I do not know how long I am supposed to wait. I suppose that since I have no idea which of Blaise's many properties I am being kept inside if any, it could be longer than I anticipated. I decide to lie on the ground. If Blaise comes back first, I need him to think that I've given up. So, I spill some of the Ogden's on my jumper, and I swish it around in my mouth, before spitting it back into the bottle. If he comes back, I want him to think I've drunk through my sorrows.

I lie on the ground for quite some more time. My body is so very tired, but I do not dare sleep in case he returns. If there were windows, I might know if it is getting closer to the morning. Perhaps it has been longer.

The stairs above me creak. I do not stand up anymore.

Blaise walks down the stairs. I only glance at him out of the corner of my eye.

"I see you know how to cast a summoning charm," Blaise says. He rips the bottle out of my fingers. I watch him inspect the inside before he drinks from it. "Tell me, what else did you try?"

"Shove off," my voice is quiet. I roll over and squint as if the light from the dim oil lamp is so bright it hurts.

Blaise takes another sip.

"Tell me, what did you do?" he repeats. "I could pull it out of your head if I wanted to, you know. It could be my memory instead of yours. I think you would prefer talking though."

Even if I have bested him, I don't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Blaise sits on the ground next to me. The bottle of Ogden's rolls away on the ground. He grabs me by the neck and drags my head towards him. I choke and sputter, trying to claw his hands off of me.

"There's that fight," he says. His face is close to mine, his nose brushing mine. "You know, it's easier to touch a filthy mudblood like you when I'm drinking. Even having watched every time Draco touched you, I still don't understand how he fucked you. I suppose a hole is a hole to some, but I thought he had better standards."

I need my arms to keep myself propped up, or otherwise, his hands around my neck would choke me. If I was able to move, I might try to put my hands on his face. If he can barely stand to touch my skin, I wonder how he would react to my hands on his body.

"Why are you so fucking quiet? It's not..." he trails off. Then, he shoves me onto the ground. "What have you done?"

I do not say anything to him. I just want to close my eyes. I'm unsure of how tired I am.

There is a loud crack upstairs. Blaise stands up.

"What the fuck did you do?" his voice is heavy and hard.

He looks up the stairs and back at me. My wand is next to me on the ground. I cannot disarm him. He has proven way stronger than me. I hate him. I want him to hurt as I've hurt. You need to mean the Cruciatus Curse to use it.

"Obliviate," I say because that hurts even more than any torture.

My wand guides me, twisting in my hand. All I want is for him to lose the sound of the bang upstairs. It sounded like Draco apparating into here. Blaise stiffens. He looks at me, and he blinks a few times.

Then, he laughs, "are you going to hurt me? You are no match for me."

"I'm not afraid to make things messy," I say. I try to make my voice louder without causing suspicion. "Unlike you, I'm not a fucking coward who hides the bad things I've done."

"If you kill me, you're never going to get out of this room," Blaise seems annoyed, rather than antagonized. "Jane, you may be stupider than Marty, but I'm sorry to say that Marty was never bright in the first place."

"What are you going to do? Keep me in here forever?" I ask, nearly shouting. "You should be more afraid of me."

"The second I left you alone, the first thing you did was summon a bottle of fucking Ogden's to keep yourself company," Blaise rolls his eyes. "You know that you're too broken to fix."

A small pop erupts from behind Blaise, and I see a dark shadow. It's Draco. My face gives me away, and Blaise begins to turn, but Draco flicks his wand quicker. body flies away from me and bangs into the chair before colliding with the concrete wall. His body smashes into the ground. Blood pools beneath him and he doesn't move, but I can't tell if he's unconscious or dazed or dead or faking.

I turn to look back at Draco. He is on the stairs, his arm bracing his body against the wall. His face is pale, nearly green, and even from hear I can see a reflection of the sweat. Has he splinched himself?

Blaise doesn't stir, and Draco doesn't move. We stare at each other. I haven't seen him in around a week, and here he is in front of me. I can't go up the stairs.

"There's a containment charm," I manage.

Draco stumbles down the stairs. He collapses at the bottom, barely able to hold his head up. I am able to grab his arms and try to touch what little of him is inside the containment charm. He looks at me, before wrapping his arms around me, tackling me inside the containment charm. His fists pull at the fabric of my jumper, fists nearly pinching my skin as he grabs at me again and again, almost clawing, like I am the last raft in an ocean with tumultuous waters. I can feel his body shuddering.

"I thought I lost you again," he says, shaking his head. I hear a sob come out of his mouth. "I thought you were gone!"

"I'm here," I can feel my voice shaking. "I'm here. I'm still here."

Draco pulls himself up. He kisses me. He tastes like sweat. I kiss him back, feeling my body shake too. The last that I physically remember of him was when Blaise had transformed into him to upset me. This Draco is real. He is here, and I can feel myself nearly crying. I've done it. I'm free.

"It wasn't Theo," I pull back, because he has to understand. "It was Blaise the whole time. I couldn't let you send me to Canada. You can't go to Azkaban."

"You can never disappear again," Draco says. "You can't. I will confine you into the smallest of rooms if I have to. I will make ruins of England to keep you alive, damn the memories."

I kiss him again, hard. He is still trembling, and I cannot tell if it's from some injury I have yet to see, or if he is frightened, or both or even neither.

Blaise groans behind us. My body freezes. Perhaps my heart has even stopped. There is no number I could start counting. There is no body of water where I could run.

"Use the Patronus Charm to call Harry," the emotions slip out of Draco's voice. He is staring at Blaise behind me.

When I don't move, Draco leans back slightly. He reaches over, picking my wand up on the ground. He has one hand on my cheek and one still on my hand.

"Jane, please," he says.

I try to nod. I use this memory, "expect p-"

I hear magic crackle behind me and my wand soars out of my hand. Draco hits Blaise with another spell, and I hear the sound of his body folding, smashing against the floor again.

"Can you do it?" I ask as I go to get my wand. "I know you are tired, but it's hard for me to cast."

Draco looks at me, and then sighs, "I've never been able cast a patronus, corporeal or otherwise."

My eyes widen. I am more capable of a magical act than Draco.

"Tell Harry that we are at the Zabini manor south of Newcastle," Draco's voice is grave, almost hollow.

I nod. Using the same memory, the one of me in Draco's arms, safe once more, I summon the charm. I tell the beast to find Harry and relay the message which Draco had just shared.

"Grab his wand," Draco instructs.

I can't even look at Blaise. Draco can't stand though, so I walk over to the unconscious wizard and try not to look. My eyes only dart over once so I can snatch his wand from his tight grip. Draco offers a hand for it. He takes the ends in both of his hands and I watch as the wand begins to bend in his grip.

"Don't," I say, and Draco stops to look at me. I sigh, "he was the one who did the memory modification. He can fix it."

Draco nods. He puts the wand into his cloak. Then, he casts another spell at Blaise, and I hear some sound but I don't look.

"It was him," Draco's voice is quiet. "I'm assuming he didn't say why."

"No," I shake my head.

"He must have seen you in the manor that night," Draco says. "I didn't know he was even there. I suppose that he had no issue apparating inside; he was a welcomed guest, usually."

"Did he know about us?" I ask.

Draco peers at me, "I swear you had never spoken before. Zabini was always private and uninterested in everyone else. I never told him"

I move back to Draco, sitting down beside him. My head goes into the crook of his neck, trying to help support him and myself at the same time.

"He brought me here and didn't take my wand," I manage. "He thought I wouldn't have been able to get out or get help even with it. I sent the dragon to you though."

"Dragon?" Draco asks. I pull away to look at him. "Your patronus is a thestral, not a dragon."

"Thestral?" I ask, looking at him.

"They are winged horses," Draco explains. "Only people that have seen death are able to see them."

I look back over at Blaise. If I was in hiding for most of the war, I'm unsure who I would have seen die. Perhaps the death I saw was Marty's.

"I thought it was a woman that kidnapped me," I tell Draco. "Maybe Mandy Brocklehurst."

Draco chuckles, "she hated you. You weren't particularly fond of her in return."

"Then why would I have thought it was a woman?" I ask.

Draco blinks, looking at me, "you didn't like to talk about it. Aaron's ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend broke into your home in Brighton the summer before our fourth year. They hadn't expected you to be home from boarding school. You had to use magic to best them."

That was the memory I remember Blaise taking. When I was bound and begging to be let go, it was with Aaron's ex-girlfriend and not Blaise. I suppose I could have figured that I was talking about the woman in that memory, rather than the person who had taken me and altered my memory.

Blaise groans and Draco mutters another spell. I hear Blaise's muffled moans. He coughs, nearly choking on whatever Draco has used to gag him. So long as he doesn't actually suffocate, I do not care.

"I defeated him too," I say, nodding my head towards Blaise. "I did it."

Draco nods his head, "yeah Jane, you did."

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