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A/N: Well, that's the next chapter:-) I hope you'll like it. In the next one will be Harry and Hermione meeting in Hogwarts Express...
P.S. I know about grammar mistakes, my english, let's say is average...and I don't have beta for this story...so, I just hope that you'll understand what I've wanted to say. Thank you all for the reading. ( and don't forget to review too:-) Push the small button down there...
By the way, maybe somebody got the idea how I could torture Harry a little bit longer?And now, back to the story:-)
Granger,
Leave your house as soon as you read this. I have no time to explain, as I remember your parents are now in Italy, so, it will be quite easy.
You're now in London, go to Canary Wharf .Before her death, my mother bought me an apartment in "Ivory Tower". Thirteenth floor, M69. Door will open itself after you pull the doorknob. It will react on Malfoy blood in you. Only Malfoy could enter there. Don't worry about money, just look in the safe behind my mother's portrait.
In the safe, you will find a ring with onyx. It's a portkey. It will activate after you say a destination place. Use it on September 1st , that's the better way to get to the platform.
Somebody is watching over Burrow, and I have no doubt, that you are watched as well. Try to hide your traces.
Be sure you'll get safe there.
Malfoy.
Hermione put quickly Draco's letter in her jeans pocket and stormed to her bedrooms window. After about twenty seconds she spotted Kingsley Shakebalt, apparently today was his shift to watch after her house. However, something in the scenery outside was wrong. Malfoy was right. She quickly decided to follow his advice, but her main problem was auror outside. She needed to get out of there unnoticed. But he would follow her there…..so, she had to make up a plan. She quickly grabbed herwand ,purse and jacket and went outside to the car.
Her parents were gone to conference and she couldn't ask a permission to take her father's car. She went to garage and pushed the signalization button on her keys. Chrysler Crossfire made a small sound, reminding to driver to fast a seat belt. She drove out to the street and made her way to the London's center.
Ron's letter was left untouched in her room.
Kingsley could not believe to his eyes. He seemed to fail usually boring shift, and could not follow Granger anymore.
"Dumbledore is not going to like it…"- he whispered to himself, but when he came to a sudden realization. He remembered car's number and model, so, he could apparate near it. All he needed to do was waiting.
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"Why, master?"
Voldemort was sitting in his chair and looking at hi servants, Death Eaters. Bella, one of his best ones asked him a question on which he'd normally reacted with "Crucio", but not now. Her question made him think….
He definitely knew about his connection with Potter. He always used him when he was asleep, sending him different nightmares through his brain. But lately, after DOM events, he started to use their connection in another way.
He was absorbing all information, which Potter received lately and wanted to use it against him. Mostly this information was useless, but about month ago, he found out something more….Something, that could easily destroy Potter once and forever.
Another prophecy was made….he couldn't let Potter put two and two together. This was his last chance.
The One chose peace between the war- of Hell and Sky …and then he falled. But part of him was still alive; he made a promise –keep the light.
The One have falled from Hell as well, for choosing feelings: love and pain. But this was bit too hard for him -the love was real, the pain was real.
The Hate is holding Two of them, they fight for pain, they fight till death…
As soon as one will die or fall, the next will come and take his role.
They both will soon to take their parts, in humans and in wizard's lives.
They might have hid from human's sight but they are here, between the light.
He didn't believed to his luck at first. He found a "Light Keeper" before Potter did it. It was a surprise at start, but lately as he thought about it, the more clearly he understood.
Muggleborn and Potters best friend….she was the one he was searching for. She was strong and smart, brave and loyal…beautiful. He could feel her energy through his skin when she and Potter had this huge row. Oh yes, Potter was mad. But that was the best part. He sent her away from him, and that was a Big mistake.
Wizards never paid big attention to muggle history of religion. There always were Good and Evil, Hell and Paradise. Two completely opposites were pulled together to keep peace on Earth, defending those stupid muggles from anything paranormal. Another mistake…
Myths or not, he started to believe now, angels existed .And she was the one. Because of her powers, he was forced to break a contact with Potter couple of times, when she was near him. And that was strange, because lately he managed to read Potter's mind without him noticing. That meant that Potter's scar did not burned.
Angels could heal with their energy, and that meant, that if he even cursed twenty times Potter with AK, he would stand up twenty times in a row. Only when, if she was with him.
Voldemort smiled to himself, she would be his "Joker". But he had another problem, she couldn't help him alone. He couldn't let Potter to find another one. Devil's servant ….he or she …was maybe even more powerful than Mudblood was. Ability to sense danger miles away and hide from it were very high. "Little Devil" could easily hide Potter from his side, that even he couldn't find him….But only, if Potter knew who it was, but he didn't. Now they both were even in this department….
They both were much stronger together that apart, and were a strong force. Voldemort thought at the moment if she knew about her other part….Maybe, maybe not…He was yet to discover this….and now….
"Because I said so…. - he stood up from his chair, looking to the circle of his followers. - ….I want the girl…tonight."
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Hermione was driving her car from Wimbledon, where she lived with her parents to the London's centre. She knew, that Shakebalt wasn't stupid, and soon he could figure out and apparate to her car. She needed to change transport, and easiest place where she could hide from him was Oxford Street.
She knew, that she needed to contact professor Dumbledore first, but couldn't risk with her time and maybe with her life. She could be safer in that way. And what could she probably say? :" Sir, Malfoy kinda got a feeling and I kinda agreed and…well… that's it." That definitely would not work out.
Almost two hours later she parked her car in the street in stepped out trying to merge with crowd. Walking through people, she constantly looked back through a shoulder back. Five minute later in the one of the shop's window, she saw familiar figure walking behind her. She was right, Shakebolt apparently apparated here, but still couldn't find her in the crowd. She was going from Tottenham Court Road towards Oxford Circus, knowing that by the time she had reached Underground station, he would find her. She had to think and do it fast. She quickly entered in one of the shops and quickly took some leather boots with high steel heels, leather jacket (her size) and walked to counter to pay for them.
"Can I help you miss?" – asked politely girl at counter.
"Yes, -replied Hermione. - I will take these and…- she looked at the stand and picked up large black sunglasses. - ….this. And also, I want to wear then coming out, so would you be kind and pack my old clothes?"
"Of coarse miss. How you'll be paying: cash or credit card?"
"Is this good enough ,Lora?- asked Hermione reading girl's name on her shirt and taking out from her purse little black card with silver initials "GG" writing in it. She slowly put down card to the table. She saw how quickly changed girl's expression on her face. This girl was a witch, Hermione knew this by the special necklace that girl wore. Besides, she recognized "Gringott's" credit card. Girl quickly took her black card under counter and took out of there piece of parchment and moved it to Hermione with pen in her hand.
"It's 250 pounds total. –she said, and then added. - From which vault should we charge money?"
"Hell with it!"-she decided to herself.
"Malfoy vault, please." – answered Hermione.
"Undersign please, for removal of money from the account."
Hermione moved her hand to take a pen hoping that Dumbledore was right, and she automatically appeared in every paper like one of the Malfoy heir. She moved her hand once again, and wrote "Granger-Malfoy" on it. Couple of seconds later, parchment changed its color from white to yellow, confirming her identity. Hermione sighned with relief.
"Thank you for shopping at "Mango" miss Malfoy."- said girl with a smile on her face.
"It worked…- She smiled .-A girl could get used to this."
"Where could I change my clothes?"
"You could go in one of the free cabins."
Hermione entered in one of the cabin and took her clothes off, when she gave them to one of the sales clerks and changed in her new ones. She put her new leather jacket on, and pulled up its zipper, when she bossed her jeans in the boots and put her hair in a tight bun. Jacket fitted her perfectly as her jeans now, exposing her long legs thanks to her boots.
At the exit of the shop, she put her sunglasses on and walked in the street. Suddenly she bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry miss…. - said familiar voice to her. - She looked up, and saw auror looking at her. She was glad she wore sunglasses. - …That was my fault."
"That's okay…-she replied quickly before turning around and walking away from him.
"Thank Merlin, he didn't recognized me."
Couple of minutes later she entered subway station. She would ride one stop to the Green Park, take "Jubilee line" and then to Canary Wharf.
The Burrow:
"Oh. My. God."- said extremely surprised Ginny, when she saw Malfoy of all people in the kitchen wearing an apron.
"What now Redhead?-he said turning to face her. - "Never saw a man cooking?"
"Why do you need to cook? - She asked almost laughing.
"I want to eat, so I cook. You have a problem with that?"- He replied as he walked right to her.
"Usually, when mom cooks, you don't eat." Stated Ginny.
Yeah, only I somehow manage to throw all food up after eating it.- he thought to himself.-"I don't think, that should bother you Redhead. Will you excuse me?"- He said trying to walk past her and taking his apron.
She did not move, and blocked his way. "Say the Magical word. - she replied, and when grinned.-And maybe I'll let you out, without telling Ron and Harry what I just saw."
"Really?"- He leaned down to her ear, breathing hard at her neck. When, moving to her left ear whispered –"….Please…."
Ginny felt her feet melting feeling his hot breath on her skin. She lightly nodded and moved aside a little speechless, not really knowing what to say. Malfoy moved his head up, smirked and walked away.
Oxford Street, London :
"Where did she go? "- whispered Kingsley to himself. He made a few steps forward and bumped into some girl with shopping bags in her hands, when she walked out from shop. "I'm sorry miss….-He helped her to pick up her bags from the road. With the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of worn sneakers in one bag. …That was my fault."
"That's okay…"-she replied quickly before turning around and walking away from him. She walked straight to the Underground Station entry and disappeared in the crowd. She seemed to be familiar to him:" Her figure, her voice…she couldn't buy those sneakers in this shop, it looks quite expensive….only if she wore them before shopping…..could it be?"
"Granger girl!"- He exclaimed and ran towards station. He jumped through the border gates not paying attention of what station worker screamed to him. He saw her in the end of escalator and ran down by stairs trying to get her. Train already arrived at the station and she walked inside. Doors were already closing, but he managed to run inside of wagon. He saw through the window, that she as in the second wagon.
"Where the hell are you going?"
She stepped out at the next station and switched trains. So did he. This ride was longer; he pulled out one Lemon Drop and started to eat it. After about thirty minutes, she walked out of the wagon. He looked up and saw a sign. Canary Wharf. She started to walk faster, and he was trying to follow her, not wanting to lose her again.
She quickly stepped behind one of the colons, trying to catch her breath.
"Lemon drops…"- She smelled air once again and now was sure, that she didn't imagine this. "I guess he did recognized me after all." She looked from the colon once again, and quickly hide. She was right. She saw Kingsley standing in the middle of the hall looking desperately around himself.
"She was here just a second ago! Now, I'm dead."- But then he spotted entry in the underground shopping centre and started to go in that way.
"He's coming my way! What should I do?"- She thought desperately, only couple of meters and he would find her. But group of tourists who close her view on Shakebalt interrupted her. "Perfect."
She turned around and saw a second entry in another shopping centre. When group finally covered her up, she ran towards entry and quickly hides behind the glass doors. She saw him walking into another center. "Huh...That was close…." She turned around, walked to the escalator, and moved up to the surface. She looked up, and saw that she was surrounded by the big skyscrapers. She started to look around trying hard concentrating to read tower names. "Thank you Merlin, for that phenomenal eyesight." Finally she found one that she needed. "Ivory Tower".
She walked in building and started to walk to the elevator.
"Excuse me, miss?"
She stopped and turned around. Woman at reception table was looking at her.
"Yes."- replied Hermione and changed her way. Now she was walking straight to receptionist.
"Can I help you? Entry to apartments is strongly by list"
Only Malfoy could enter there.
Hermione put down her sunglasses "My brother owns one of them."- She said in the cold tone. "I believe I can entry without being in your list."
Woman stammered a little:" W…w…which one, miss?"
"M69. By the way, my name is Hermione Malfoy."-"Hermione Granger –Malfoy."- She corrected herself in her mind, but she needed to pull out the show, so, she continued.-"You can check, if you like."
Woman started to look through some files in her laptop. :"That's correct…- she turned pale- I am so sorry Miss Malfoy. I swear this will not going to happen again."
"Don't be. - She said and turned away. - By the way, I do not want any visitors. If anyone asks, I'm not here."
"Will be done, miss."
Hermione smirked and started to walk towardselevator again." Yes, being a Malfoy, even if only a part Malfoy pays itself well."
Elevator's doors opened and she saw boy standing in it. She stepped in.
"Which level does miss need?"- He asked politely.
"Thirteenth, please."
