29! Hey Tsuki guess what! 1 more and we'll have 30!

Taylor sighed and yawned leaning against the wall, her arms ached, well actually everything ached and it was not a pleasent feeling. She wasn't exactly sure what to reply to the Malfoy girl. She frowned softly.

Lyssa shrugged. "But I guess you wouldn't care, since you probably hate me anyway," she went on. She almost felt like crying.

"Well yeah I do," Taylor snapped feeling suddenly fed up with it all. "You're not the only fricken one trying to tricken look after fricken people. I have two seven year olds at home whom I need to look after because they've lost both their fricken parents but Istead im stuck here because you are too much of a bloody coward to do what you believe in."

"I'm not a coward!" Lyssa snapped, suddenly forgetting wanting to cry.

"Yes you are." Taylor replied. "Your mother can look after herself. You could be doing something to help but nooo you're helping turn the world upside down and kill half the people in it I hope your happy,"And Taylor turned her back on her.

"Then tell me how to fix it, because as far as I'm concerned, I've royally fucked up everything including my life," Lyssa said, eyes narrowing. "No one is ever going to trust me again, so why bother with them."

"And whose fault is that?"Taylor snapped back feeling irritated, she just wanted to be home.

"It's my fault, but I don't know how to fix it."

Taylor ignored her, she was beyond irritated now, she was also worried and feeling slightly sick.

"Taylor, I'll...I'll help you get home again, if you help me find a way to fix what I've messed up," Lyssa said. "Please."

"And why should I trust you?"

Lyssa closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. "If I don't help you, you can tell Voldemort about Draco."

Taylor sighed. "Fine, but your going to need more then my help here. You're going to need to get the Order and Audentia to trust you again, so you can help them deafeat Voldemort by telling them what he's planing and when so they can defeat his Death Eater."

"I'm willing to do anything at this point."

Taylor frowned softly. "That's about it really, do what you can to help the Order and Audentia stop him."

Lyssa sighed. "That means that after he lets me out of here I have to get back on his good side, so he'll tell me things, doesn't it?"

"Well obvioisly," Taylor said, she didn't have much of a patence now-a-days.

"Fun," Lyssa muttered sarcastically.

A week or so passed and some Death Eater or another got Lyssa out of the cellar.

Once Lyssa's wrists were undone finally she looked at them. They looked worse than the first time, but they had been tied tighter and longer this time, so she guessed it made sense. "Have you learned your lesson this time Melyssa?" Voldemort, who Lyssa had gone to see, asked. She just nodded at him.

Taylor felt like complete and utter crap and that was putting it nicely.

Over the course of another couple of weeks, Lyssa made the effort to get back on Voldemort's good side so she could get information about his plans from him. Then she had to help Taylor get out, else Draco was in danger. It had been three weeks since she'd started working on it now, and Lyssa had a fair amount of information. Now's the time she told herself, one day when Voldemort was gone on business. With a deep breath she descended the steps to the cellar and opened the door. "Time to get out of here," she told Taylor. "I'm keeping good on my word this time."

By this time Taylor was seriously sick, she had never had the best immune system and she had been in the cellar for over a month. She was constantly fainting just by moving and everything spun if she moved her head. Not to say that she was aching all over. She had just about lost feeling of her hands them having being bound the whole time. She was weak having not been fed a lot and to be perfectly frank she really just wanted it to all go away. Taylor looked up as the Malfoy girl entered, that small movement caused the room to spin dangerously and nearly go black, Taylor was sure that if there was something in her stomache she would have thrown it up.

Lyssa frowned at Taylor's condition. That was going to make things a lot more difficult. Biting her lip, she undid Taylor's hands, and then wondered slightly how she was going to get her out, since Taylor more than likely couldn't do it herself.

Taylor's arms found immeadietly better once they were no longer bound but they still hurt like hell. She tried to stand up to no avail and sighed irritated with a small wince. Using the wall as support this time she managed to stand up but knew that if she took her weight off the wall she woul crumble.