Author Note: I do not own any for the Harry Potter people. The best writer in the world J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter world. But I do own the plot. (I only wish I owned Fred and George. I would let them live under my bed.) Hopefully better with grammar and sentence structure.

WHY

By; Ami Lee Rose

Chapter One: The Hell Hole

It was near the end of their summer break and Ron and Hermione were walking through Diagon Alley.

The Alley was full with witches and wizards of all ages, and all the stores were filled with the school thing they were going to need for their up coming year.

Ron was getting extremely hungry and wanted to stop in order to get some thing to eat at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione wanted to go the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts, what she didn't know yet that it would be a decision she would regret for a long time.

"Come on Ron; I promise it won't take that long. I just want to get my school books so I can start reading them tonight. I want to know what we are going to be learning this year." Hermione pleaded with him batting her eyelashes.

Ron, who rolled his eyes, gave in and walked with Hermione to the bookstore. "I thought you all ready knew what we were learning for the next 7 years." He joked.

Flourish and Blotts was not quite as busy as it had been the past four years. The lights were dim and the window shades closed giving it an eerie look.

"Do you think they're open?" Hermione wondered trying to peek into the dim windows.

"Hermione go back across the street, I've got a bad feeling, Something is wrong." Ron said quietly. Hermione looked at Ron curiously. His face was suddenly pale and his brown eyes were focusing on some thing she apparently couldn't see. Turning to her quickly, "What are you waiting for I told you go back across the street NOW." Ron ordered.

Hermione did as she was told, but wasn't quite sure why. She watched as Ron disappeared into the Bookstore. It was a short time later, when Hermione sneaked in after him. What she saw seemed to be disbelieving and it took all her willpower not to turn away.

Ron was lying on the floor covered in blood from head to toe.

A tall man with a cloak covering his appearance stood over Ron laughing with a smaller form hiding in the corner. Hermione let out a small gasp. The tall man had heard her and turned around.

"Oh looks like another little lost lamb found it way in to the wolves den." The man with the white Death Eaters mask said.

Hermione was shaking with fear. She was for the first time in her life alone, come face to face with a real Death Eater. She went suddenly numb; her mind wouldn't even register the wand in the pocket of her robes all she could think was, would her life be ending? Would she ever find out if Ron was still alive?

"Draco come here." The Death eater demanded and Hermione was torn from her thoughts as she heard the familiar name.

What did Draco have to do with any of this? She thought to herself as she watched the tall man pull the young man out of the corner.

"We have one too many eyes here, and if you kill this one I'll let you go back to your damn school." The man said, and he handed Draco the knife that was covered in already dried blood. "Now remember boy the first killing is hard, after that it's just business."

Draco looked at Hermione, who was now crying over Ron's body. Then Draco looked at the man. "No. I won't do it." Draco growled angrily through gritted teeth.

"What?" The masked man seemed taken back by Draco's answer. "Don't you want to be a man like me?''

"If doing this to somebody makes you a man, I rather stay a child." Draco declared and threw the knife on the ground at the man's feet.

Just as Draco was turning to leave, the door was blown off its hinges as Aurors filled the bookstore. The tall man disapparate quickly, leaving Draco and Hermione to explain the actions that had took place in that room.

A/N: My next chapter is coming soon. I hope you enjoyed my story. PLEASE REVIEW.