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Author: pottervader Story: Harry Potter and the Prophesied Six Rating: Teens Setting: AU Status: WIP Reviews: 9 Words: 374,905
Disclaimer: This story was made without any intention of profiting from it. Only the original characters and the plot are mine. The rest of it belongs to JKR. A/N: Here’s the next one, coming out just on time. Please review.
Supposedly, Pettigrew had been Kissed by a Dementor in Azkaban three years before after his recapture following his kidnapping of Ginny. James had got that information from Umbridge. If Nott was being truthful, then either Pettigrew had regained his soul from a Dementor, something considered impossible, or Umbridge had lied to James. Most likely, it was the latter, but they wouldn’t be able to find out the truth until Pettigrew was captured again. The New Marauders decided that night to give a little payback to Nott for his part in Rose’s kidnapping since no one had yet arrested him. They also decided to include Draco to punish him for his deception of Ti. Breakfast on Sunday morning started out normally. The New Marauders were already in the Great Hall when Malfoy arrived with Pansy Parkinson. Nott came in a few minutes later. Once he was seated, Harry made a slight motion with his hand under the table. There was a puff of smoke around Malfoy and Nott, drawing the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. When the smoke cleared, many people gasped which was followed by howls of laughter and jeering. Both Slytherins had grown large breasts and their hair had lengthened down to their waist. They were now dressed in silk, hot-pink knee-length sleeveless evening gowns with a low v-cut in the front and high-heeled shoes. Their faces were covered in heavy make-up. They had numerous gaudy gold necklaces around their necks, huge earrings on their ears and numerous rings with semiprecious stones on their fingers. As a final touch, on their heads were copies of the hideous vulture-topped hat Neville’s grandmother wore. The two Slytherins turned a fetching color of red as the rest of the students broke into laughter at their predicament. Harry and his friends joined in the laughter. Colin pulled out his camera and began taking pictures. Seeing that, the two Slytherins then ran out of the Great hall as fast as they could without tripping, being unused to their shoes. As he continued to laugh, Harry thought, “I just wish Rose was here to see that. Too bad it lasts only a few hours.” He felt a surge of anger pass through him as he thought about what Rose was going through. He felt Ginny take hold of one of his hands and begin stroking it slowly, calming him down. “Don’t worry, Harry. We’ll find her. I’m sure the Aurors are on their way to take Nott into custody. Your dad will get her location out of him.” “I hope so, Gin. I miss her.” “So do I, love. I’m sure the others feel the same, especially Neville.” Harry glanced at Neville who had stopped laughing and was now looking sad again, probably thinking the same thing as he was. He hoped they found Rose soon. ******* Rose felt miserable as she sat in her cell, her body aching all over and her mind foggy from lack of sleep. She had thought the worst pain she would ever feel was when Bellatrix Lestrange had hit her with the Cruciatus curse that December morning in Diagon Alley two years before. Now, she knew better. Having Voldemort cast it on her after she had broken out of his Imperius curse had been much, much worse. Her body had felt like it was on fire and it seemed to go on and on before she fainted from the pain. She awoke to find herself back in her cell afterwards, feeling very sore. Since then, she’d been dragged in front of Voldemort so many times she had lost count, with little rest in between. Each time, he had asked her to join him and each time she had refused, leading to another bout of torture with the Cruciatus. She didn’t know anymore what the day was or even if it was day or night. She was just so exhausted. Thankfully, they had not got physical with her and she got a bowl of the most awful porridge and a glass of water once a day so hunger and thirst weren’t so bad. She just hoped Harry and her dad rescued her soon. She didn’t know how long she could hold out or even retain her sanity. Then, as if to add to her despair, she heard the opening of the lock on the door of her cell. The door opened to reveal a lone Wizard in Death Eater robes without his mask, leering at her. It was Rabastan Lestrange. “You’ve become quite a beauty, my dear,” he said, “since we met in Diagon Alley two years ago. Yes, it was me and my brother who were with dear Bella when we came upon you and Tiberius that December morning.” “W-what do you want?” Rose asked, shrinking back against the wall. “Oh, just a little fun,” the Death Eater said. He laughed as he closed the door. “Y-your Dark Lord will not like it,” she said. Rabastan laughed again, twirling his wand. “He’s not here right now. He doesn’t have to know. After I’ve had my fun, a few healing spells and an Obliviate spell will make sure of that.” He started walking towards her. Rose flattened herself against the wall, unable to believe this was happening. She didn’t want her first time to be with a Death Eater in a stone cell. She wanted it to be with Neville, the one she loved, the one she wanted to marry some day. Rabastan came closer to her, a smirk on his face. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make it as good for you as it will be for me.” He slipped his robes off his shoulders then started stripping off his clothes. As she watched the Death Eater undress, Rose thought desperately how to get away from him. Her sleep-deprived mind struggled to come up with a solution. Come on, Rosie, you’re top of your classes, well, share it with Ginny actually, but you’re smart. Think. Then she remembered her training. Now down to his boxers, Lestrange pointed his wand at her and said, “Stupefy!” Rose quickly raised her hand while concentrating and whispered, “Protego!” A bluish shield formed in front of her, absorbing the stunner. Lestrange looked at her in shock. Before he could react, Rose extended her hand in his direction and whispered, “Stupefy!” The red spell hit the Death Eater, dropping him on the ground. Raising her hand again and concentrating, Rose Summoned Lestrange’s wand to her hand. It felt funny in her hand but at least it was better than having no wand. She felt a bit weak from doing wandless magic and didn’t want to pass out while still in this place. She pointed the wand at manacle on her left hand and said, “Alohamora!” The manacle fell off. She grinned and did the same thing to the manacles on her legs and right hand. Now that she was free, she got to her feet. A wave of dizziness hit her, forcing her to close her eyes and lean on the wall. It passed after a few seconds. Once she was steady on her feet, she slowly approached the unconscious Death Eater. Hot anger coursed through her as she thought about what the evil Wizard had wanted to do to her. She viciously kicked him between his legs twice, causing him to grunt but not awaken. “Incarcerous!” she said, causing ropes to wrap tightly around the man. She levitated him to the wall then she wrapped the manacles around his ankles. It was too bad she didn’t know how to do the Obliviate spell. Instead she muttered, “Battus mucous!” She grinned with satisfaction as giant bat bogeys grew out of his nose and started attacking his face, waking him up. Before he could scream, she stunned him again and put a Silencing charm and Notice-me-not charm around him. She then approached the door. She grinned when she found it unlocked. Opening it, she peeked into the corridor. Empty. Great, now to get out of here. A few minutes later, she was peeking out from behind the tapestry that covered the steel door of the dungeons. The corridor in front of her seemed empty. Now she had to find an exit. Going through her memory of the times she was brought to Voldemort, she couldn’t recall a door leading outside. Maybe if she found the kitchens. Surely there would be a door leading out. She slowly walked down the corridor, heading the opposite way from that she was usually taken down whenever Voldemort had her brought to him. The corridor led to a huge dining room with a very long ornately carved wooden table in the middle. Equally ornate chairs were evenly spread out along its length and a massive crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. Cabinets with fine china and silverware lined the walls. An opening at the other end led to another room. Just as she approached that opening, she heard footsteps. Flattening against the wall, she waited. Two men in Death Eater robes came into the dining room. Rose immediately Stunned the one farther away from her then lashed out against the other man’s arm with her open palm, causing him to drop his wand. A roundhouse kick followed by a karate chop against his neck dropped him to the floor. Rose saw a flash of red and immediately dropped down to the floor in a crouch, allowing the Stunner to fly over her head. She rolled forward into the next room and leaped over a sofa to land on its other side. Peeking around the side of the sofa, she saw a large man with feral features grinning as he aimed his wand at the sofa. She ducked back behind her cover as it took the brunt of a blasting hex. “Give it up, girly,” the man said, “There’s no way you’re getting out of here now.” Rose heard more footsteps, this time running, coming closer. “Greyback, what the bloody hell are you doing, blasting my furniture?” an arrogant, cold voice asked loudly. “Your pardon, Mr. Malfoy,” the man replied in a condescending manner, “but the Potter chit was getting away. She managed to disable Mulciber and McNair.” Rose grimaced. Now she knew where she was. Her problem remained the same, getting out. She wasn’t sure if she could out-duel two highly placed Death Eaters. She wasn’t as powerful as Harry or Ginny. Looking behind her, she saw that there were windows higher up in the wall but they were closed except for one near the ceiling. Nodding to herself, she decided that there was only one thing she could do. She concentrated and turned into her Animagus form, a falcon. She flapped her wings and soared upward toward the open window, ignoring the gasps and shouts coming from behind her. She shot out through the window. Outside the house, there was a large area of open ground but a copse of trees stood a hundred feet away. She flew toward them, not daring to look back. Once among the trees, she flew on until she lost sight of the house. Only then did she land on a branch of a tall tree. She waited for a few minutes before flying down to the ground where she reverted back to normal. Rose stood for a while with her back to the nearest tree, breathing heavily. Then she drew out her stolen wand. “Expecto Patronum!” she cried. A silver hawk appeared in front of her. She whispered her message to it and watched it fly off and vanish. She hoped Harry and the others got here soon. She didn’t know how long it would take for the Death Eaters to start looking for her and she didn’t want to be here when they did, especially with the feeling of weakness she was starting to have. She changed back into her Animagus form and headed deeper into the woods. ******* Harry tried to concentrate as he read his Charms textbook but couldn’t. All he could think about was Rose. They should have discovered something from Nott by now. Sirius and three Aurors had arrived at Hogwarts that same they of the prank on Nott and Malfoy, just as students were finishing lunch. They had the required papers to take Nott for questioning. Nott, now back to normal, had tried to flee but Sirius had hit him with a powerful Stunner that threw him against the wall and broke one of his legs. From the look on Sirius’ face, he had enjoyed doing that to the suspect kidnapper of his best friend’s daughter. Harry wished he could have done more to him. It was now past curfew but there was still no word whether Nott had revealed where Rose was. Harry was feeling restless and couldn’t sleep. He looked around at his friends, gathered around him in their usual place in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace. He knew they were as restless as he was, especially Neville. They were the only ones still awake in Gryffindor Tower. Suddenly, a silver hawk appeared in front of him and Rose’s voice came out of it. “Harry, I just escaped from Malfoy Manor. I’m in the forest outside it, in my Animagus form. Send help quickly. I don’t know how long I can hold out.” The hawk then faded. Harry’s friends got to their feet and drew closer to him. Harry saw Ti’s face become paler. “You'd better contact your dad, Harry,” Ginny said. Harry immediately pulled out his Marauder’s Mirror and whispered his father’s name. James’ face appeared moments later. “Harry, why are you contacting me so late? We’re still interrogating Nott Jr.” “Dad, Rose sent a Patronus message. She said she just escaped from Malfoy Manor and is hiding in the woods nearby, in her Animagus form. She needs help right away.” “Damn,” James cursed then he sighed. “We don’t know where Malfoy Manor is, son. It was one of the first places we thought of but the records of its location are missing so we decided to look at other possible areas. Maybe Ti can help us.” Harry looked up at Ti. “Ti, Dad said the record of Malfoy Manor’s location is missing. They don’t know where it is. Do you know where it is?” Ti sighed. “I just know the general area, Harry. I only remember that’s in Wiltshire. When Father disowned me, I forgot the exact location. I guess there may be some sort of spell on the manor that removes the memory of that from anyone disowned. I’m sorry I can’t help more, Harry. I want Rose back as much as you.” Harry sighed. “I know, Ti. Don’t worry. It’s not your fault.” He turned back to the Marauder’s Mirror and his father. “Sorry, Dad, all he know is that it’s somewhere in Wiltshire. He forgot its exact location when he was disowned by his father.” “What about Draco?” James asked. “I don’t think he’s been disowned by dear Lucius even after what happened last year. Of course, that makes him suspicious to me.” “I’m not so sure we should try him, Dad,” Harry said. “We don’t want the Death Eaters to know that Rose managed to contact us.” “Well then,” James said, “we’ll have to do this the hard way and search every wooded area in Wiltshire. Thanks for calling me, Harry, and no, we can handle this ourselves. Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” James’ face then faded from the mirror. Harry put his mirror away and looked up at his friends. “I wish he’d let us help.” Then Ti suddenly exclaimed, “Dobby!” Harry turned to him. “What about Dobby?” “Well, he was once a Malfoy house-elf so he knows exactly where Malfoy Manor is. As a house-elf, he wouldn’t be affected by the wards around the Manor. I read something about that a while back but most wizards don’t know that about house-elves since they aren’t interested in knowing about nonhuman magical folk. Anyway, he can take us to the exact area of the Manor,” Ti said excitedly. “Or even better, we can have him go to where Rose is, if we can have her call to him. I just have to tell Dobby to obey her when she calls him.” “That’s brilliant, Ti,” Hermione said, “I did find a nice book on house-elves in Potter Manor’s library that said that.” “So how do we have Rose call the little bugger?” Ron asked. “Ow! Hermione!” He rubbed his arm where Hermione had slapped him. “Language, Ronald,” Hermione said sternly. “Don’t call Dobby a ‘little bugger’.” Harry had to bit his inner cheek to keep from laughing at his best mate. Ginny didn’t bother controlling herself, laughing at her brother who just glared at her. Maggie answered Ron’s question. “Why not send her a Patronus message telling her to call on Dobby?” “Good idea, Maggie,” Ginny said. “Ti, do you think Dobby can bring Rose through the wards of Hogwarts?” “I’m not sure,” Ti said, “I guess I can ask him. Let me call him. Dobby!” Dobby appeared right in front of Ti. “Master Ti called Dobby?” the excitable house-elf asked. “Why did Master Ti call Dobby to Hogwarts?” Ti bent down so he was the same height as the house-elf. “I need your help, Dobby. You remember my friend, Rose Potter?” “Yes, Master Ti, I remember your friend, the sister of the great Harry Potter, from when she visited the Black family house many times two years ago,” the house-elf said. Harry, who was behind Dobby, turned red with embarrassment after hearing Dobby, who was still praising him four years after first meeting him. He felt Ginny’s hand squeezing his, giving him comfort. He sent his thanks to her through their bond. “She’s in trouble near Malfoy Manor,” Ti continued, “We’ll tell her to call you and you go find her. Can you bring her here to Hogwarts?” “Yes, Master Ti,” Dobby said, “Dobby can bring her here. Wizard wards do not affect house-elves but we can only bring one person at a time through them.” “That’s all right, Dobby,” Harry said. “I’m glad you can help us.” Dobby turned around and saw Harry for the first time. To Harry’s surprise and alarm, the house-elf leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Harry’s legs. “Dobby thanks the great Harry Potter for his kind words,” the diminutive creature said. “Err, right,” Harry said, patting Dobby awkwardly. “Um, so whose Patronus should be sent to Rose?” “I don’t think it should be you or me, love,” Ginny said. “Sorry, but the tiger Patronus we have may be seen by the Death Eaters and reveal Rose’s location to them.” “I’ll do it,” Hermione said. “My Patronus is small enough that it won’t be seen easily.” “All right, Hermione,” Harry said. “Tell Rose to call on Dobby so he can get her out.” Hermione drew her wand and said, “Expecto Patronum!” Her owl Patronus appeared in front of her and looked around for a threat. Hermione gave her instructions to it and the silvery owl flew off, disappearing a few feet from her. “One question though,” Maggie said, “will the Patronus recognize the recipient of its message if it’s in an Animagus form?” Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “I think so. I asked Professor Dumbledore once how the Patronus finds the recipient of a message and he said that it recognizes the magical signature of the recipient which is a bit like how an owl knows who to deliver a letter to. I think even in an Animagus form, the magical signature isn’t changed.” “I sure hope so,” Neville said. “If the Patronus can’t find Rose, it may take too long for the Order or Aurors to find her.” Suddenly, Dobby disappeared with a crack. A few tension-filled seconds later, he reappeared with Rose holding on to him. Her friends were shocked by her appearance. Her clothes were torn and filthy, as was she, with dried blood on her forehead, cheeks and neck. She wordlessly gave them a thin smile before pitching forward. Neville caught her before she hit the floor, gently lowering her to the floor. Harry and Ginny engulfed Dobby in a hug. “Thank you, Dobby,” Harry said. “You’re a life-saver.” Dobby had tears running down his cheeks. “Dobby is always happy to serve the great Harry Potter and his friends, especially Master Ti.” He disappeared with a crack. Harry turned to Neville. “Get her to the hospital wing quickly, Nev. I’ll contact my dad and tell him she’s safe.” Neville nodded, gently lifting Rose in his arms and headed out of Gryffindor Tower, followed by Hermione, Ron, Ti and Maggie. Ginny remained by Harry’s side. Harry pulled out his Marauder’s Mirror and activated it, calling his dad’s name. It took several seconds for James’ face to appear on the mirror. “Harry, what is it now? I’m trying to coordinate the teams looking for Rose in Wiltshire.” “Dad, we have Rose.” “What? Don’t tell me you went out there near Malfoy Manor when I told you to stay put in Hogwarts.” “No, Dad,” Harry said, feeling exasperated at his father. “Ti remembered that Dobby would remember where Malfoy Manor was since house-elves aren’t affected by wizarding magic and wards. We just sent a Patronus message to Rose to call him and he went to her, brinhing her back to our common room. Neville and the others took her to the hospital wing.” Harry’s voice turned somber. “She looks bad, Dad. She’s been tortured, probably the Cruciatus.” James swore violently, fury on his face, but calmed down after a few seconds. “All right, your mother and I will be there soon. Oh, good work, son.” James’ smiling face faded from the mirror. Ginny took Harry’s hand and squeezed it, giving him comfort. “She’ll be all right, Harry. She’s a tough girl. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to escape on her own.” “I know, Gin, but I can’t help thinking what would have happened to her if she didn’t. It was taking too long to find her.” “Don’t think about that. She’s safe again. We won’t let Tom get his hands on her again.” “No, we won’t. I’ll kill him first,” he vowed grimly. After a few more seconds, Ginny stood up and pulled him out of his seat. “Come on, love, let’s see how she is.” When they got to the hospital wing, they saw the others gathered outside the door to the hospital wing. Neville was pressing his face against the glass on the door, trying to look inside, his face a mixture of worry and anxiety. “Madam Pomfrey kicked us out while she examined Rose,” Maggie explained. Harry suddenly realized they haven’t told the Headmaster. “Oh, Merlin’s soggy underpants, we forgot to tell Dumbledore what happened.” “Not to worry, Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore’s voice came from down the corridor. “Madam Pomfrey called me while she was examining Miss Potter.” Harry looked up to see the aged wizard approaching them. With him were James and Lily. Harry rushed to his parents who hugged him. After a few more seconds, they released him. James turned to Ti. “Ti, I’m glad you thought of Dobby. It might have taken too long to find her otherwise. Thank you for helping to save my girl.” Ti blushed and said, “No need to thank me, Mr. Potter. She’s my friend. I’d do anything to help her.” Dumbledore moved to the door and opened it. “Come in all of you. I believe Poppy is done examining Rose.” As they entered the hospital wing, they saw Madam Pomfrey standing over a bed with an unconscious Rose lying in it. She was cleaned up and had been placed in one of the hospital gowns. Lily immediately sat down on the bed, taking hold of one of Rose’s hands. James stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Harry and the others stood at the foot of the bed. Seeing the look of longing on Neville’s face, Harry nudged him and pointed to Rose’s other side. After a few seconds of hesitation, Neville moved there and gingerly sat down; taking hold of Rose’s other hand. Lily gave him a teary smile. “How is she, Poppy?” James finally asked. Madam Pomfrey sighed before answering, “As well as can be expected, James. She’s been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse numerous times but probably for no longer than a minute or two. I’ve given her a few potions to deal with the after-effects of that curse. She was also hit with a few cutting curses. Fortunately, there doesn’t appear to have been any signs of physical violence on her. I’ve given her a Dreamless Sleep Potion so she could get some rest. I think she hasn’t had any real sleep since she was taken.” James’ face hardened. “That bastard tortured her. She probably refused to use her powers for him and he tortured her to break her will.” He knelt down beside Rose’s sleeping form and brushed a loose strand of her dark red hair from her face. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. He looked up and Harry was not surprised to see tears hovering on his father’s eyes. He felt a bit like crying himself, seeing his sister hurt like this. “I promised myself she’d never feel that curse again,” James said. “When Sirius saved her and Ti from Bellatrix and those two wizards in Diagon Alley two years ago, I vowed that I wouldn’t let them torture her with it again. I failed to keep my promise. My little girl had to go through that again, suffering even worse than that day.” He lowered his head ontp the bed and started to sob. Lily sat down on the floor beside her husband and took him in her arms, tears running down her cheeks as well. Harry felt uncomfortable as he watched his parents break down. He felt small arms encircle his waist. He turned to embrace Ginny and lay his head on top of hers, desperately seeking comfort from his soul mate. After an unknown amount of time, Harry looked up and was surprised to find that, aside from Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore hovering nearby, his parents and Ginny were the only ones in the hospital wing. His parents were now seated in chairs set beside Rose’s bed. “Harry,” his father said, “you and Ginny should go get some sleep. You have classes in the morning. We’ve already sent your friends back to the tower. Don’t worry. We’ll be right here. I’ll have Aurors standing guard outside the door and in here for as long as Rose is here.” James and Lily got up and gave them both a hug. “Good job with having Dobby get Rose, Harry,” James said, smiling for the first time that night. “I’m glad you lot didn’t go charging out there looking for her. It might have complicated things, not that you wouldn’t have succeeded. Now, I’d like it kept quiet that Dobby was the one who rescued Rose and brought her here. We don’t want people to know house-elves can come and go through Hogwarts’ wards. Certain people who own house-elves might use them for nefarious purposes. If anyone asks you, tell them that Rose escaped from her captors and several Aurors found her and brought her back.” “All right, Dad,” Harry said. “Good night, Mum.” “Good night, James, Lily,” Ginny said. Dumbledore accompanied the two Gryffindors back to the tower, walking in silence. When they reached the Fat Lady’s portrait, Dumbledore smiled. “Harry, I’m proud of what your group did tonight. The clever way you rescued Rose without directly involving yourselves shows that your capabilities go beyond magical power. Have a good night.” “Good night, sir,” the two said before climbing through the portrait hole into their empty common room. “What do you think he meant by that last bit, Gin?” Harry asked as they walked to the stairs. “I’m not sure, Harry,” Ginny said. “Maybe Hermione can explain it to us.” They kissed each other good night and climbed the stairs to their respective dormitories.
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