"YOU'RE DEAD! I S-SAW PANSEY K-KILL YOU!" Romilda shrieked as she jumped out of the bed and backed away from the body of Neville Longbottom. He sauntered after her like a man strolling through in a park with an amused look on his face. His blood red eyes felt like they were peering into her soul.

"You really don't have any comprehension how the Killing Curse works do you, silly girl?" He asked her with a slight but evil sounding laugh that sent an icy chill down her spine. "And the old man calls this a school, pathetic."

When Romilda's back hit the wall behind her, she knew that she could not retreat any further. She closed her eyes and waited silently for death. All too soon she felt his wand travel over the flesh of her neck and down to her collar bone.

"H-how does it work then?" Romilda mustered her Gryffindor courage and opened her eyes, and asked in desperation to prolong her life as long as possible.

"Why not, there was a time that I in fact wanted to teach here. Other than today, have you ever seen someone after they have been hit with the Avada Kedavra?" he asked in a tone that seemed a little too close to McGonagall's for her liking.

"Yes, Professor Black showed us pictures in class," Romilda answered and was proud that she didn't stutter.

"Then you know the body remains undamaged," he continued as a sliver of respect formed for her nerve. She was terrified, that much was obvious, but she still met his eyes. That's my girl, flashed in his mind for the briefest of seconds before he banished it.

"Yes."

"So how does it kill them then?" Neville's body asked with a raised brow. The strange thought forgotten as swiftly as it came. The girl looked to be in deep thought for a few moments before her eyes widened, and she looked at him scandalized.

"It kills your soul," she gasped out.

"Close very close, it rips the soul from the body, to be more persisted. The wizards body cannot survive without the soul, however if a sliver of a soul remains, then death can be cheated of his prize." He almost answered with a smile. There was something about this girl that made him want to like her. He guessed some of Longbottom's residual feelings for her were not completely gone.

"So Pansy didn't take all your soul?" Romilda asked while she mentally put the pieces together.

"Oh, she took Longbottom's soul, but if just so happens that he had a spare," he chuckled then shook it off. This was starting to get annoying. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the raging hormones someone this age always had. It was counterproductive.

"You're Him, aren't you?" she asked inquisitively with more curiosity than fear in her voice. She figured if he wanted to kill her, he would have done it by now.

"Clever girl, I may have use for you yet," he answered honestly.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked just to make sure. He was, on some level, he-who-must-not-be-named after all.

"That depends on you my dear," He warned, but he was starting to suspect he wouldn't be able to, and it had nothing to do with the child growing in her. She could understand Parseltongue and he was sure the baby was the reason. It had more of him than Longbottom in it.

"I don't want to die," Romilda answered and her hand instinctively covered her stomach.

"Then follow, obey, and never fail me," he instructed sternly.

"Where are we going?"

"To reopen the Chamber of Secrets my dear."

Lily couldn't remembering waking up so refreshed, hopeful, and blissfully happy. A shocking surprise considering the emotional roller coaster ride she had yesterday. It could have been that her family was whole once more, or perhaps it was she and James took turns ravaging each other until the sun came up. Possibly it was just the overpowering contentment of sleeping in the arms of the man she had loved beyond sanity. In truth it was them all.

She had managed to get only four solid hours of sleep, but it was more than enough. She didn't want to wake James so she was content to just snuggle closer into him. Lazily she traced the Dark Mark that was on his forearm, reaching out with both her magic and Animagus acute senses to study it. So intent on solving the puzzle before her that she didn't notice James move until he kissed her temple. She smiled happily at the affectionate greeting before looking up at him and giving him a proper good morning kiss.

"Good morning, luv," James told her after their lips parted.

"No, my love, it's a glorious morning," Lily purred back at him with playful eyes, before going in for another and a much longer kiss. After they parted for the second time Lily snuggled back into him and her attention was once again drawn to the Dark Mark on his arm.

"Can you live with me being branded like this?" James asked almost afraid of what her answer would be.

"It's an illusion of some kind. It's not real," Lily answered looking up at him with a gaze that showed her absolute trust in him.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked thoroughly bewildered by her comment and faith in it.

"You don't smell like a Death Eater. This has Lestrange's magical signature on it. She must have placed it on you to make you believe you were one of them. I'll find away to dispel it if it's the last thing I do James," Lily reassured him, but the last part came out in a growl.

"Well, that psycho defiantly doesn't do anything half arsed, that's for bloody sure," James cursed under his breath. Lily flinched a little. She had only known a little of what that bitch had done to turn James against her. She had a feeling he had endured much worse at her hand. She was afraid to know just what, but she also knew her and James had to deal with this sooner or later, and she didn't want anything coming between them.

"Luv, I know what memory she forced you to watch. I swear it wasn't me. This horrid Slytherin wannabe Bootlicker nicked a hair off my robe one day. She used it to seduce Snape. I don't know how but she got some old hairs of mine and was trying to slander my name. Draco stopped her and Obliviated her memory. As far as I know that was the only memory that got away, but there may be more out there."

"That actually explains a lot. What a second, Draco, you mean Cissy's boy? I thought he was one of them?" James asked in confusion.

"He was, but he's changed. Harry and Sirius don't trust him, but their just being overprotective, thickheaded, gits again. He has more of Cissy in him than Lucius I promise you," Lily almost pleaded with James. If they could have see the way Draco eyes would light up when she told him stories about Cissy; you can't fake that.

"In case you haven't caught on by now, I trust you completely, and your judgment. If you say he's square, that's good enough for me. If anything I own him a debt," James reassured her as he ran his fingers through her silky red hair. Lily let out a sigh of relief and contentment. She fell a little more in love with him, if that was even possible.

"Thank you, James. Just what did you mean about that explaining a lot? I went mental when that bitch rubbed up against you. How did you not lose it watching Snape with someone that looked like me?" Lily's asked when her curiosity got the better of her.

"I'll say this for the girl, she had your voice and mannerisms down cold, but her performance was…flawed," James laughed out the end of his statement while shaking his head. He guessed no two women do that the same.

"Care to elaborate on that, my love?" Lily pushed with a raised brow and piercing gaze.

"She- well how do you say- didn't have all your sounds or facial expressions, especially when you're in- the heat of passion," James fumbled out knowing an explosion was coming. There was just no tactful way to say it.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU KNEW SHE WAS A FAKE BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T CUM LIKE ME!" Lily shrieked both offended and incredibly embarrassed by the whole situation. James was a little taken back by his wife's blunt outburst. Lily had changed over the years in more ways than he had thought. She wasn't quite as prim and proper as she once was. Not that it wasn't an unwelcome change, just a little surprising.

"Well- I wasn't going to put it that bluntly, but yeah," James answered and to his surprise his wife started to giggle, until she was rolling around on the bed holding her stomach and laughing harder than she had in years.

"I'm sorry, luv…too many years with… the mutt and Harry…my humor…been warped it seems," Lily managed to get out between fits of laughter. James felt a pang of jealousy for what he was denied, but her mirth was contagious and soon he was joining her laughing at the hilarity of it all. It took a bit but eventually they both settled down enough to continue.

"I suppose it's better to laugh about this then cry," James guessed with a shrug.

"I might later, but for now tell me what happened next," Lily requested with a slightly sad expression. James was curious what she had brewing in the back of her mind, but tabled it for now. He went into how he tricked Lestrange into not sleeping with him and how he got her to brag how she had brought him back from the dead. There were times she laughed at her husband's ingenuity, manipulation, and quick thinking. Other times she wanted to scream at what he endured. If it was the last thing she was going to do, it was to kill Lestrange. When James started to talk about their new future together that look came back on his wife's beautiful face. This time he wasn't going to let it go.

"Luv, what's going on? We've established that I know your looks. Talk to me," James pleaded with her. He saw her struggling with something. It showed in her incredible emerald eyes. Lily looked away knowing he was reading her. After the longest of minutes she let out a sign and looked back at him.

"I can't change what time and gravity has done to my body. One day you had a twenty year old wife with everything firm and fresh, and now I'm on the arse end of my thirties," Lily confessed knowing she was being vain and stupid, but she couldn't keep these fears out of her head.

"Lily Rose Potter you are just as beautiful and desirable as the day I married you!" James snapped indignantly at her. "Nobody insults my wife, not even you!"

"Your sweet but bias-"Lily started but was quickly cut off.

"And totally in love and lust, I might add, with this naked drop dead gorgeous redheaded sex kitten laying next to me," James interrupted her and to drive his point home he kissed her passionately before she could raise objections. Lily melted into him and basked in the truth of what he was telling her wordlessly. When their lips parted she found his eyes locked with hers and it felt like he peering into her soul. "If anything you have improved with age. You're stronger, more agile, and this is totally ravenous if me, but I love your Animagus endurance and assertiveness."

"That's because you're a randy prat," Lily answered with a chuckle and play slapped his chest before continuing on with a more worried tone. "But, I'm still an older woman with a younger man. We will be a walking talking cliché in public," Lilly signed out. There she had finally said it. She may have pretended that she didn't care about all those articles Rita Skeeter wrote about her. That they didn't matter, but they did hurt. She didn't care about what a bunch of pompous purebloods thought of her, but James was another story. That was what hurt her the most. That James name and memory was slandered by it.

"They would see that I was blissfully happy and jealous that I have you all to myself. They mean nothing to me, you mean everything," he told her and saw in her eyes and the way her body relaxed that he had gotten through to her. "Besides you have to look on the bright side of this." James added the last part with his mischievous grin.

"Oh, please enlighten me on the good side Mr. Potter?" Lily asked with her brow cocked playfully. He could never tell if it was a warning or a challenge, either way James always went for it just the same.

"We're both in out sexual prime and you have heat cycles to boot," James told her impishly before rolling on his back and putting his hands behind his head before adding. "For me It's like Christmas morning every day, luv."

"I forgot just how much of a randy bugger you can be," Lily laughed as she slapped him playfully on his chest again. In a fluid move James rolled on top of her and slid between her legs. Lily's breath hitched with shock and anticipation. She looked up at him and it wasn't hunger she saw in his eyes. She would never admit it to him, but she loved it when he looked at her like that.

"I will take an Aging Potion if you want. All that I care about is being with you for as long as this second life allows me," he confessed to her and Lily was overwhelmed by the purity of his heart's desire.

"Just love me, the rest of the world can just go suck it," Lily answered as she ran her fingers up his chest. Again she had ended her answer with one of her sons more colorful phrases. That little bugger had corrupted her.

"That's my girl," James said as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"What no foreplay?" Lily asked with her bottom lip puffed out. She may be willing, but a girl has to have her standards.

"Your wish is my command." James ginned impishly and the glint in his eyes excited her to no end.

"Good answerrrrrrrrrr! Bloody hell where did you learn that move! I DIDN'T SAY STOP!"

Pansy was franticly looking for Vane. Just as breakfast was ending Madame Bones, that Metamorphous Auror and at least a dozen or so of Hit-Wizards descended on Hogwarts. They claimed it was to investigate Astoria Greengrass' attack, but she noticed that they were only requesting to talk to girls that Longbottom had dealings with. This did not sit well with her. That wasn't the only thing that was off. Professor's Potter, Black, and Snape were not present at breakfast. Not that it was a requirement, just odd. She had noticed Dumbledore looking at the empty seats several times throughout the meal.

She was so tired last night that she decided to wait until this morning to inform her head of house of Longbottom's demise. Snape's absence could mean only one thing; he had been summoned by the Dark Lord. Harry and Emma Potter, Ginny Weasley, Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, and Romilda Vane were also absent. Neville was dead so she wasn't worried about that, but she had left Romilda in the Room of Requirement last night. Seeing as the DMLE were targeting Longbottoms past conquests, Vane was an obvious target as they had taken her too, that could ruin her plans. Her first order of business was to secure that troublesome girl before the Hit-Wizards did.

The absence of the three Potter's, Weasley, and Black was another area of concern for her. They were up to something she was sure of it. The Greengrass sister's absence was explained in the morning Daily Prophet. They home was attacked by Death Eaters and their father was killed. It was rumored that those Marauders had come to their aid and the dark forces losses were heavy and the use of Muggle weapons was the reason. Those bastards didn't even fight with honor, but she couldn't deny that their methods seemed very effective. She would have to research ways to defend herself against Muggle technology it would seem.

Where the hell was Draco? There was always a chance that he was with Snape, but that wasn't a good thing. Last she heard the Dark Lord was not pleased with the Malfoy's. She knew he was trying to make the Mudblood Professor trust him, but he was very tight lipped about the whole thing. Deciding there was nothing she could do about it right now, Pansy focused on what she could do, and that was to find that ruddy Gryffindor.

Dumbledore and Bones were in a heated discussion about her taking students in for questioning. The woman had all the legal paperwork to do so, and even the Headmaster knew he couldn't stop her. As usual he was just blowing out hot air to make himself seem more important than he really was. Since all eyes seemed to be on the ridicules scene, Pansy took the opportunity to slip out of the Great Hall, relatively unnoticed.

At a brisk walk she made her way to the seventh floor and found the door to the Room of Requirement was still there. That didn't set well with her, so she aired on the side of caution. Pansy first listened to the door and heard nothing coming from the room. She then chanced turning the doorknob and to her relief it opened. The room was just as she had left it with the minor exception that Vane and Longbottom's body weren't in there. She cautiously started to search the room. On the far wall there looked to be a very old looking spiral stairwell leading down. She looked back at the door leading into the room and with a swish of her wand casted a Locking Charm on it.

The stairs were steep and seemed to go down forever. Pansy was starting to wonder it lead to hell itself. After ten minutes of cautiously descending the staircase she at long last it came to a stop in a dimly lit cave. Pansy used a Lumos spell to brighten the area. She noticed two sets of foot falls in the dirt of the cave floor. Two sets of foot prints? Who the hell is with her? With a growing sense of dread Pansy followed the trail before her. The cave twisted and curved and in some places it was a tight fit to get through. Sever times the thought of turning back had crossed her mind, but her curiosity always made her feet continue on. Finally after what seemed like forever she came to a circular steel door with snakes engraved on it. It was open and she could see light coming from inside.

Pansy canceled her spell and carefully and quietly entered the room. She followed the path way between the statues of giant snake heads until she came upon the remains of a giant Basilisk. She was repulsed by it so she took no notice to the fact that several of its fangs were missing. Her eyes soon focused on the wall that had a head chiseled into it. The heads resemblance to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that was in her common room was uncanny. There was no denying that she had just stumbled onto the Chamber of Secrets.

There was a doorway where its open mouth was. This was too much for her. She knew that she shouldn't be here. Pansy could live without knowing the dark secrets of the founder of her house. She turned to leave to see her path was blocked by a large snake. It reeled up its head and the reptiles neck expanded. Pansy knew better to look a king cobra in its eyes. She backed away with one eye on it and her other looking for a way around it. She moved to the right and saw another large snake was blocking her way. A glance to the left show another reptile had joined the others.

They started to slither towards her and she continued to backup. Looking back over her shoulder she saw she was being herded to the doorway. They weren't attacking her, but she was sure that if she tried to escape they would. Seeing how her presence was obviously known and she had little choice, Pansy decided to at least met her fate like the proud Pureblood she was.

"FINE! You don't have to be so rude about it!" Pansy snapped at the snakes and with her head held high, she spun on her heels and marched towards the door and her most likely doom. The doorway lead to a hallway with several doors on either side. Only one was open with a light coming out of the room. She steeled herself and continued on and opened the door.

It was a ritual chamber that much she was sure of, and in the center of the room was a sacrificial alter. Lying on that alter was Romilda naked covered with runes painted in blood. She would not learn until later that it was in fact Basilisk blood. Pansy chanced a swift look around the room and saw no one else there. She quickly and silently as possible made her way to Romilda. Looking down on her she expected to see her bound and terrified. On the contrary, Vane looked calmly up at her with a relaxed in apprehensive gaze. The girl actually smiled if only slightly. Her eyes weren't glassed over so Pansy knew she wasn't under an Imperius Curse.

She took the time to look over the runes. She didn't recognize any of them and she was aces in Ancient Runes. That was most defiantly a bad sign. Moreover they seemed to focus towards Romilda's stomach, more specifically her bellybutton which had a glowing purple crystal. She could feel the magical power coming of it in pulsating waves.

"The Muggle's say that curiosity killed the cat, it's just your good fortune that you are a Witch, my dear." A voice hissed slowly behind her. Pansy's eyes widened and her pupils contracted in response. She knew that voice and it should be dead. She killed him herself. Her eyes bit by inching bit looked to her right fearful of what she would find looking back at her. She could feel him near her, but just out of sight. Little by little she turned her head until she met red eyes. "Why Pansy, you look as if someone walked over your grave." With those words he hissed out the prideful Slytherin lost control of her bladder.

Neville's body chuckled at the sight of the once so arrogant and vicious Pansy Parkinson pissing herself. He side stepped the girl frozen in fear and looked down at Romilda with an almost affectionate smile.

"You have done wonderfully my dear," he told her as he ran his hand over her hair. Romilda smiled up at him as he took the crystal off of her.

"Thank you master," she answered happily despite her fatigue.

"Go get some rest, your magical core needs to recharge," he ordered her and Romilda sat up and hopped off the alter casually as if she had just been examined by Madam Pomfrey. Her legs were a little wobbly but she recovered after a few seconds. Not bothering to cover up herself up in the slightest, she walked out of the ritual room to find a room with a bed in it. Once her was completely out of the room, red eyes met Pansy's brown ones and she swallowed hard.

"Longbottom had fallen in love with her. Otherwise I would have drained her magic completely," he said more to himself. It was annoying that he couldn't bring himself to kill her. It seemed in the boy's final days he had learned to love, and Longbottom's weakness was now infecting him as well. He desired the girl so he guessed she could entertain him until he could purge himself of these unwelcome feelings.

Parkinson was another dilemma that he found taxing as well. The darker side of him was intrigued by the girl. She was everything a Slytherin Witch should be. Ambitious, cunning, ruthless, and a nonexistent moral code, she reminded him of a young Bella. Like the other girl she was desirable but not to a point that he would be distracted by it.

"And what is my fate?" Pansy forced herself to ask. Draco had told her once about the Dark Lords red eyes and how he could peer into his soul. She didn't know how but he had taken over Longbottom's body. She watched as he raised a brow to her question. Taking the crystal in one hand he lifted his other arm to reveal a Vambrace made of red dragon scale. In one of many open slots on it he fastened in placed the focusing crystal.

Longbottom's magical core was average at best. Vanes was not much better, but with it in place on the dragon scale he could draw on it in a time of need. He would need more, much more too even attempt what he was planning. This girl would be vastly useful in collecting other donors, willing or not.

"You are a brilliant witch, Pansy, with a strong magical core and fiendishly delicious moral disregard. Your service to me will vastly different than that of Vane's. Potter has his whores and now I have mine. Let the games begin."

This wasn't the first time Sasha had woken up naked and shackled, and she certainly hoped it wouldn't be her last. With the proper partner it could be an extremely pleasurable escapade. Something told her that would not be the case now. Experience told her to keep her composure and take in her surrounding as shrewdly as possible. The longer she could keep her captors ignorant of her awareness the better.

Sasha stretched out her heightened Succubus senses to better assets her predicament. Through touch she could feel that her wrists were shackled and her hands were forced into fists. They were incased in some sticky substance. Clearly they didn't want her using her claws. She also felt a metal color around her neck, its purpose she did not know, but feared she soon would. Her wings were bound but not her tail. Obviously they had thought it was just for show, she would make then regret that misconception but the moment would have to be meticulous precise. Her feet were also unshackled but was barley touching the cold stone floor. That was both an advantage and encumbrance.

Through smell she could tell she was in a damp musky dungeon. The old repugnant odor of Death Eater lingered in the room. It was so weak that she barely caught it over the immense stench of werewolf, and if she was not mistaken the aroma of brandy. Digging deeper she also caught traces of old blood, and burning candles.

Switching to hearing she could listen to three hearts beating in the room. She had suspected that she was not alone from the off, and now she had confirmed it. Her heartbeat was slightly elevated and she forced herself to calm down. If either of them had heightened senses they would know she was awake. Sasha focused on the heart beats coming from across the room. One was strong and steady, while the other was more rapid, someone was unmistakably enjoying the view.

Sasha opened her eyes only a sliver. Thankfully her head was down and her hair and shadows hid her spying. Being a creature that enjoyed the nocturnal lifestyle came with its advantages, and Sasha could see in darkness just as well as light. Though mostly through heat, her vision was no less effective. Across the room were two men. The larger of the two was calmly sitting with a drink in his hand. The other was standing behind him having a hard time keeping still. Several times he adjusted himself much to the others and her annoyance. The one sitting leaned forward slightly and tilted her head and sniffed the air. He huffed out and sat back in his chair.

"Are you going to just gawk like limp wanded schoolboys, or show yourselves like real men?" Sasha asked into the darkness as she planted her feet, as much as possible, on the cold floor. As she expected there was little playing room. She was hoping to get a response from then and was not disappointed. Her brash boast was met with a laugh that made her skin crawl. Out of the darkness of the room the two men ventured. She already knew the big one and the resemblance he had to the other man was too uncanny for him to be anything less than a son.

"I do believe this one is as dangerous as she is beautiful, Ryk. A pity I can't add her to the pack. It will be a few hours until the full moon is upon us, plenty of time to play before the meeting." Greyback laughed as he started circling her like the predator he was. On her second time around her he snatched her tail with his wolf reflexes and yanked it up so her toes were an inch off the floor. "Such a pretty and ripe fruit we have here." A loud slap boomed through the room when he struck Sasha across her bum. It hurt like hell, but to the Succubus's credit she didn't cry out from the assault. She had been expecting it since he started circling her.

"That's it? I would have expected better from a werewolf. You hit like a pampered Pureblood child," Sasha mocked him with an amused smirk. Greyback's response was quick and unoriginal as the beast himself. He struck her across her angelic face with his claws bared and enough force to take most of her flesh with it. That is if she was human. Sasha snapped her head back and glared at him with hardly a scratch to show that she was even struck.

"That was rather pathetic," Sasha giggled. "That only works when you're under the full moon dumb arse," she continued, using an insult she had learned from Harry. The werewolf was as predictable as he was ugly. He pounded on her face and torso with his fists in frenzy of powerfully vicious blows. He raged on, fueled by her stubbornness not to cry out or beg for mercy.

Ryk had to pull him back off of her when the ceiling where the chains were attached started to crack and small chunks fell from the sadistic onslaught. The chains would most likely rip out of the mortar or her arms would break off if he continued as he was. It was only then that they noticed that there were noises coming from above them.

"I thought this place was ours father?" Ryk asked as his father shoved him off. Greyback looked up, listened, and smelled the air. Even from down here he could smell Death Eater as well as the Dark Lord.

"No, Lestrange let us have full reign to fulfill a debt to me. The woman usually stays at Slytherin Castle. I'll go see what's going on, Cub. You keep a keen eye on this one," Greyback ordered before marching out the room. A moment later the door slammed shut and locked leaving the young werewolf and beaten Succubus alone.

Ryk took the time to look at the damage his father had done to her. Her skin maybe magic resistant, but it was susceptible to brute force judging from the bruises littering her fine body. Her nose was broken and one eye was already swelling up. Not that it matter to him at all. He liked his fresh meat tenderized. Licking his lips he advanced on her. His father never said he couldn't rape her.

"Hold!" Sasha yelled as she lifted a foot to block his path. "Have you ever tasted the pleasures that a succubus can freely offer?" she added with a seductive look. Even in her beaten state it had a profound effect on him. Sasha could have easily released pheromones, but she doubted she would need it, and quite frankly beneath her.

"No," he answered confused by her question. He closed the distance between them.

"Rape, while you may think gives you power, it in fact only shows your inadequacy as a lover. I myself have no problem doing things that are illegal in most civilized countries," Sasha cooed seductively as she rubbed her foot on the crotch of his trousers, before unzipping them with her toes. "Think of all I could do and teach you with my over four hundred years experience of the art of pleasure?" She continued as her foot entered his trousers and started to stimulate his length. He wasted no time removing his encumbering clothing.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Ryk declared with a toothy smile.

"Oh, the pleasure will be all mine, that I can promise you," The Desory matriarch answered and raised him a fanged feral smile. As she pulled back her foot, her tail snapped his bits like a whip and brought the man to his knees. Blood flowed freely between his fingers that were trying to protect his wounded gentiles. Sasha's tail recoiled and attacked again. This time it wrapped around his unprotected neck and she pulled him to her. CRACK! Resonated in the room, as she kicked him in the head.

"Was it good for you darling?" Sasha asked as she as she put her foot on his shoulder and launched herself off the floor. Her feet landed square on the ceiling directly above her. "I know I'm feeling tingling all over." She continued as she pushed with her legs and pulled with her arms. The chains and mortar held fast. Sasha had hoped that her gloating Greyback into assaulting her would have produced better result that this. She noticed that the binding on her hands was a Acromantula cocoon. The web silk when hardened could be as hard as stone. Sasha knew she would need more strength to get out of this. She used her fangs to bite her arm and draw blood. With her tongue she used the blood to draw runes on her arms.

"Doca bendicida nai Anu prestart o seu poder!" Sasha prayed and she pushed and pulled with all her might. First, she heard the sweet sound of cracking stone that was soon followed by dust and small chunks of the ceiling dropping down. With one last tremendous surge of power Sasha broke free and fell to the floor only to be followed by a large portion of the ceiling coming down on her.