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Hermione POV
My feet hit the ground and I'm thrown to the ground. My head was spinning and I have no clue where I am.
"Weren't expecting that were you, Mudblood?" Lucius sneers.
"Where's your Gryffindor courage now, eh?" Rabastan laughs.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, getting to my feet.
"Because you have stolen my son and he needs to know where he stands. You have made him bring shame on our family." Lucius says.
"No Lucius, you drove your son away by forcing him to become a death eater!" I snarled.
As quick as a flash, Lucius strode forward and slapped me, causing me to fall to the ground.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Lucius spat, as Rabastan grabbed me by my hair and dragged me backwards, chaining me to the wall.
"You've no Slytherin Prince to save you now, Princess!" Rabastan laughs, exiting the room with Lucius and leaving me in the dark.
'Please.' I plead under my breathe. 'Please help me.'
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Ron POV
Entering the library, I head for the pureblood section. There has to be something somewhere.
"Mr Weasley, what are you doing here? The library closes in half an hour." Madam Pince, the librarian states.
"I'm just looking for a book, I won't be long I promise." I say, hoping she'll leave me alone.
"Very well." She says, turning and walking back to her desk.
I walk down the isle and stop when I come face to face with the book I was looking for. I reach out and grab the old, heavy tome and sit down at one of the tables.
"Malfoy...Malfoy...Malfoy..." I mutter, skimming through the book, until I come across his name a list of his properties.
'Condition-
Burned down.
Bought over.
Knocked down.
Locked off.
Prime condition.
Prime condition.
Prime condition.'
"That limits the Malfoy properties to 3." I say to myself.
"Lestrange properties..." I repeat my actions, coming across the list.
'Condition-
Damaged.
Auctioned.
Derelict
Prime condition.
Prime condition.
Prime condition.
Prime condition.'
I slam the tome closed, burying my head in my hands, tugging at my hair.
"Seven possibilities!" I growl out. "How on earth am I going to manage this?"
I scribble down the addresses, slip the tome back in its place on the shelf and dash out of the library determinedly.
