No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Isolated

//Harry//

I flip in flop in my bed, like a fish begging for water. Only I, am begging for this horrible dream to be over.

"Stop moving." I writhe at Hermione's voice, only it isn't hers. I'm suprised when she hovers over me and plunges a knife deep into my shoulder and laughs as I cry out.

"Stop!" She calls. "I want you to tell me where it is,"

"I don't know!" I shriek. "I don't know where it is!" I close my eyes, waiting for her to dig her knife deeper into my shoulder but she pulls it out, causing myself another bolt of pain. She's asking for me to tell her where the Elder Wand is, for Voldemort to have. But I do know where it is. I'm lying so hard, is hurting me worse than my knife wound.

I open my eyes slowly and examine the blade, the daintiness, the curved edge, the label B.L on the side. This is Bellatrix Lestrange's Knife. I turn my head up to look at Hermione's face, but grimace to see that it is peeling badly.

"Mione?" I call. But I know she isn't in there.
Her face continues to change until it is noticeable of who she has turned into. Bellatrix herself.

Suddenly, my scar aches of the same burning that it always does. I try to clutch my forehead, but realize that Bellatrix has tied my hands down. My own slippery blood drips from the table, which I am being tortured from, the fact that I am helpless chokes my mind.

My scar burns beyond compare. I swear it's about to spilt in half, right down the middle when I pale face emerges from behind Bellatrix.

"Well done Bella! You've captured Harry Potter!" The cold voice makes my scar burn to a greater level, causing my body to start sweating.

Voldemort.

I twist in the ropes and try my best not to scream but have no choice. A loud, long, painful shriek seeps through my lips and erupts through the room, to Voldemort's pleasure.

"Oh calm down, my boy. Don't worry. Myself, being as merciful as I am, will not torture you like my fellow companion Bella has. I will make your death simple. Nearly painless if you cooperate. On one condition."

He points a long finger towards the dark, empty part of the room and my Hermione emerges from the shadows. Only this time, she is real. She has a frown plastered on her face, and has tears sliding their way down her cheeks.

"Don't cry," I whisper, wanting to envelope herself in my arms.

"Enough, Harry. Now, I want you to untie him," Voldemort looks at Bellatrix and she gasps.

"But-but-"

"Do it!"

"Yes sir!" She grabs her knife that is wet with my blood and cuts at the ropes that were tightly wrapped around my hands, and scowls at me.

"Take out your wand Harry." Voldemort has a smile curling at the edge of his lips.
I bring myself up to sit and pay my shoulder to keep the blood from flowing so vigorously. It takes a few moments, but I eventually rise on my feet and face my enemy.

"I'm not afraid to duel you." I say boldly.

"I know." Voldemort is laughing now. "Your not. Your gonna kill her." He whispers, pointing to Hermione.

I immediately shake my head. "No. No-I wont,"

"But you will, or I'll do it myself. But of course Harry, if I must fill the deed, you will be sorry."