Sent Diligo

Summary: Hogwarts directed the students to set up a play and create its own plot, cast, and script. They create a play with a main characters of Allyran (played by Hermione) and Eroquin (Draco) where they are mortal enemies cast away to another time and place. In the new surroundings, a romance blossoms, but can they get back? The play excites the whole school - but when the plot becomes reality, it must be stopped. HGDM

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.


thanks to Kandygurl4, mysteriouscharm, and Isabella Black for reviewing.

also, thanks to bookwormj and Kandygurl4 for voting.

mysteriouscharms: okay, this is what happened (lol)

(chapter five)

1) Hermione (Allyran) becomes engaged with Draco (Eroquin)

2) Harry and Ron learns that it'll be very difficult to bring Hermione and Draco back to Hogwarts

3) Apparently, Draco and Hermione will marry in the future. After their marriage, she writes the book Sent Diligo: Hogwarts Play - How I Survived. The book appeared in both Draco and Hermione's bookshelves.

4) Xionis rapes Hermione, and Hermione finds comfort in Draco.

5) A man and a woman aren't supposed to meet alone, and someone (who is not Xionis) finds Hermione and Draco alone together and tattles to the world.

(chapter six)

1) Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all read the book Sent Diligio: Hogwarts Play - How I Survived

2) They find out that Mayhemic Shimforth (Eroquin's cousin) was the one who tattled Hermione and Draco's meeting (see above #5)

3) Mayhemic tries to steal Eroquin away and she is cursed by a witch/wizard and drowned.

4) Harry gets mad at Ron

5) Hermione finds a book called Creation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Does that help clear things up a bit? I've never been able to express myself clearly. In acuality, I babble on and on and I forget what I'm talking about and no one's listening to me... lol.


From Chapter Six:

"Who knew all this?" Draco asked in wonder.

Hermione shrugged and pointed to the title. It appeared that Marcus Flint – True Pentalis Creator was only a subtitle. The real title was something else. The real title was Creation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.


Chapter Seven: Play in Turn

Hermione opened the cover and read the first page aloud in a strong, clear voice. "As stated in Hogwarts: A History, the first edition of the Creation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry series, Hogwarts was created by four founders – Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffendor, and Salazar Slytherin, the four greatest wizards and witches of the age. However, because of the creation of Hogwarts, other places were created as well.

"One fine example was during the time of Professor Albus Dumbledore's years as headmaster. A school play was created, and two of the smartest witches of their age – Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy – were taken away to the time and place of the play in actual life. As this land was imaginary, it would be only too hard to bring them back.

"The creator of the land, Pentalis, was named Marcus Flint, Slytherin house. He was the head director of the – "

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah… okay. Could you just skip all this stuff 'cause we already know it and get to the real part?"

Hermione scowled but obliged, flipping over several pages of the book that talked about the play, its creation, what happened during the play, what happened at the play, and who Marcus Flint was. She finally stopped and pointed to a paragraph and began, "Granger – " She stopped reading, interrupted by an abrupt noise. A person came strolling in. His eyes swept the dungeon, suddenly spotting them.

"Two lovebirds, eh?" he asked, smirking at them. "And what have you found?"

Hermione cleared her throat and stood up. "When we heard a witch was amongst us, we remembered that we heard a whisper about the witch in town before. We came down here and found this book, sir. With it's aid, I'm sure we'll be able to catch the witch within this week."

Draco stared at her acting, amused. He watched for the guard's reaction.

"That book," the man spat, "is nothing but lies! It's title, for one. Who is this 'Flint' that the author seems to be calling the Almighty God? How can he create anything? And what, may I ask, is Hogwarts? Nasty, horrid, stupid name, if you ask me."

"We weren't asking you," Draco said coolly, glaring at the guard hard in the eye. The guard shuddered slightly under the hard tension between them but quickly regained position.

"Do you want to take this to the king?"

Draco stood up and walked out the cell door, grabbing the guard by the collar. "If you will, I will." He threw the man down and he stumbled, then standing back up.

"Give me that book," he snarled as he snatched the ancient book away from Hermione who just came out to see what was going on. The guard tossed the book into the dim torch, and there it burst into flames.

"Oh no!" Hermione whispered frantically. "Oh no…" Draco grimaced and turned his attention back on the guard.

"Do that again, and I swear I'll be violent… this time doesn't count." With that, he strode away, beckoning for Hermione to follow. Hermione nodded, gave one last glance at the now-ash burnt book, and hurried away after him.

It was a quiet journey back up the stairs. No one spoke. The awkward silence held between them stayed steady and the tension grew. Their steps on the stairs were heavy. At last, Hermione said, "We'll go back then?" Draco nodded.

"I'll go back to the Shimforth," he said. "You stay here." Hermione nodded. When they reached the library again, Hermione headed one direction and Draco headed the other. Not a word was said between them – not even a "fair well."

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Harry was at the Quidditch Pitch alone, watching the night sky. He had planned to go to Hagrid's, but changed his mind and decided to remain by himself. He didn't feel like talking then. Finally, deciding he had enough quiet, he turned around and began to head back to Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry, you know," said an all too familiar face. Harry turned around and saw Ron standing there.

Harry smiled weakly. "I know. I was just really frustrated. I know you feel the same."

Ron shook his head. "No, you were right. You lost your grandparents, your godfather, one of your best friends. Merlin, I mean, wouldn't you rather lose like…"

"Malfoy or Dudley?" Harry asked.

"Like Malfoy or Dudley!" Ron finished. Harry laughed slightly.

"Yeah, that would be good for a change," Harry said, thinking about it. "But without Malfoy, we couldn't carry out the Order plan." Ron nodded and stayed quiet for a moment. So did Harry.

Ron sighed. "Do you – what do you think about the Order assignment?" Ron asked finally. Harry shrugged, at a loss for words.

Harry heaved deeply. "I don't know," he replied after a long moment of silence. "I think – maybe – I don't like it. It's risky. I mean, I know that Great Daddy Malfoy (A/N: Lucius) is in Voldemort's inner circle, but trust Malfoy to get all the information out of it? What if Great Daddy Malfoy finds out and tells Malfoy a bunch of crap?"

Ron shrugged. "Dumbledore could tell."

Harry shook his head and said mournfully, "Malfoy's father would only have to say one word, Ron: Imperius."

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Hermione sighed as she turned over another page in the book. She searched the library and there was nothing new to add to her knowledge. She touched her sleeve, which was wide and open at the end but had a firm grip on her skin from the shoulder to the elbow, knowing that it held the ashes of the book in a small bag. It might prove handy.

"You know that books don't always hold an answer for everything," drawled a familiar voice behind her. Hermione closed her eyes and winced. She didn't want to face this person just yet. At long last, she gave up and turned around to face him.

"Xionis, what more do you want? You've already tortured me 'til the end of my days, now let me have my peace!" she said. Xionis smirked and shook his head. Hermione glared, but Xionis' gaze remained undaunted.

He walked around her like a stalking bird. "Now why would I do that? It's just too fun to… what's that word?" His smirk widened. Hermione flushed and refused to listen.

"Stop it," she demanded. "Stop it right now or I'll report you."

"They won't believe you," he said into her ear. "Think about what you've already gone and done." Hermione wanted to protest but she knew he was right. Sighing, she gave up and drew a mustache on him with her quill. She giggled and left while Xionis stood there, scowling.

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Hermione knew better than to gloat about drawing the mustache on Xionis. It wasn't a very ladylike thing to do, but she was proud of it anyways. He would always come around with a scowling face, his hand to his mouth, trying to hide the mustache Hermione drew. Everyone knew, though, and even though it was undignified, they all collapsed into silent giggles.

"So you did that?" Draco asked from behind her, motioning to Xionis' face. Hermione spun around, laughing and nodding at the same time. Draco smirked slightly. "It's a childish thing, but he deserved it."

Hermione glared and pouted. "You calling me childish? Huh?" She threw daggers at him. (Not literally.)

Draco shrugged and nodded. "Something by the lines of that, or maybe exactly by the lines of that." He smirked while Hermione scowled. As he began to leave, he had one last question that popped into his mind. "By the way, Granger, is the ink permanent?"

Hermione stared and shrugged. "It's from Flourish and Blotts, Everlasting Ink."

Draco smirked. "It'll never come off."

Hermione stared, shocked. "Are you serious?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, Granger, it's Everlasting Ink. Of course it's not permanent!"

Hermione's mouth formed a small "o" as she began to comprehend what was happening. Then, her look of realization faded away quickly as the event dawned on her. Horror came into her face. "Oh my gosh, if it never comes off…"

Draco smirked at her. "If it never comes off, then they'll wonder why. You possessed the ink. They'll know who you are. Remember, I didn't do it."

Hermione groaned in frustration. "But I swear, I never bought Everlasting Ink! It was just there on the library desk!" she yelled at his retreating figure, but he ignored her. That no good prat! All he did was care about himself. Stomping her feet in anger, Draco called over his shoulder, "Another fine example of how childish you are!" Hermione pouted, staring after him, and left.

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Hermione thought. Could she take the spell away? It was too risky, in case of getting caught – it was better just to say that an old lady sold her the ink… Hermione smirked. She could also steal a bottle of ink from Xionis' desk, dump the contents out, fill it up with the magical ink, and say it was Xionis'. Hermione smiled, knowing that that was exactly what she was going to do.

After committing her "crime," she opened a book to read. Only moments later, Val came in.

"My lady, the play will be starting any moment now! Come along down!" she said.

Hermione stared at her blankly. "Play?" she repeated.

Val stared at Hermione. "Of course! The one we told you about just last year! It's finally here, come down!" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows as she followed Val to the play. The room was already dark when she got in, and the stage was lit by torches. Val brought Hermione to her seat which, amazingly, was right next to Draco Malfoy.

Hermione feigned surprise. "Oh! My dear Lord Shimforth, I never dreamed that you would be here, too!" she said overdramatically.

Draco scowled. "Shut up," he murmured. Hermione smirked.

"What do you think the play will be about?" she asked. Draco shrugged, but just as he was on the verge of answering, the play began.

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced the man in an English accent, "we would like to perform for you a very popular play today called Sent Diligio, meaning Sent Love." Hermione's breath was caught in her throat as she stared. She turned around to see Draco's expression, only to find the same astonishment cat upon his face. The man babbled on. "…two enemies from Pentalis are sent away into an imaginary world of witchcraft in wizardry, and not just anyplace, but magic's greatest school, the imaginary Hogwarts, with the infamous legendary wizard Albus Dumbledore as a headmaster. Here, they find love, and at last the potion that was being brewed is completed."

"My god, who invented this play?" Draco murmured to Hermione.

"I'm guessing a Seer," Hermione whispered back. Draco rolled his eyes and was about to respond when the scene was set up.

A girl named Narylla was walking along the park when Niqueor strolled up to her. "So, Narylla, how have you been doing?" he sneered.

Narylla scolded. "Better than you," she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

Niqueor smirked. "How would you have known of my doings?"

A smile played upon Narylla's lips. "I know all," she said, attempting to sound all-knowing, but failing miserably. Instead, it sounded sneaky and sly with a touch of cleverness behind it all.

"Well that shows how much you know. Apparently, you and your stuck-up friends, Wesley and Patricia, is that what their names were? Anyways, apparently you three have gotten into… a bit of mischief this year. I, on the other hand, had a perfectly relaxing vacation in – "

"I don't need to know about your doings!" she snapped at him.

Niqueor smirked, knowing he touched something personal. "Well, I'll remember that next time I meet your beloved – "

"Shut up!" Narylla interrupted again. She glared daggers at him.

"Hey look!" Niqueor said, feigning astonishment, pointing down at a red bud in bloom. "It's like your heart – it's blooming, but before long, it'll die." He snatched up the flower and offered it to Narylla. Scolding, Narylla picked up a withered brown flower, handing it over to Niqueor.

"Well, look 'e here! This is just like your heart – you never had one." Niqueor scolded, but before he could come up with a witty comeback, the flowers took them away to somewhere totally dark. (A/N: I would have said that the flowers were glowing, but as they can't practice magic and their technology isn't really modern, everything just goes black. Bear with me! XD)

"Am I dead?" Narylla asked.

"Yes you are," Draco responded under his breath. Hermione gave him a sharp kick as he gave her in return an innocent look.

"NARYLLA?" Niqueor yelled in the darkness. "Of all people I'm stuck with in this dark, it's you?"

"I wouldn't be too happy about it either," Narylla said, a clear scolding in her voice. The lights flickered back on, and they were inside an enchanted castle with students in black robes sweeping the halls. They looked down at what they were wearing. They, too, were wearing the same uniform. Niqueor wore a green badge with an 'S,' whilst Narylla wore a red badge with a 'G.'

"What do they mean?" Narylla asked, referring to the badges.

"Well, I would've asked you, but seeing as you're also asking – "

"Hermione!" The real Hermione jumped, then realized it was the name they were using onstage. "We've been looking all over for you! Where've you been?" A boy with jet black untidy hair came into view.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered while Draco whispered "Potter?"

Narylla asked timidly, "Who are you again?"

A redhead with freckles came up beside the kid with jet black hair. The first one said, "I'm Harry, remember? And this is Ron…?"

"Harry, what are you talking about? Of course she knows who we are!" the redhead scolded.

Narylla smiled nervously. "Err, sorry, I just had a mental blackout for a moment…"

Ron choked back a laugh. "Hermione, having a mental blackout? That's a first."

"There's a first for everything," Narylla scolded. However, Ron wasn't paying attention. He was staring past her at Niqueor.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron spat.

"Can't I be where I want to be?" Niqueor replied coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"This, in case you haven't noticed, is right in front of the Gryffendor common room, and need I to remind you, you belong to Slytherin?" Ron said angrily. Narylla whispered a quick "Oh!" when she realized what the badges meant.

Niqueor smirked coolly. "What's it matter to you?"

"Because we're Gryffendors. Get that to your thick mind," Harry said, scolding. "And where are your bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle?"

Niqueor shrugged. "Digging out in the feast, probably, but don't go on finding them, no. If you're hungry, there will be plenty of scraps left for you in the pig den." With that, he strutted off.

"Pig den?" Harry repeated. "There's no pig den nearby."

"Come on, Harry, Ron," Narylla said, dragging them along. "Uh… where's the door?" she asked, staring at the portrait. When the portrait moved, she jumped.

"Hermione, you're a better actress than we thought," Harry said, shaking his head. "The portrait's the door, remember? The Fat Lady? Really, what are you playing today, stupid?"

Ron shook his head and joked, "What are you talking about, Harry? She's always stupid!"

"I'm smarter than you," Narylla said, scolding. Ron shrugged.

"Asparagus peas," Ron said as the portrait swung forward, admitting entrance. (A/N: couldn't think of a password, so sorry!) Narylla gasped as she saw the work of magic. "Honest, Hermione, you act like you've never seen magic before."

"Magic!" Narylla yelled in surprise. "We have to report this immediately – " She stopped as soon as she realized the whole common room was staring at her. She smiled nervously. "Gotchya?" she asked hopefully. Most shrugged and rolled their eyes, returning to what they were doing, but some kept staring at her. She smiled sheepishly as the rest of them continued their work as if nothing happened.

"Really, what's up with you, Hermione?" Ron asked. Narylla shrugged.

"Err, it's just that… I think spending so much time with Niqu – I mean, Malfoy – kind of… got into my head," she said hopefully. Ron and Harry just shrugged with a disbelieving look in their eyes, letting the subject drop. Narylla sighed thankfully.

Ron shook his head. "Well, really, the ferret is a big, pompous jerk."

Draco scolded. "I resent that!" he said harshly. Hermione smiled.

"I don't." Draco glared at her. She shrugged it off and continued watching the play.

The play was over and the feelings of hate renewed between them. Both avoided each other, but Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit upset.

He's really changed, she thought to herself. He's not like that 'big, pompous jerk' anymore… but… he always did torture me throughout the years of Hogwarts… She argued with herself, finally giving up, both sides forfeiting. She drank a cool glass of water to ease her mind.

She strolled out into the gardens to breathe in the fresh air. She wandered over to the marketplace to listen to the crowds, and then was met by Draco… again.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" Draco asked harshly.

All sides that defended Draco quickly disappeared from Hermione's mind. "What's it look like to you?"

Draco sneered. "Looking for the lost, perhaps?" Hermione cast him a confused look. He shook his head in disapproval. "Well, let's see. Granger, at least known to be the smartest witch in Hogwarts, doesn't' even know what she's missing?" Hermione frowned. Draco withdrew her wand from his trench coat. Hermione glared.

"Give it back," she said in a dangerous tone.

"What if I don't want to?"

"You will give it back, or I'll hex you to obli – " She caught herself, knowing she couldn't hex people without her wand. "Just give it back."

"No."

Hermione glared at him, then snatched her wand back when he wasn't looking. "I'm going to hex – "

"Oh, you wouldn't do that," Draco said smoothly without flinching. "You see, there are tons of people about, and when you cast the spell, you'd be drowned for sure." Hermione scolded.

"I didn't need a full-out lecture."

"You seemed like you could do with one."

Hermione glowered, then dragged him out where they would be alone. "Next time, before you talk, think twice about what you're going to say." She pointed her wand at him. She began to say the spell when someone from behind stopped her.

"My, look 'e here. A 'lil witch tryn'a cast a spell on sum poor ol' man," a voice sneered behind her. Hermione frowned in worry and disappointment; Draco frowned at being called a 'poor ol' man.' The peasant voice continued. "An' not jus' any peasant off de streets like meh! Oh, no. She decided teh take out on 'er own to-be husband. What'll the king do wen he find's out 'bout dis?" Hermione finally found the strength to spin around. She stumbled backwards in shock, falling into the arms of Draco Malfoy. The chicken dance song started to play. Hermione scowled, remembering that Flint had ordered that particular song to be played at the moment. ("Thought he'd be funny, huh?" she had thought previously.)

"Zabini?" she asked, not thinking, her mind focused on the song.

The hunched man stood up straight and threw off his peasant's disguise. He was marked by the ink mustache. "Zabini? Who is this 'Zabini' you keep referring to? It sounds like a vegetable to me, goes right in with the broccoli's and the celeries and the peas – "

"Okay, I'm sorry, Xionis, which goes right along with the idiots and the mustaches and the bitches – " Hermione shot back, still in Draco's arms from the tumble.

Xionis scowled as a hand went up to cover the mustache Hermione had drawn earlier. "Shut up," he said, interrupting her.

Hermione feigned a gasp. "Malfoy, Xionis just said a bad word!" Then, realizing that he was still holding onto her, she blushed slightly and hastily stood up.

Draco rolled his eyes, not wanting to take a part in an argument for once. Of course, this argument could cost him his life.

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Time continued and passed along. Hermione was arrested and put under heavy duty guard. She'd be drowned the next day morning. Draco couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt, pacing around his bedroom. Irony. They were just about to get along when some ironic play shows up, turning them away as enemies again. If the play never happened, she wouldn't be arrested. But then… there were those stupid events.

Hermione never finished her curse on May the day she somehow drowned. Draco never cursed her, either. Which meant someone else cursed her, another witch, or perhaps a wizard. And the guard that destroyed the book in the dungeons was oddly familiar. Not to mention that he, Draco himself, had actually looked for himself to make sure that no one was around, even performing a small spell that enabled him to see through bushes, buildings, and things. It meant that the wizard had to have an invisibility cloak of some kind, and it all traced back down to one person.

He had to go see Hermione. Upon remembering her, a small smile played at his lips. He remembered earlier how she had tripped into his arms. He enjoyed that. He wanted her to stay, but of course she couldn't. The small smile flickered and died. He rushed out of the Shimforth Castle and out to the Pentalis Dungeons.

When he got there, he saw a man who was writing in a book. "Err, can I see Grang – I mean, Lady Liakke?" he asked offhandedly.

The man looked up. "She's dangerous, a witch! You should know, of all people!" he boomed. Draco smirked slightly. Of course he'd know. "She threatened you, you! Her fiancé! Believe it or not. She's under terribly heavy duty guarding…"

"I know, it's just that, you know, I just thought that I'd drop off some of the news that's been going around. Thought she'd like to hear some of it." The man smiled wickedly. He knew of the news that was going around. They all concerned Hermione, telling of foul deeds that she never did. Knowing her personality, she would probably hate to hear it. "I've also got an amulet," he supplied hopefully, "so I thought maybe I could talk to her alone? I mean, I know she won't be able to hurt me, she wouldn't, anyways. It'll just be a sooner death, you know, and this is a very high-classed amulet – "

"Okay, I get it," the man interrupted, the smile never leaving his face. "You may go ahead and see her. No more than half an hour, though, for she can be quite dangerous. I'll be giving you this note – " he wrote something down on a scrap piece of parchment " – for the guards." He handed it over. "Good luck and have fun."

Draco smirked and nodded. "I will," he assured. He ran down the dungeons, wondering how he'd find the heavily guarded areas. He smirked when he turned the corner and saw a big door with bolded letters printed upon it, "DO NOT ENTER. DANGEROUS. HEAVY DUTY GUARDING." Despite the warning, he pushed the door open and handed the note to one of the guards. The guard quickly read it and called everyone else off, leaving, but not before giving him directions to see Hermione.

Draco nodded and left without uttering even a small "thank you." He found her at the last cell. She was glaring daggers at him.

"Stop looking at me like that," Draco commanded.

She continued glaring. "Why wouldn't I? It's all your fault I'm in this mess!"

Draco sighed. "Okay, listen. I – I've got some news…"

Hermione laughed sourly. "Ha! Some news? Well let me tell you: I've got some news for you, too! You know, while I was distracting Xionis, you perhaps could have cast a Memory Charm on him?"

Draco shook his head. "Wouldn't work."

"And why, may I ask, wouldn't it?"

Draco was silent for a moment. Finally, he said. "You weren't the one who cursed May to her death."

Hermione's bitter eyes clouded with confusion. "May? Oh, you mean Mayhemic? Wait, so you did – "

"No," Draco replied firmly.

"Then who – "

"And when the book was burned," Draco interrupted again, "the book you found in the dungeons, that one titled Creation of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the guard that burned it – did he look or sound familiar to you?"

"Yes, but – "

"And when you used the Everlasting Ink on Xionis for a ink mustache, how you swore you never bought it but it was there anyways? How only a wizard could by it?"

"Yes, but – "

"And when you dragged me away so you could hex me, how both you and I were certain that no one was there without the aid of invisibility, but all of a sudden, here comes Xionis?"

"Yes, but – " Hermione began, but as Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively at her, her eyes widened and formed an "o." Realization finally dawned on her. "So I'm not the culprit. The witch – or wizard – would be…"

Draco nodded and withdrew his wand. "Alohomora," he murmured, pointing at the lock. He tried the door, but it didn't move. It was still locked.

"What – " Draco began, but he was cut off.

"Isn't this something," a familiar voice sneered at them. Draco turned around to face thin air, but then he saw a shimmering fabric. An invisibility cloak. "Two mortal enemies bound to be married – who both, apparently, turn out to be wizards. Now, to turn you both in…"

"No," Hermione whispered, deadly venom dripping from her voice. (A/N: I don't know why I'm putting this in here, but obviously, it is NOT literally dripping from her voice. Imagine if it was. Heh.) A jet of red light charged onto Xionis, knocking him unconscious. Startled, Hermione whispered, "Who did the wandless magic? I'm almost certain it came from the sky…"

Draco didn't respond, but he, too, was sure the jet of red light came from above. He wondered. No one else could have been the witch or wizard.

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Harry and Ron exchanged fives. Dumbledore had just called them to his office concerning Pentalis, telling them that they sent a jet of red light out ("Quite harmless and invisible to the Muggles, unless it lands exactly down upon someone, then they'd get knocked out for several hours unconscious," Dumbledore had said.) and found Pentalis. "Yes!"

"But, traveling there is a whole different matter, as is returning," Dumbledore said. "We've done one out of four parts – locating Pentalis, getting there, getting Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy, and returning. It might take awhile." The smiles upon Harry and Ron's faces drooped slightly, but they were at least pleased that they had gotten one step done.

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Thirty minutes were up. Xionis layed unconscious on the floor. "We're coming in!" the guards from the door said.

"Hold on!" Draco called back. "I'm almost done with the best part of the gossip!" He quickly murmured a spell that changed Hermione into Xionis' state and Xionis laughing madly, though he was unwilling, looking like a mad scientist. Draco feigned a realistic gasp, and said, "WHAT THE HELL – "

The guards barged in. They saw Hermione's unconscious state, Xionis' maniac state, and Draco's "astonished" state. One left to call the man from the front. When the man came and saw the situation, he commanded Draco, "Explain."

Draco willingly obliged, though not quite hitting the truth.


(A/N:) Arrgh. This chapter wasn't supposed to be so long. Blah. Right when I posted the previous chaptersaying that I had writer's block, I got an idea and was able to write some more.The chapter's really strange, but that's okay... I hope.The irony!Wah! Oh well.Hope to update soon!