Chapter 2

There wasn't much more conversation at the lunch table after that. Blaise looked shocked, like he couldn't believe that we could be so defenceless. Draco looked indifferent, but I knew the he was extremely good at keeping a calm mask up at all times.

As for me, I couldn't decide on an emotion. I was a jumbled up mess. I was terrified, confused, and angry all at once.

I was terrified for the obvious reason. Voldemort wanted my family. In the wizarding world, we are known as one of the most powerful families since the founders of Hogwarts and Merlin himself. It was obvious to me why he would be upset with us, mainly my parents. We don't believe in blood purity as many other pure blood families do. My parents even went a far as sending us to muggle schools during the summer. Some of my best friends are muggles, and there is no way i am going to join the group that are trying to kill them.

I was confused, because I didn't see why we weren't already running. If we knew that they were coming for us, why don't we just go hide somewhere? Wouldn't that be better than sitting around, waiting for them to come after us?

As for the reason behind me being angry, well, there was actually more than one. My parents had to know about this. They are always on alert especially about the war in England. But they didn't tell us. I don't understand why they didn't tell us! We deserve to know as we are extremely involved in the situation! I hardly think that they will care which one of us they capture.

Also, I was angry at Voldemort. Who wouldn't be in this situation? He is slowly tearing apart my life stitch by stitch and I can do nothing but sit back and watch at this point. Maybe if my parents had told me about the situation before, but we already went over that.

Chris walked over and sat down across from me, breaking the awkward silence our group had come to. "Why's everyone so quiet?"

No one answered. We were too caught up in our own thoughts to even acknowledge his existence.

Chris waved his hand in front of my face, and I jumped slightly before my eyes focused on him.

He raised his eyebrow slightly, asking a silent question.

"Not now Chris," I muttered softly.

He looked extremely confused, but kept quiet. Something I never would have done. I would have pestered him non-stop until he gave in, and yes, he would have given in. Eventually.

Just then, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.

I finished my lunch in one huge bite, and rolled up my paper sack before chucking it at Draco's head. To my extreme disappointment, he easily caught it. He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged. "What? I didn't want to throw it away myself. I mean, look. The trash can is all the way over there!." He rolled his eyes and I laughed.

As I stood up, Chris looked my in the eye and said, "You will tell me later." It most definitely was not a question.

"Yea, Chris. Later."

My parents had told me the story of the first war many times. Way too many to count. Basically, my parents were forced to become Death Eaters. They were only eighteen when their parents forced them both to take the dark mark. When my mom found out Voldemort wa planning on killing the Potter's son, they left. Voldemort was furious. They fled Britain, as they knew that both their parents, and Voldemort would be after them. They chose America, because not nearly as many people were affected by the war. They had found Paradise, and settled down together. Chris was born a year later on a very hot day in July. Not three years later, Blaise and I were born, I an hour before him. It was a perfect coincidence when they learned that there was a wizarding school for when we were older.

Mom sent us to muggle school until we were eleven, then we joined Lilypad school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, they did copy Hogwarts. Dad has a job in the "Diagon Alley" of America, and he could easily apparate there in the morning. Mom found a job once we were old enough to walk to school, and she's worked as a waitress ever since.

Draco lives close to us, walking distance, actually, so we could carpool if we wanted, but any time we tried that, he always got another ride, saying that "Hermione is too slow, and I don't want to be late every day." I would just roll my eyes at that. It seems the disease my brothers have concerning eye rolling is contagious.

Now, Draco was one of my best friends, but even I got tired of him. I would never tell him that, though, because he would hate me for years afterwards (yeah, he's the kind to hold grudges, he's the king of them). Even after all of that, I have to admit that I may have the teeniest bit of a crush on him. I mean, come on, he's freaking gorgeous! His eyes are crazy hot, these pools of stormy grey clouds, just looking into them makes my head go fuzzy. And if you tell him I said that, I will hunt you down and kill you. No jokes. Besides, he really does not need a boost to his already oversized ego. In fact, he could really use someone knocking him down a step.

At dinner that night, we were all very quiet. My parents seem to know that we had figured out what was going on. Suddenly, mom sighed and pushed her plate to the side. She and my dad shared a long look, and eventually, he shook his head "no". I somehow knew that it meant we wouldn't be getting any answers tonight.

I turned to Blaise, and challenged him to a starring contest. Don't ask why. I was bored. After a few minutes, Blaise sneezed violently, and closed his eyes.

I blinked rapidly and said "I win" with a smirk. 'I'm hanging out with Draco way too much', I thought. 'The smirks are starting to rub off on me.'

"That wasn't fair! I sneezed!" Blaise argued.

"It was totally fair!" I retorted.

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Mom!"

Mom looked up from her plate in surprise, not even knowing what was going on. "Neither of you were right, now shut up and eat your dinner before it gets cold."

The great words of wisdom that I had heard so many times before. Thank you, great Mother of mine.

Suddenly, Blaise sat straight up and glanced at my from the corner of his eye before winking slightly. I was confused, but didn't let it show on my face because I knew that he was planning something.

He took a deep breath before looking my dad straight in the eye."Dad, what happened during the war? What killed the snake-man?" Ah, Blaise, only you would use that word to describe Voldemort.

"That is not something you need to be concerned about Blaise. Eat your potatoes." My dad said tightly.

Blaise looked surprised. My dad never talked to us like that.

My mom sighed again before abruptly standing and leaving the room.

All eyes were on her until she was out of sight, headed to her bedroom.

"Do the dishes while I talk to your mother." My dad sighed, rubbing his hands over his face before standing to follow my mom out of the room.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, I turned to Blaise with a wicked grin on my face. He inched away from me slightly, because he knew that this face meant trouble. I only had to say two words before his face light up in understanding.

"Extendable ears."

Cliffhanger! Oh how terrible for you! LOL review please? I love hearing your ideas! I have a question for you, PM me or review with your answer... should I jump into them running away now, or should they stick around a little longer... Not sure, so it's whatever you guys think! Let me know! And, sorry it's kinda short... I've had a lot of school work to get done :(