Hello dear readers! This is my first fanfiction, so please go easy on me. Reviews would be much appreciated! The characters will probably be quite OOC and this is also just a starter story, and I'm not sure how far I'll take it. If any of you have anything you would like me to write about, please just leave it in the reviews or PM me. I'll check this through, but I have no beta so I apologise if I get anything wrong. So, anyway, enjoy!
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"Harry, it's not a good idea. We should just get back to hunting the horcruxes!"
Hermione glared at Harry, who was currently standing in the middle of the street with a stupidly inane grin plastered across his face.
"Come on, 'Mione. There's no way we could lose if we had the element of surprise. It's only two death eaters against the boy who lived, the brightest witch of her age and…"
Harry paused, clearly trying hard to come up with an equally heroic name for Ron, who was now also glaring at Harry.
"…I've got it! The boy with the most dumb luck in the world!"
Harry finished, grinning goofily at an even more enraged Ron.
"I was going to side with you on this, git-face, but now I think I'll have to agree with Hermione."
Pouting, Harry turned to Ron and gave him his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Will it change anything if I call you lord boy-with-the-most-dumb-luck-in-the-world?"
"Hardly. Who did you say the two death eaters were again, Harry?"
Before Harry had a chance to reply, Hermione barged between them, exasperation written all over her face.
"It doesn't matter who. The only thing that matters is that it's getting dark and you want to wait in the middle of a muggle cemetery for two death eaters to show up and hex our asses off, when we should be out finding the horcruxes to destroy Voldermort before he destroys us."
"No, Hermione," Harry said, a cheeky smirk on his face, "I want to wait in the middle of a muggle cemetery for two death eaters so we can hex their arses off. It will only take five minutes and then we can go back to hunting horcruxes. And Ron, in answer to your question, just some low ranking nobodies kissing Voldermort's arse."
"So, we won't come face to wand with Bellatrix Lestrange, or Lucius Malfoy, or the old no-nose himself?" Ron asked, his joking attitude failing miserably to conceal the fear in his voice.
"Ron, why would Voldermort or any of his high-ranking soldiers be in the middle of a cemetery at dusk?" chided Hermione, who was getting fairly tired with them.
"So it's settled!" Harry finished, smirking triumphantly at his two friends. "There's no danger, therefore, we do it."
Ron jumped with excitement, his previous irritation completely forgotten. Hermione, however, did not share their eagerness.
"Look, even if we did go and wait for them, we wouldn't know where to look for them. The place isn't exactly small"
It was true. The place was perhaps twice the size of Hogwarts. It was full of not only graves, but enormous stone statues and various tombs. Hermione didn't doubt that there was also a catacomb complex spreading underneath the acres of land.
"We could accio them once we get inside?" Ron giggled, clearly not taking anything she said seriously.
Harry started laughing along with Ron, and they started bounding towards one of the many gates of the cemetery, leaving an annoyed and slightly bewildered Hermione behind them.
"You coming, 'Mione?" Harry yelled in her general direction. Muttering to herself, Hermione followed them at a brisk pace.
They slowed as they reached the gates, all three taking in the grim atmosphere. Only the last rays of light were peeking above the treeline in the distance, throwing long black shadows over everything. The eerie light made everything contort and grow into unnatural shapes. An uneasy silence lay as thick as fog over the graveyard, and all three got the sense that they were unwelcome.
"Well, this is cheerful," murmured Ron, "Sorry, how did you know about these death eaters again?"
"I had a vision of Voldermort telling them to come here."
"Oh."
"Harry you idiot!" shrieked Hermione, "You do realise this could be a trap!"
"Geez, Hermione! No need to deafen me! Anyway, this place is huge, why don't we just hide near the main entrance and if we haven't seen or heard anything for half an hour, we'll leave. Deal?"
Hermione glanced around uneasily. "Fine," she snapped at last, "But only half an hour."
Two hours later, they were all sitting against a huge stone monument to a muggle named Geoffrey Collins.
"I'm booooreeed." Ron suddenly exclaimed, startling the other two.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it Ronald?" Hermione snapped back at him.
"Well, it's evident that no death eaters are coming here tonight." Harry grumbled.
"So what should we do now?" Ron asked.
"Well we should probably continue the search." Hermione answered, beginning to get up.
"No way!" Harry hissed at her. "There could be two death eaters nearby, and if we get up and start moving about the town, we lose the element of surprise and they could creep up on us instead. Anyway, I'm tired."
Hermione groaned. "Well I'm not going to go to sleep here. We'll just have to wait until morning."
"Well what should we do until then?" Ron moaned at them. Harry suddenly jumped up, an idea evident on his face.
"We could play muggle hide and seek!" he yelled, quite pleased with himself.
"And what about the two death eaters who you don't what to creep up on you, Harry?" Hermione asked with a wry look.
"Oh, they aren't here!" he replied, waving off the possibility of being attacked after they had been waiting for so long.
"That's quite a good idea, Harry!" Ron agreed, standing up, "Come on, Hermione!"
Hermione looked up at their expectant faces and sighed to herself. "Fine! Help me up." She finally conceived.
Her two friends grinned childishly at her as they pulled her up.
"Hmm," Harry mused, "Why don't you cast a no-magic spell over the cemetery, and maybe one that means we can't get out. Sorry, but I don't trust Ron. He might cheat."
Hermione sniggered as Ron turned as red as his hair.
"Alright. How long for?"
"Until sunrise, unless one of us tries to get out. If that happens, make it so it extends to a further twelve hours every time someone tries to get out."
"Harry, no. That's really irresponsible. I'll cast it to last until sunrise, no more."
Harry pouted, but stepped back to allow her to cast the appropriate charms. Whilst she was doing this, Harry went over the rules.
"The seeker must count until one hundred before starting to look for the others, and you can hide wherever you like except the creepy catacombs underneath. Obviously, no magic but you can move around."
"All done with the anti-escape charm." Hermione said. "I'll start on the…"
"Hermione, before you do the anti-magic spell, could you find me something to drink in that bottomless bag of yours?"
Hermione gave Harry a quizzical look. "Um, sure."
As she walked over to her bag, Harry quickly turned to Ron.
"Hey, Ron, I think I might do that extension spell if someone does try to escape!" Harry whispered to his friend excitedly.
"Why?" Ron whispered back.
"To stop you from cheating, of course!" Harry grinned mischievously at Ron, who gave him a black look.
"Fine, but get on with it!"
Harry took his wand out and muttered a quick spell before Hermione got back. It was done before she had even got up.
"Thanks Hermione," Harry grinned at her, "That's just what I needed!"
Hermione gave him a curious look, before shaking her head and turning to do the anti-magic spell. After a few minutes it was done.
"Alright, I'll count first! One, two three…" Harry continued to count up as Hermione and Ron ran off in search of a hiding place.
"…ninety-nine, one hundred! Coming ready or not!" Harry yelled as he hurried further into the cemetery.
Before long he had found Ron hiding behind a large gravestone.
"Found you! I haven't found Hermione yet, so you'll count next time. Speaking of which, did you see which way she went?"
"I think she went this way." Ron said, inclining his head and running off in the same direction. Harry followed, and they soon found Hermione amongst a patch of gravestones.
"Found you, 'Mione!" Harry yelled with glee, "Ron's counting next, let's go back to Geoffrey's grave."
They ran back and soon Ron was leaning against it and counting to one hundred just as Harry had. He found Hermione surprisingly quickly. She had edged out from behind a statue, intent on running behind another, but Ron had jumped on her, making her squeal with fright.
"Ronald Weasley! You scared the living daylights out of me!" She yelled, smacking him lightly over the head. Ron giggled sheepishly.
"Come on, let's go find Harry."
After a very long time, they found Harry in the dirt searching for his glasses, which had evidently fallen off whilst he was running. They gave his glasses back to him, and made their way back to Geoffrey's grave.
"Your turn, 'Mione." Harry giggled, nudging his friend.
"Okay. One, two, three…"
"…ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! Co-"
"Coming ready or not." An ice cold voice spoke behind her, making shivers run down her spine. She turned around slowly and was greeted with the smirking face of Voldermort. Behind him were Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Crap." She muttered under her breath.
"Crap indeed, mudblood. Now, where are the other two brats?"
Hermione flinched at the derogatory name, but decided not to tell him anything. If the slimy, scaly serpent-breath wanted Harry and Ron, he would have to search for them himself. She almost appreciated the irony.
"No idea." She stated breezily, already accepting her painful fate.
"No idea! How dare you address the Dark Lord that way, you filthy little mudblood!" Bellatrix screeched at her, "Crucio!"
Nothing happened. Hermione remembered with glee and despair the spells on the cemetery. Bellatrix however was not aware and tried again.
"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio-crucio-crucio!"
"Shut up, Bellatrix, you're giving me a headache." Voldermort sneered at the mad woman. She promptly threw herself at his feet, begging for his forgiveness. He rolled his eyes, before spitting his forgiveness at her. She leapt up and resumed her stance behind him.
"Oi! Hermione! The point is you are supposed to come and find us! What are you doing?" Ron yelled at her from behind. He froze when he saw the frightening trio in front of them
"I see your brains are still absent, Weasley. No suprises there." Lucius sneered at the red headed boy.
Ron scowled deeply at the elitist wizard.
"Enough" Voldermort bellowed. "Now, why don't you tell me why we are unable to do magic."
"Well, um, you see, ah…"
"That's it. I'm going to fetch the other death eaters." Bellatrix said, moving towards the gate.
"No, stop!" yelled Ron, but it was too late. Bellatrix banged into the invisible barrier. She leapt back, stunned. She then tried again with equal results. She then stormed back to Voldermort.
"Why?" was the only thing she said.
"Ron, tell me you didn't." Hermione muttered.
Ron turned red, and started stuttering sheepishly. "Um, well, 'Mione, Harry might've done something…" he trailed off at the end.
"Oi, where are you two? If I find you kissing, I'm gonna throw up!"
Harry's loud voice carried over the cemetery. Ron turned even more red and Hermione face palmed.
"Seriously, guys where are you? Oh… um… heeeeey Tom."
Voldermort's scowl deepened as Hermione groaned into her hands. Lucius and Bellatrix looked ready to murder them the Muggle way.
"Never address me as Tom again, Potter. Now, why can't we do magic?"
Harry waved his hand dismissively. "We were playing hide and seek, and decided to cast a no-magic spell. Also, we can't leave until sunrise."
"No, Harry," Hermione corrected "sunrise, plus twenty-four hours"
"Oh. Ron, did you cheat?"
Both Ron and Hermione were now ready to kill Harry, as well as the three death eaters. After a glaring match lasting ten minutes, Bellatrix spoke.
"What are we going to do?" She wailed.
"You could play hide and seek with us?" asked Harry. Hermione stared at him with an incredulous expression.
"Hide and seek?" asked Voldermort.
"Yeah, why not! Come on Tommy, let's play!"
"Did you not learn when I killed your parents, Potter?"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry. Just play with us!"
Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry with a fierceness that was unusual for her.
"Are you aware that you just asked the Dark Lord to play with us!"
"I hate to admit it, but I have to agree with the mudblood." Lucius commented.
"The name's Hermione, Malfoy. Her-mi-o-nie" Hermione shot at the blond wizard.
"See, you would never dare say that to him if he could hex you for it! It's the same with old Tommy here." Harry stated.
"You're crazy Harry! And we all know I could hex Malfoy's arse to kingdom come if I had magic. I already broke his son's nose without magic."
"That's it. You just signed your death warrant mudblood!" yelled Lucius
"Enough!" bellowed Voldermort. "Potter, we shall play your game until we can get out. I would quite like to see what the other disgusting muggle children wouldn't let me join in with."
"Excellent. I'll count" Harry grinned at them.
Well there you have it! I hope you enjoyed and please share your thoughts. I will definitely do another chapter, which shall include Draco, Ginny and maybe some others, I'm still thinking about it. Bye!