If you do it now, it will ruin your plans. You even mentioned adding her to the Inferi. If you kill her now, her body might be less effective depending on how long it will take to confront them. You should wait until you are ready to take them on, then put her to good use." This is not what he wanted to do with her. He only suggested this in order to buy more time. "And as tempting as it is, it also might be better to cease torturing her for now. You will want the body as lethal as possible."

Milhauke glared at his apprentice before he huffed and left the basement. Septimus stayed behind, waiting for the door to slam shut. When it was dark again, he lit the end of his wand and watched her. She stared back at him, hoping the challenge would make him uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It took me a long time to figure out what is so fascinating about you. At first, I thought is your unique appearance, or your talent for entertaining people. But I don't think that's quite right. Your curse has forced you to learn magic in a completely different way. You are nonverbal, which has made you more powerful than most witches and wizards. It has also helped you tap into magic most magical beings ignore about themselves. You are probably the most powerful witch of this generation."

Jordan mustered enough energy to sit up and carefully lean against the wall. She did not want to confirm anything he was discovering. She kept her face as unresponsive and board as possible.

"You must be hungry. You've been in this world for nearly twenty-four hours. I'll be back with some food for you."

She wanted to tell him don't bother, but she didn't want to actually talk to him. When he was gone, it took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the dark once again. She looked around the room for a distraction from the pain.

The basement was used for laundry and storage. Anything of value had been cleared out when her family helped pack up before they fled to Middle Earth. At the time, all she could think about was getting out of there, she forgot about the hidden safe in the stairwell. It was a hard choice to decided when she would open it. Septimus said he would be back with food. She did not want him or Milhauke to know about it, as it contained her mother's most complicated and dangerous potions. Jordan and Blair found it many years ago. They were so young, barely school age, and had no idea what most of them were. Their father caught them, and warned them never to open it again without their mother's permission.

It would take a lot of her focus and remaining energy to use wandless magic. Deciding it was now or never, Jordan calmed her nerves and willed her magic to flow through her. Alohomora. Nothing happened. She forgot her mother added a stronger enchantment. Cistem Aperio.

CLUNK!

Jordan froze. The loud noise would easily bring Milhauke or Septimus to investigate if they were still in the house. Many minutes passed and no one came and she felt safe enough to look through the dangerous potions. Looking down at the chains on her wrists and smiled. If she could get the tricky safe open, these shackles would be nothing. Alohomora. The clicked and fell right off. Scooting to the stairs, she picked through the potions.

Wow Mom! You really didn't hold back when you were brewing, she thought. There were so many different potions. Sienna was a talented, but careful potion maker. There was Veritaserum and the antidote, Age Potion, Barufflo's Brain Elixir, Polyjuice Potion and, What!? Her dad had smuggled some Kentucky Apple Pie Moonshine in there. That made her smile. The really good stuff too! If I had my bag, all of this would be going with me. Given the circumstances, she took a big swig of the moonshine and put it back in the safe.

Unfortunately, there was not much for her to use. The only thing that could be possible is the Polyjuice Potion, but she would have to get someone else's DNA. The only person that could probably work is Setpimus, and she did not want to get close enough to him again to rip out one of his hairs.

She almost shut the safe until she saw a dusty bottle hidden in the corner, Draught of Living Death. This could work. Did Mom make the antidote?

There was no time to check. She could hear footsteps scuffling around in the kitchen and guessed Setpimus would be returning soon. Carefully placing the bottle in her pocket, she quietly locked the safe and rechained herself to the wall. Just in time, as the apprentice descended the stairs carrying a tray of food.

He set the tray down just within her reach, "eat while it's still hot."

Jordan would not move. She did not want to get any closer to him than she had to. She was starving, but she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her vulnerable. She glared at him to leave.

"Not hungry?" He guessed, "good." He kneeled down to grab a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back. She tried to fight him off or loosen his grip the best she could. Her rib's screamed in protest of the moving around. Her fight seemed to only to thrill him more. He pulled harder, arching her back, forcing her body to press against his. With his other hand, he reached under her shirt, kneading her skin on her hip.

Jordan tried to wiggle free and managed to get him to let go of her hair. He easily outweighed her by fifty pounds and straddled her legs and sat on her. He ceased pawing at her bare skin and slammed both her arms to the ground next to her head. When he leaned down to bring his face close to hers, she bared her teeth.

Setpimus pulled back a little, "I see you like it rough. That pleases me greatly." He leaned down again intent to kiss her. "If you bite me, I'll bite you back."

She did not know what to do and froze. His lips grinded on hers, trying to get her to open her mouth. That was enough to shock her into action. She struggled through her agony from her ribs, fighting as hard as she could to get him off of her. He stunned her when he lifted her upper body and slammed her on the concrete floor. The back of her head smacked the ground and she ceased moving. His hand groped her skin, making his way up to cup her breast. His other hand unbuttoned her jeans.

"Spetimus! Where are you?" Milhauke's voice carried from somewhere else in the house. "I need you now!"

He growled into Jordan's ear. He ignored the command and continued his assault. He was able to get her jeans down enough to expose her underwear. Before he could completely remove them, Milhauke shouted again.

"Septimus! Septimus!" He must have been walking around the upstairs searching.

Frustrated, he sat up and rolled his eyes. "I'll be back soon for you, Jordan. And we can finish what we started." Septimus promised, then kissed her one more time before climbing off.

The only energy she had left she used to kick out at him when he stood. She caught his ankle and he tripped. He turned to slap her face when Mihauke practically screamed for him. He must not have wanted to make a commotion so he left her immediately. When he was gone, she pulled her pants back up and curled into a ball, silently weeping. She had never been assaulted like that before. She could deal with torture of her body and mind, or death even at the hand of Milhauke. But Septimus was intent to break her soul, leave her alive to be used as his personal toy and entertainment.

She wanted to die. Anything to escape all the torment. She had done what she set out to do. Blair was safe with their family, or so she hoped. Fili was safe inside the mountain with Kili and Thorin. There was nothing left for her to do.

Then she remembered Milhauke's other idea for her: to kill her, and use her body as an inferius to kill the rest of her family. There was no other option than the small vile of potion in her pocket. If she was able to thwart any further plans the sorcerer had for her, this would be her opportunity. Not wanting to risk anyone else she loved, she drank the potion and slipped the empty bottle back in her pocket. It seemed like time slowed way down, and soon she was dead asleep.