Welcome to Harry Potter and the Death Eater's Revenge :)
DO NOT READ THIS WITHOUT FIRST READING THE WAR OVER HERMIONE! THIS IS THE SEQUEL!
I more than likely won't be updating this story as quick as I did TWOH. This story isn't gonna be all mushy (though there will be some romance). It's gonna have a lot of adventurous moments and I somewhat struggle with writing that and I wanna make sure it's completely engaging so bare with me. I want this story to be just as good as the last.
Useless disclaimer cuz I'm not J.K. Rowling and the world of Harry Potter is not mine.
So without further ado….
Chapter 1: The Waiting Game
Late June 1998
A storm had been brewing for the past three days and had now taken full effect.
Heavy rains, thunder, and lightning had plagued the small town of Devon and didn't seem to want to let up. Puddles were now small ponds. Rivers had been flooded. The small lake that the Weasley's had on their property had overflowed and had to be magically contained.
The Burrow was completely silent except for the sounds of frantic feet pacing back and forth across the sitting room floor and the boom of occasional thunder. 6 pairs of eyes watched the disheveled person pace back and forth, papers floating in the air as a result of uncontrolled magic.
"Draco dear, why don't you sit down for a second. You've been walking back and forth for about 30 minutes now." suggested Molly Weasley trying not to let the worry she had as well be known.
"Will all due respect madam I can't." said Draco Malfoy, an octave higher than his normal voice. "It's been a week. A BLOODY WEEK! I can't even find my house, it has been made unplottable. I go to where I know for a fact it should be and all I walk on is a field of grass! Where could she be?"
Molly looked at the worried young man with tears welling up in her eyes. She went and gently rubbed Draco's cheek and then went back to her sanctuary, the kitchen, where she would bake because her emotions drove her to do so.
"Am I losing my mind here? Blaise? Have I been going to the wrong place?" he frantically asked his best mate Blaise Zabini, who was looking at Draco, not knowing what to say or do to comfort him.
"It's the right place Drayke. You've lived there all your life. There is some powerful magic in the works here to be able to hide a building that is half of Hogwarts from a person who knows exactly where it is." said Blaise.
He then turned to his right where Ron Weasley was sitting. "Your code breaker brother said he couldn't even find a trace?"
Ron shook his head. "Bill nor none of his friends couldn't even find a stone. He said it was like the place was moved or something. But there is no way a house that massive can be moved like that."
"I can't believe this shit." said Draco stopping in the middle of the floor, pulling at his hair as if he was trying to tug it out of his head. "What else can we fucking do?! How the hell did my father even escape Azkaban any bloody way?! No telling what that bastard has done to Ginny. To my mother. Fuck!"
Draco sat down in one of the cushy chairs the Weasley's had in their sitting room. He kept rubbing his temples trying hard to think if there was something he missed.
"I made us some tea." said the low voice of Hermione Granger coming out of the kitchen holding a tray with a teapot, teacups, sugar, and biscuits.
Ron stood up and walked up to her and took the tray from her hands and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, love. You always know what we need." he said with a small grin.
Hermione smiled as Ron sat the tray down on the coffee table. He poured all 4 of them a cup. Blaise, Hermione, and Ron took theirs. Draco just stared at his.
"Drink Malfoy, it'll help." said Hermione.
"Will it really?!" snapped Draco. "Will it suddenly reveal Ginny and my mother to us?! Will it help us get them?!"
"Hey!" shouted Ron. "I know you're pissed Malfoy but don't take that shit out on my girlfriend! She's only trying to help your ass calm the hell down and think!"
Draco took in a deep breath and then let it out. "Sorry Granger. I didn't mean-"
Hermione hushed him by putting up one of her hands. "It's fine. No really it is. You're upset. I would be the same way if it was Ron and he know he would be worse if it was me, wouldn't you Ron?" she said looking at him with the look of 'back off'.
Ron sighed. "Touche. ...sorry..."
Draco took the tea and sipped it. Instantly he felt calmer. When he had finished it, he felt completely relaxed.
"What's in this shit?" he asked.
"Mum's calming tea. It has a bit of the calming draught in it. I wouldn't drink two cups. May end up asleep." said a more mellowed out Ron.
"Your mum would make a fortune off this tea, Weasley." laughed Blaise. "I'm going to pitch her the idea someday."
The 4 of them let out small laughs.
All of a sudden the Weasley's fireplace erupted in bright green flames. Arthur Weasley emerged. Three more eruptions brought in Bill, Fred, and George Weasley. All of them looked soaked as it was storming outside.
"Oh my goodness!" yelled Molly. "You four would have been right to do a drying charm on you before you came and dripped all over my floor!"
"Sorry Molly dear, sorry." apologized Arthur. We really wasn't focused on drying off." He waved his wand around him and his boys and they were instantly clean and dry.
"Any luck?" asked Ron to his eldest brother.
"Same as last time. No trace." said Bill running his hands through his long hair. "We thought this storm would cause some kind of disturbance, but it was still the same. This is some powerful dark magic going on here."
Arthur's eyes zeroed in on Draco. "You! I knew something would happen with my family when my daughter started associating with you! Your bloody father-"
"That man is no father of mine sir!" shouted Draco. "Do you not think that I realized that this is all my fault?! You're not the only one that cares about her sir with all due respect!"
"Calm down!" said Molly. "I will not have this in my house! Everyone in this room cares about Ginny and we all want her safe and at home. Instead of arguing we have to work together. For Cissy and my baby."
The men nodded. Hermione laid her head on Ron while he put his arm around her and stroked her hair.
Arthur sighed. "You're right as usual Molly dear. I'm just tired. I just want her home." he said hugging his wife.
"I think that we need to get more of the Ministry involved."suggested Fred.
"Can't Kingsley do something more about this?" asked George.
"The Ministry has done everything they can it seems." said Arthur. "They haven't gotten any farther than we have."
"Well then what bloody use are they to us wizards?!" yelled Fred. "Useless sods the lot of them!"
"Fredrick Weasley!" yelled Molly.
"Mum he's angry." said George."Let him use his words this time yeah?"
"No she's right. Sorry Mum." apologized Fred and Molly took his hand and rubbed it.
All of a sudden there was a bang on the door. It was almost muted out from the thunder that had sounded off at the same time.
"Who could be here at this hour? In this storm?" whispered Molly.
Draco, Blaise, the twins, Bill, and Arthur each took out their wands. Ron moved Hermione to the corner of the sitting room, one arm around her, one near his wand pocket.
Arthur slowly approached the door. He swung it open and stuck out his wand.
Despite him being not as close to the door, he saw the figure first. He ran up to the door and held out his arms as a cold, dirty, and completely drenched Ginevra Weasley fell into them.
