CHAPTER 1: The Man There

The girl lay across the floor, skirt whipped up. Hamish laughed. The girl was defenceless, weak, and he had apprehended her three times. God, it was fun, wasn't it? Making one feel intimidated just by being REALLY close.

She was looking at him. The girl felt hatred, mercy, weakness, all because of him.

"Now," he smiled. "I don't want you running off to your daddy moaning about me. I'm just a little playboy and I need you to shut your pie-hole. So I'm just gonna have to do something very minor –"

"What?" the girl croaked. Her voice was cracked, the man had ruined it. The girl was known for having the biggest mouth in her school, but the man changed it.

"Oh, just stick a dagger in your throat.."

The girl cried and yelled. But the man silenced her with duct tape and tied her up against the X-board.

The man brought out the silver blade and pressed it against her throat. "Gaah!" she croaked. But life left her eyes and blood gushed out.

IN THE BURROW

Mrs Weasley smiled at Ron and his best friend Harry. Errol had once against nearly broke the window of the living room, and Ron was laughing – but he had just had some cereal, and the milk poured out of his mouth like water coming out of a shower. Mrs Weasley frowned at her son, disgusted.

Mrs Weasley fought Errol for the letter – Errol had a VERY strong grip – and opened it.

"Ooh, Mum, I wonder what it says! It looks official. I really want to know."

Mrs Weasley had her jolly face on while she scanned the parchment for information, but all colour left it.

"Erm, honey, I don't think you'll want to read the letter. I don't know how to break this to you – but think of it the first way, you know the Wizardry Camp you, Harry and Hermione want to go to at the end of the year?"

"Yeah," said Ron suspiciously.

"And you bought a ticket for three, didn't you…"

"Yeah," said Harry suspiciously. "Why, can't Hermione come? Has she gotta go to France again? I hate it when she can't do stuff with us!"

"Wouldn't it be weird if Hermione could never do ANYTHING with us – you know, because she's, like, SOOOO busy?" joked Ron.

"About that, Ron," Mrs Weasley said. "Hermione really can't do anything. At all".

"Why?!" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously.

"Hermione – erm, - erm, - oh, I really don't know how to say this – but, er – Hermione's dead."