Hey, I'm still working on 'Letters' but I've decided to start this story as well.
Let me know what you think, I love comments.
Bandit XX
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Obviously
Chapter One
Hermione Granger searched for her friends, pulling her trunk along behind her, struggling to make her way down the busy platform. Her hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail, but it was starting to fall apart, curls framing her face as she struggled to pull her jumper tighter and keep a hold of her trolley and wand in the other hand.
The Hogwarts Express was going to leave any minute and she was still trying to make it through crowds of parents waving and shouting at their children through open windows. Her own parents were on a vacation to France; she'd insisted that they hadn't needed to see her off, but now she'd wished she'd taken up the Weasley's offer to stay with them the week before school started.
She saw a bright, ginger head bob in the distance. "Ron!" She called, hoping he'd hear her. He didn't, hoisting his trunk aboard, turning to say something to someone hidden in the crowd. He disappeared into the train. Familiar black hair and spectacles were next as Harry dragged his trunk up behind him. "Harry!" She shouted.
Her best friend rubbed his scar, looking around, eyes passing right over her as if he was looking for something. Seeming uneasy, he turned and entered the train after Ron. She growled in frustration. She was knocked into by an over enthusiastic parent, so she pulled herself back towards the wall to make her way around the crowd. Her trolley was ridiculously heavy from all of the books in her trunk, and she gave it a forceful push. It slipped from her hands and hit the brick wall.
"Need help, Granger?"
She glanced over her shoulder to see Malfoy smirking down at her, wearing trousers and a white oxford shirt without a tie, unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled to his elbows. One summer later and Malfoy went from being a scrawny boy, to a tall man. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he had one silvery eyebrow raised at her.
"Are you offering?" She scoffed.
He pulled out his wand and shrunk her trunk. He picked it up and grabbed her hand before he could stop her. He dropped it into her hand.
"We're not supposed to practice magic outside of school, Malfoy," she hissed, shoving her shrunken trunk into her pocket. He just stared down at her in amusement, lips twisted into his usual smirk.
"Live a little, Granger," he said.
She sniffed disdainfully. "I have to get on the train."
Malfoy's eyes went wide. He whipped his wand up into a defensive position and hissed to her, "Granger someone's approaching us and they are not friendly."
"How could you possibly know…" She turned to see a person in a black cloak striding from the shadows towards them. They were wearing a white mask, covering his entire face, the lips a flat line, the eyes just wide enough to reveal dark holes in the distance.
She pulled out her wand, all thoughts of regulation and laws gone. Malfoy cast a stunning spell and the figure deflected it with a snap of their wrist, black cloak floating in the air. Hermione shot a spell of her own, something she'd read about last year. Black ribbons appearing in the air, flying towards the figure. The ribbons were supposed to wrap around a person, tying them up like a mummy. The figure deflected this as well, the ribbons smoking and with a slash of their wand, a jet of blue light flew towards Hermione and Malfoy. They both tried to deflect it but were not quick enough and it hit the pair of them.
The students collapsed and the man moved forward, pulling a portkey from inside his robes. No one saw them disappear.
…
Hermione woke in a dark room. There were large windows to her left, moonlight pouring into the room. She sat up. She was sitting on a bed and there was a giant stack of dark green pillows stacked behind her that matched the comforter. Heavy drapes hung around the bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked around. Across from her there was a giant stone fireplace. The room was freezing.
A voice came from the corner of the room, "it's good to see you awake my dear."
Hermione spun to see a man sitting in a chair, leaning forward, his ghostly white mask totally disguising his features. The hood of his cloak hid his hair, casting his mask in shadow, the hollows and dark eyes terrifying in the low light.
"Where am I?" Her voice was surprisingly strong.
"Your home."
Her bottom lip wobbled, but she refused to cry. She took a deep breath to keep herself calm. "Why am I here?"
"You're mine," the voice was soft and chilling.
"Where's Malfoy?" She looked around, remembering that he'd been with her. Had he been taken as well? Had he been killed? She swallowed, then said, voice cracking with fear, "he was the boy with me."
The man stood, "my other puppet is still sleeping."
"Puppet?"
"You are my puppets," he started to walk towards the door. "Put on the dress in the closet, dearest. I will return for you. I must wake my other dear one." He opened the heavy mahogany door, but paused, then turned towards her. The left side of his mask caught the beam of moonlight, "welcome to your new home."
