Okay here's chapter 23! I hope you like it! Again, I'm sorry it's so short.

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*Chloe's POV*

I laid on Seth's bed with my head hidden under the pillow as I tried to block out the world around me. I heard the bedroom door opening and I slowly lifted my head to see Seth walking over to me. I sent him a small smile and sat up in the bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm okay." I replied.

"Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Could you call Hermione for me, I need to talk to her." I said, I honestly needed some time with my best friend, I hadn't seen her since my father died.

"Um... Well about that..." Said Seth as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly.

"Well, um... a few hours ago we found out that... Hermione and Paul were attacked and captured by death eaters." He said not looking directly at me.

"What?! And you didn't think to tell me until now?!" I yelled outraged.

"Well, after what happened with your dad I was worried about what you'd do!" Said Seth.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"We don't know. Harry and his friends are working on it. There's nothing we can do at the moment except wait." He replied.

"I can't believe this has happened." I said as I rested my head in my hands and began to cry.

"We'll find them, I know we will." Said Seth as he pulled me so that I was sitting on his lap. I buried my face in his chest and cried as he tried to sooth me.

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*Hermione's POV*

I groaned in pain when the death eater pushed me back into my cell in the dungeons after my fifth torture session. They still hadn't gotten any information out of myself or Paul which made Aro decide to make our torture sessions more frequent.

I tried to stand up off of the cold stone floor when suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and carried me over to the small bed in the corner of the room.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Asked Paul worriedly as he gently laid me down on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said.

I looked down at my body and saw that after being tortured my left leg had been slashed so my jeans had been torn and were covered in blood, my stomach and arms were covered in scars and I had a deep cut on my right temple which was bleeding.

"You don't look okay." He said as he stroked my cheek. I knew it was horrible for him to see me like this, whenever he came back from being tortured it would kill me to see him in such a bad state. But he always remained strong for me.

"You don't look too great either." I said as I tried to crack a small smile.

"Thanks I guess." He said before he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and wrapped his jacket around me.

We looked up when the door opened and Andrew walked in carrying a tray that had some bread and water on it. He placed the tray on the bed and gave us a smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Do I really need to answer that?" I replied as I gestured to my various wounds.

Andrew had been so nice to Paul and I over the past five days, Paul told me about the conversation they had on the first day here and about how I reminded Andrew about his daughter.

"Umm... Andrew? What's your daughter's name?" I asked.

"Kayla." He replied. I smiled when I realised who his daughter was.

"Kayla Lewis?" I asked.

"Yeah. Do you know her?" He asked.

"Yes, she was two years younger than me and she was in Gryffindor. I used to sit with her in the library at Hogwarts and helped her with her potions homework. She was a good friend." I replied.

Andrew smiled at me before his face turned serious. "I can't do this anymore." He mumbled.

"What?" Asked Paul.

"I've had enough of being a death eater, I'm going to help you escape." He said. Paul and I stared at him wide eyed.

"Really?" Asked Paul.

"Yes. I'll find your friends and I'll tell them where you are. Don't worry." He said and turned to leave.

"Wait." I said causing him to face me. "They won't believe you straight away, they'll think it's a trap. Find Harry, and give this to him from me." I said as I handed him the locket that had belonged to my mother. "He'll know that your telling the truth."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Said Andrew before he pocketed the locket and left the room.