Harry was trapped. He was pressed against a concrete wall, Wormtail in front of him, Snape on his right, and Lucius Malfoy on his left. His eyes darted frantically, searching for a way out. In a desperate attempt, he raised his wand, and managed to stupefy Wormtail. Malfoy and Snape were too quick for him however. In a single second they had him disarmed, and they closed the gap, so there was no where else for him to run.
"Well, well," said Malfoy, his tone as sinister as ever. "It looks like we'll be able to finally give the Dark Lord what he wants." Thick chords shot out of his wand and twisted themselves around Harry, until he was bound so tightly he could move neither left nor right. He fell to the ground, but felt himself being raised up again as Lucius levitated him with his wand.
Horror coursed through Harry's body. He was scared of the unknown horrors that awaited him, but his main concern was his two friends and allies, Ron and Hermione, who now lay unconscious on the floor.
As if his thoughts had been transmitted, Snape turned to the two figures on the ground.
"What should we do with the rats?" he said in a greasy voice.
"Kill them," came the simple, cold, and heartless answer.
Snape raised his wand.
"Avad…"
"Stupefy!"
Snape dropped his wand and fell to the ground.
"What the…" Malfoy turned and turned, looking for the mysterious caster. A blue light shot at him, and before he could stop it hit him on the chest, and he joined Snape on the floor. Harry felt the levitation spell break, and he fell to the ground hard, feeling as if every one of his bones were broken. He lay still, as soft footsteps approached him. They grew closer and closer, until Harry was able to stare directly into the face of his savior.
It was a girl.
In the dim light, Harry couldn't make out the details, but what he saw was a tall, slim girl, with shiny dark hair that fell past her shoulders in subtle waves. Her forehead held beads of sweat, but she was not panting like Harry. Holding her wand in front of her, she leaned over and cut through the ropes that were holding Harry prisoner. Harry sat up, massaging his wrists.
The girl spoke.
"Hello, Harry Potter." Her voice was cool and steady, with a certain calm and steeliness to it.
"Who are you?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
The girl stood up, then stretched out her hand. Harry took it, and saw that her arm was toned with muscle, with a few battle scars on it. Her grip was firm as she pulled him up.
"My name is Andrea Black," she told him. "I believe you knew my father."
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