Hehe, hey everybody. (stares at angry readers) Sorry for the wait. I had a bit of writer's block and real life got in the way but I am back and will be posting around every few days now.


Xave was once again weighing the pros and cons of his plan. The biggest problem is that it would most likely sever Harry and Hermione's trust in him permanently. As if he had it before.

Classes went through their monotonous structure until it came to DADA where he made a bit of a mistake.

"Okay, class," Moody growled, "we will be learning a bit more depth about the Unforgivables."

He then called students up one by one to be placed under the Imperius curse and attempt to throw it off. By the time it was his turn only Harry Potter had thrown it off. He smirked knowingly.

He walked up and waited. When he felt the calm of the Imperius try to take over his body he started to fight it. He heard a voice in his head telling him to hop on one foot so instead he looked out of the window. He felt his blood run cold as he saw his old enemy riding one of his stupid dragons.

The voice however was not giving up and it was getting more persistent and it was keeping him from the window. His mind emotions were getting out of control as his mind screamed for him to go and fight. Since there was something holding him back, his mind decided to eliminate that something.

Xave felt his Elemental powers rising as he fought to control them. He lost that battle big time. Mad-Eye Moody suddenly let out a yelp and let Xave out of his control. Xave turned to look at the retired auror as he desperately tried to put out the fire burning his wand arm.

Xave spared a glance out the window and saw that the boy was gone. Well, Xave thought if that was real then I have no time to lose.


Harry was extremely happy. He was finally going to have a normal year. Crouch had announced that no one above the age of seventeen could enter. Harry hadn't planned on entering but now he didn't have to keep telling people that thought the great Boy-Who-Lived could win the Tournament.

Harry was getting better at all sorts of different spells and it was all thanks to Hermione Granger.

Hermione. That name kept going through his head again and again and at times he found himself thinking of her. Sometimes she was smiling or laughing or just sitting there reading a book but she was always in his thoughts. Until someone, normally Ron, told him to stop daydreaming because they had classes or something.

Spending time with Hermione made him feel closer to her, maybe even more so than he was with Ron. This was probably why he had a very heavy heart when he learned that she had been lying to him.

Hermione had often told him that she was going to the library to look up spells or that she was taking out a book or something equally as plausible and Harry had always believed her without a second thought. He know knew that she had lied.

Harry had finished his work early one day and had decide to go and find Hermione in the library. When he got their, she was nowhere to be found. He had figured that she left early or something when Madam Pince motioned him over. He had wondered why she wanted to talk to him.

She was wondering why Hermione hadn't been in the library as much as she usually was. This shocked Harry to no end. According to Madam Pince, since the start of the school year Hermione had only been in here five times. Also, she hadn't been there for a week.

Harry had stormed out of the library with various feeling of betrayal at Hermione's constant lying. He had felt that she trusted him, but apparently he had been wrong.

When he had calmed down he began to wonder why she had been lying. She must have a reason, right? What didn't she want him or Ron to know about? Then it hit him like a bludger. A boyfriend. That had to be it.

For some weird reason, this made him feel ten times worse than the lying. He wasn't sure why but he did know that with this new possibility that he would rather shrivel up and die than confront her.

That's why she had no idea that he knew she lying repeatedly to him and Ron. That's also why he was extremely surprised when something happened differently.

Hermione had left to the 'library' as always but this time she didn't show up for dinner. Instead this first year came up to him and said that someone had told him to give the note to Harry Potter. The note said:

Harry Potter,

Harry, if you wish to see Hermione alive again, then you will go down to the dungeons, near the Slytherin Common Room. Oh yes I know you'll be able to find it and if you can't well too bad. Come only with Mr. Weasley or the girl will die the second I see anyone I did not want to come. Enjoy your dinner Harry. You have thirty minutes.

XXXX ZZZZZ

Harry's blood went cold as he handed the note hastily to Ron. Ron stood and they both left dinner immediately. Harry wondered who had taken Hermione. As he ran he decided he didn't really care, but whoever it was, was going to pay and pay dearly.


Hermione let out a soft groan. Her head hurt and she was laying down on something cold. She tried to remember what happened to her. When she did, she did not like it, she did not like it one bit.

Flashback

Hermione was sitting on a desk listening to Xave who was trying to teach her a spell that created a tornado. The room was an abandoned and unused classroom that had various wards and silencing charms on it courtesy of Xave. There were books and spare parchment thrown haphazardly on the ground and there were various chairs pushed to the back of the room.

"Okay," Xave said, "give it a try." She hopped off the desk and pointed her wand at the things on the ground.

"Tirius Irium," a small tornado formed, sucking all of the stuff in to it as it spun around and around.

Xave nodded once and she stopped the spell. She watched as he glanced at the clock before closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

"Hermione," Xave said, sounding cautious, "I know you still don't believe me about the Dumbledore thing but do you trust me?"

Hermione thought that this was a bit random. She thought it over and decided that she did not think that he would hurt her. She nodded.

Xave smiled. He turned and pointed his wand at her saying "Stupefy." Hermione was caught by surprise and she was easily hit by the spell. She vaguely heard Xave say "Sorry, Hermione, but you'll thank me later," before she lost consciousness.

End of Flashback

Hermione sat up, looking around. She was sitting on the cold, stone floor of the dungeons at a four way intersection. Xave was standing a bit away from her with his eyes closed.

Hermione knew that this was her chance. She took out her wand, vaguely wondering why he didn't take it. "Good morning, Hermione" Xave said, his eyes still closed. Hermione was so shocked that she almost dropped her wand and it was at that moment that Xave summoned it to himself. He opened his eyes and caught the wand.

"Give that back now, Zorac," Hermione said, acting braver than she felt.

Xave stared at her before shaking his head.

"My friends will come looking for me," Hermione said her voice trembling a bit from the cold.

"Counting on it," Xave said before pointing his wand at the torches as they all lit up. She was much warmer now.

"Why did you bring me here," Hermione asked.

"Hermione, you are bait for Harry and Weasley. At least that's what they think. I'm actually helping you-" Xave said but Hermione cut him off.

"Oh yes, because capturing me and using me as bait helps so much," Hermione said, her words laced with sarcasm.

Xave smirked, but before he could answer the sound of hurried footsteps filled their ears.

"Let the fun begin."


Yes, now Xave looks like a villain but is he? Of course not. You'll find out his resoning in the next chapter.

Next Chapter: Ron and Harry rush towards Hermione but the threat of death delays one but which. Some Ron bashing.