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"I don't trust Draco Malfoy." Hermione said, coming out of the outhouse, dressed in a maroon tank top and baby blue jeans with white Converse.

Ron, clad in dark jeans and a grey T-Shirt with boots, turned to face her with an amused smile. "Hermione," he started, "we all don't." he said as id it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He's a Malfoy. Not to be trusted." Ron finished, slipping his jacket on.

"We need to follow them." Hermione said, getting out her wand.

"What do you think is going on? Why does Draco want him for?" Ron asked, retrieving his own wand.

"I don't know," Hermione replied, twisting and twirling her want between her fingers expertly. "But..." she started, smirking. "let's find out." She set her wand still in her hand and grinned.

"What? It's not any of our business though." Ron reasoned.

"It becomes our business when one of us is involved." Hermione said simply, casting a spell leaving Ron no other choice but to follow.

x-Dramione-x

"Dark magic?" Harry Potter repeated, shocked. "Then why does this have to do with me?" he asked, folding his arms and tilting his head.

"Your parents were involved with this..., special topic." Draco Malfoy smirked.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Shouted a female voice. "Please leave Mr. Potter and I alone in this delicate situation." The voice belonging to no other than Professor Minerva McGonagall.

"Of course, Professor." Draco chuckled, leaving the room.

"What did Malfoy mean when he said that my parents were involved with this?" Harry asked, pacing.

"We have evidence that when they died-"

"Don't remind me." Harry hissed, his eyes going dark.

"Apologies, Mr. Potter." Professor Minerva said, smiling sadly. "When they left the world," she chose her words carefully. "they let out something from the Old World into the New World. Wizards and Sorcerers before our time, mainly the Medieval Times, had feared these dark creatures." she explained.

"What are they called?" Harry whispered, sitting down.

"Draugrs." Minerva replied.

"What are these 'Draugrs'?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"These, Harry, are dead warriors who have fought against magic and with magic, centuries ago. They protected the Magic Realms and some turned against it in the New Era in those Medieval Times."

"That's horrible." Harry said, not really knowing what to say.

"It is indeed. And right now, they are against us but are with you." Professor McGonagall smiled. "You have to stop them Harry Potter, before they hurt those around you and those you love."

"I will try. Thank you for informing me this." Harry said. "Good day." he stood up and left.

"We better split up to find him." Ron said. "It's tactics. We can-"

"OK, OK. I get it! Now go!" Hermione interrupted, already going to the North Wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron sighed and started to the South Wing. He would do the West later.

As Hermione held her wand up and walked through the corridors, she heard whispering and laughter. Rolling her eyes, she went into the girls' bathroom and saw Moaning Myrtle. "You called?" she hissed.

"Yes!" Moaning Myrtle said. "I was lonely and I was scared. Guess what I saw?" she grinned excitedly.

"What, Myrtle?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised.

"A creature." Moaning Myrtle giggled. "It was big and ugly and scary!" she started whining and screeching. "It tried to attack me but I disappeared before it could get me!" she started to cry.

"What was it? Do you know what it was?" Hermione asked, her ears perking up.

"No. I don't think anyone knows what this big decapitated thing was." Myrtle replied, suddenly becoming sober. "It was in drags and it was the size of a giant." she whispered, her eyes widening.

"What?" Hermione asked, turning behind her to find nothing there.

"It was just too scary!" Moaning Myrtle started to cry again.

"OK. I'll deal with that. Bye." Hermione said, leaving the bathroom. As she walked down the hallways, she held her wand high and kept turning back in case these creatures that Myrtle saw attacked her.

She heard whispering and footsteps which were paced around the corner. Smiling she raised her wand and aimed it at the person blindedly. "Stupefy!" she called out. She grinned when she heard a slight thud. When she finally turned the corner she saw a mop of white blonde hair on the floor. Eyes slightly wide, she walked up to Draco Malfoy's body.

"Draco." she hissed, kicking his body. "Oi, Malfoy." she whispered, leaning down and slapping his face. She had a slight moan in response. "You're no help." she mumbled standing up.

Hermione froze when she heard a slight growl and chuckle come from behind her. Gulping she turned and was met with the chest of a horrible smelling creature. She slowly tilted her head back to be met with a grinning skeleton with ugly burnt skin looking down at her.

"You'll be our first slaves." it guffawed.

Guess where Draugrs come from! If you guess it right, you get a shoutout in the next chapter.