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

Taylor flinched back again, though this time managed to stay on her feet. She bit down on her lip so hard that it started to bleed.

Lyssa watched the scene in front of her feeling odd. "Excuse me," she said, walking from the room.

The pain stopped and Taylor just glared at him wincing, he flicked his wand, said the curse again and once more pain shot through her body. "Teenagers," Taylor winced after multiple times, the word was soft and her breathing was labored.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed at Taylor. "You're telling me that they're a group of teenagers? That teenagers are taking out my Death Eaters. That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

"Well it's true," Taylor wheezed trying to catch her breathand inwardly berating herself for telling Mr. fearful dark lord something. She inwardly smiled at the name but knew she would never say it outloud.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed more as he thought the information over.

Taylor's body shook as she continued to try and calm her breathing. She ached all over and would very much like to go and tell that Malfoy girl exactly what she thought of her. She would have liked to tell Mr. Fearful Dark Lord as well but that wans't a ood idea.

Lyssa had retreated to her room. She felt...dare she say it...bad. She knew that Voldemort was going to try and get information from Taylor, but she sort of didn't expect him to go that far. Thinking back to the time she was at the Order's HQ, she felt even worse. Taylor had never done anything bad to her, and here she was repaying her in the most backwards way ever.

Taylor was dragged back to the cellar and she didn't even have the energy to feel indignent. She was pushed into the cellar and not having her arms to protect herself from the fall she hit the cold hard ground with a thack rendering Taylor unconious.

With a sigh, Lyssa left her room again, walking to the room where Voldemort was. He looked up at her arrival. "Please, don't do anything that cruel to her again," Lyssa said. "Do you regret bringing her here?" Voldemort asked. Lyssa shrugged. "She was one of the only people who wasn't mean to me, annoying yes but not mean."

(and this is where nice Lyssa gets locked back in the closet, I was just trying to help myself feel bad for what I had done to Tay, so I attempted to fix/lessen it)

Voldemort just looked at her. "I will do as I see fit. If she does not co-operate she will be punished."

"It's not punishment. It's bloody torture."

Voldemort looked at her coldly. "Do not question me Melyssa," He told her.

"I haven't asked you any questions. Just stated stuff."

Voldemort looked at her with narrowed eyes. "You are not in charge. Crucio" After a little while he stopped the spell and walked out of the room.

"I never bloody said I was in charge..." Lyssa muttered once Voldemort stopped the spell and left.

Taylor wasn't sure how long she had been out, but she woke up aching all over. Expecially her head which was pounding as if someone was repeaditivly bashing it against the wall. She groaned, trying to reajust her arms which was impossible in the position they were in.

Once she'd left the room, Lyssa spent a while sulking in her bedroom.

Taylor shivered and just stayed where she was, lying on the cold floor. She wondered where she was and what the hell the Order or Audentia was going to do, if they were going to do anything. With a sigh Taylor started to sing softly, a soft lulluby her mother had taught her.

Draco was sick and tired of people going on about his sister. Yes, she was somewhat mental nowadays, but that didn't mean he liked people talking about her in a negative way.

Cassie sighed sitting at the table in Audentia with her head in her hands. It was just too much for her, she was barely of age, she should have been thinking about getting a job, not how to overthrow a dark lord and the fact that her best freind had gone bonkers and backstabbed them all.

"Ugh, forget this," Draco said, standing up from the chair he'd been sitting in. "I'll be in my room if anyone needs me. Don't plan to need me."

Cassie just nodded not saying anything, she was staring at the table.

Draco walked to his room and fell back on his bed with a sigh. He was sick and tired of all of this.

Cassie wished the war would just end already. She was tired of it all, tired of fighting, tired of freaking Voldemort. She wanted it to end so she could go on holidays with her family or something like that. Just get away from itall.