Hermione woke up. Her head bounded and she could hardly keep her eyes open because the light hurt them too much. She rubbed her head and noticed the blood was gone. She winced in pain as she tried to sit up but was held down by her hands which were fastened with chains. Hermione was laying on a stone table in the same room she was attacked by the snakes in.

"Malfoy?" She turned her head to one side. The door was open and she could make out two blurry figures. They were yelling at each other. The noise echoed through her head. It felt like a drum beat inside of her.

"What are you doing?" One of the voices said.

"Lord Voldemort will be here shortly."

"L-Lord Voldemort? Why? He can't come inside Hogwarts!" Hermione realized the voice was Draco's.

"Son, he can, and he is." Draco's father paused. "Your mudblood girlfriend will do perfectly as bait to get Potter."

"What makes you think he can get rid of Potter?" He sounded pissed. "Voldemort has failed every other time."

'Why is he sticking up for Harry?' Hermione wanted to know. 'I thought he wanted to be a death eater.' Moaning, Hermione struggled to get her hands unwrapped from the chains.

"Don't you ever talk like that about Lord Voldemort again!" Hermione heard a thump and when she looked over she saw Draco's blurry image on all fours. Lucius kicked him and let out a laugh. "You will work for Voldemort, Draco. That or die!"

"Draco!" Hermione yelled out.

Both heads turned towards her. Her sight was slightly better. She could just make out Draco's confused expression.

"Slepicus!" Draco's father called out.

Everything went black again for Hermione. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear but she knew she was awake because she could feel warmness close around her arm. If only she could contact Harry. Then she could warn him to stay away and not to try to look for her. Then again, that probably would have made him look harder.

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"It's time." Harry said. His hand closed tightly around his wand. "We go get her now."

"And if her touched her we kill him right?" Ron said in more of a statement then a question. He gripped his wand too as they both headed to the dungeon.

"Ron!" Harry's hands darted to his forehead. It burned like a pot of boiling water. The pain seemed to shoot through his whole body nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Harry? What is it?" He saw Harry's hand go over his forehead. "That can't be a good sign."

The burning stopped and Harry looked up at Ron. "I think..." He let his voice trail off and his expression became worried. It didn't take long for Ron to catch on.

"You-know-who?" Ron asked as he glanced down towards the dungeon. He looked to his friend, reading his face. "Well, if it is him I hope he isn't down there with Hermione."

"She'll be ok. He just have to her down there incase she is down there."

Something clicked in Ron's head. "You don't think Malfoy planned this do you? Maybe he is using her for bait. That way you'll go looking for her and he can catch you. Imagine what that would do for his relationship with you-know-who." Harry started for the stairs. "No, I don't think he knew otherwise he would have just stalled us when we were in the dungeon."

Harry stopped in his tracks seeing two chubby figures near the bottom of the steps.

"He's here?" Crabbe asked in a whisper. "The Dark Lord is here?" He paused. "How'd you find out?"

Harry and Ron ducked behind the railing and looked at each other.

"You-know-who... he is down there." Ron whispered.

Harry put a finger over his lips to quiet Ron.

"My dad sent an Owl last night." Goyle said. "I hope Draco changes his mind about being a deatheater while Lord Voldemort's down there."

"Come on," Crabbe said. "Let's go find him. One way or the other he will be a deatheater. I'm sure his father will convince him of that."

The two walked off into a passage way. Ron's eyes followed them never looking away until they were gone. Ron and Harry stood up, both, with uneasy feelings floating around in their stomach.

"So, he isn't a deatheater?" Ron questioned.

"Looks that way. I don't think his pals really are either."

As he started to the passage way Ron gave Harry a quick, worried glance.

"Don't worry Ron. We'll get Hermione back safely. I promise." Harry assured his friend. With that Harry and Ron entered the passage way, hoping for the best.

A loud sound of crumbling happened behind them. As the two spun around they saw their escape was now blocked by a wall.

"Damn Harry, he must be really anxious to meet you."

"More like to kill me..." Seeing the shocked look on his friends face Harry continued. "But he wont. He wont kill me, he wont kill you or Hermione. I wont even let him kill Malfoy."

"He's probably groveling at his feet right now."

They picked up their pace down the hall. "Maybe." Soon they were almost at a jog.

"It's kind of weird that we haven't met up with those two goons." Ron looked around suspiciously as he talked. "I mean, they move about as fasts as snails. The fastest they've run have been to dinner. And now I don't even hear them talking."

Harry cocked a brow at his friends comment. Just then he realized something. The thought made his heart pound. Had they been set up?

"Ron, remember last summer?"

His friend simply nodded.

"Remember that little assembly we had with our families for seventh years?"

"Yes! Yes! Just get on with it."

"Well as I recall Goyle didn't come." Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "And do you remember why that was?"

"Harry, his father had passed away..." Ron was totally oblivious to what Harry was trying to get at.

"I know that Ron. But just a few minutes ago he claimed that his father had sent him an Owl. How could he have done that?"

Ron felt a chill creep up his spine. "You're right. But wouldn't you-know-who know about his father?"

"Not if his father wasn't a deatheater he wouldn't."

"So you-know-who can shape shift?"

Harry nodded. "And this was all a trap. A really big trap. We can't go back and if we go forward who knows what will happen?"

"Well we can't just stop they might kill Hermione!"

"That's right boy," A stern voice came from far ahead in the shadows of the hallway. "Lord Voldemort has your precious mudblood. And if you come now with no struggles maybe she'll die a painless death. Otherwise we'll torture her slowly in ways you could not imagine."

"Lucius?" Harry questioned.

"Go forth to him Potter. The torturing starts now."

Through the halls a piercing scream was heard. Undoubtedly Hermione's.

"What now Harry? They'll kill us for sure no matter what!"

Harry Walked forward. "Hermione needs us right now."

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