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Chapter 10 "History"

They started to stroll down the sidewalk and were just turning around the corner when they bumped into that man. Hermione let out a scream at the same time that the man pointed his wand at them.

Draco tried to run, but all of a sudden everything went black, and he could feel himself falling backwards, Hermione in tow.

"Finally." The man muttered. And that was the last thing that both Hermione and Draco heard before hitting the floor and falling unconscious.

Hermione woke up to feel a throbbing pain on her head. She still held her eyes closed, trying to fall back to sleep.

And then last nights events flowed back to her.

She sat up quickly to find herself on a large bed in a large room. The four poster bed was in the center of the room. The covers were all white and there were many pillows scattered around the bed.

She was confused, she tried to remember exactly what had happened the night before, but she could only remember looking at the man for a second and then nothing more.

She pushed the covers aside and slid her feet over them to stand. She saw that she was wearing a rather expensive looking gown. She frowned, wondering at how she had ended up wearing that. And then she shuddered trying not to think about it.

She ran to the door, but when she tried to pull it open she found it locked. She looked for her wand, but she couldn't find it anywhere.

Next to a closet was a chair with a beautiful dress on it. The dress looked to be fitted for a princess. Next to the chair was a small table with a tray on it.

Hermione made her way to the table. On the tray were some fruit and a note.

Ignoring the fruit, although her stomach was growling because of the hunger, she grabbed the note and read.

Good morning, Hermione

You might be wondering where you are, but don't worry, you will get your answers pretty soon.

I'm guessing that you already tried the door, and perhaps the window. But if you haven't I suggest you don't.

I will tell you however; that the door will magically open once you put the dress on.

I ask for you to follow the directions that are written on the back of this note and join me and young Mr. Malfoy for breakfast.

Voldemort

Hermione stood completely still, staring at the name at the bottom of the page. The note was formal and yet friendly. Hermione shuddered again, somehow doubting that the Dark Lord had such formalities.

It was a trap she decided. But she was still curious. And she wanted to know if Malfoy was alright.

So with a heavy sigh, she pulled the dress on. It fit snuggly around her waist, making her back pull straight.

She sighed again, finding it hard to breathe. But then the dress fixed it self over her, making itself the right size. Suddenly the door pushed open.

Hermione turned around, but found no one. But before she went to the dresser and grabbed a comb that was sitting on the surface. As she gave one brush suddenly her hair was…well, done. It was done in a half ponytail, but the curls were now pronounced more and it was longer.

She stared at herself, wondering why the Dark Lord was going through all of this. Feeling uneasy, she swallowed hard, took the note again, turned it around and followed the little map that was drawn on it.

As she walked through the long and dark hallways she wondered where in the world that place was. She thought of Draco and although she was trying really hard to not think about it, she thought about them sucking her blood.

It was a rather funny thing to well, think. She couldn't bring herself to imagine how they would do it. And she truly didn't want to know.

She then came to the dining room, or actually hall, since it was so long.

The first thing she saw was Draco sitting at the edge of the very long table. When he heard her come in he quickly stood up and winced at the scratching noise the chair made.

"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran to him. He looked somber, not knowing what to do. Hermione threw herself at him in a desperate hug, her arms sliding tightly around his neck.

Draco was surprised at her display of affection. He didn't know what to do. So he slowly slid one arm around her waist loosely. Then he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Hermione pulled back when she heard the tone he was speaking in. he sounded sad, guilty and defeated.

"What for? It wasn't your fault." She said to him as he looked into his eyes.

But he wouldn't meet her gaze.

He shook his head, finally looking at her. "I'm just really sorry."

"Draco, what…" but she couldn't finish because at that moment the door opened with a great force.

Hermione pressed her back against Draco, his arm still around her waist as she turned to see who had entered the dark room.

"Ah, you did come." Came the voice of him.

Hermione gasped as she saw her enemy standing a few feet in front of her. she nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and caution.

"I was debating what to do if you had chosen not to come." He said again.

Hermione shuddered at the threat in his voice.

"What do you want?" she asked harshly, her voice, to her dismay, shaking.

"I thought you knew."

Hermione was playing dumb, no doubt about that. But she would do anything to prevent her death, or at least prolong it so she could find a way to scape.

"No, I don't."

"Then I would think that you are not as smart as I thought."

Hermione shrugged. "Yeah, well. That's just to sad," she said as if she was talking to, well just not to her enemy.

The Dark Lord chuckled darkly. "So it is you." He said simply.

Hermione arched an eyebrow and then smirked lightly.

"Who else did you expect me to be, him?" she said sarcastically pointing at Draco.

Three things happened then, the smile that the man in front of them was holding fell, Draco stiffened behind Hermione, and Hermione knew that she had gone too far.

"Feisty." Was all he said, still with a serious expression. "No doubt I've got the right girl." He said, the smile now returning to his lips.

He then gazed at Draco. "Thank you, Draco. You are dismissed."

"Wait, what?" Hermione asked Draco as she turned to him. He glanced down at her, his expression cold.

He took his arm back and was starting to walk past Hermione, but she grabbed his arm tightly.

"What's going on" she asked in a low voice. But Draco only looked at her, his eyes pleading, but his face still.

She took her hand off from his arm as if she had been burn.

"You…" she gasped, now understanding what was going on. She took a step back and looked at Draco with disgust.

The man laughed again, finding humor in the naïve girl.

Draco just stared back at Hermione, then cleared his throat and walked out of the room.

Hermione felt like crying. She had never felt so sad and mad before. She thought Draco was supposed to be watching her, taking care of her.

'But he is a Malfoy, after all.' She thought to herself. 'They don't change. He didn't change. Never had, never will.'

She stared back at the man. He was still smiling with delight. He then took a seat at the head of the table and gestured to his right for Hermione to sit where Draco had been seated a while before.

But Hermione looked at him defiantly.

"Sit." The man growled.

But Hermione stayed where she was.

The man smiled again. "You truly are brave," he noted. "But it is a foolish bravery. Wont do anything for you. I can guarantee that."

Suddenly food appeared on the table. The man began to put things on his plate.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged.

"Why am I here?" Hermione asked.

"You already know who you are, don't you?" he asked, not looking at her.

When Hermione didn't reply he smiled again.

"Yes, I think you do know."

"Are you going to suck my blood?" Hermione asked suddenly, not knowing what had come over her.

He laughed lightly.

"That's rather grotesque." He said wrinkling his nose.

"Then?"

"I need you"

"For what?"

"You are a part of the puzzle. The most important part, I would say."

"What puzzle?"

"Well, it's more of a map."

"A map for what?'

"One that leads me into victory. You have the power that I need."

"And you want it."

"Yes."

"How will you get it?'

"By drinking your blood."

"You get my power by drinking my blood?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I find out how to get your powers."

Hermione stared at him, not understanding. The man smiled at her confused expression and continued to explain.

"By drinking your blood I get your memories."

"Why do you need my memories?"

"It has been more than a century that my family has been looking for you. Just when we get a lead of where you might be, you disappeared. Then we found out about the necklace.

It seemed rather smart, to make that. But then rather foolish if it got stolen. We wanted to know where you were. My ancestors already knew the kind of power you had, and they wanted to know how it was that you got it. We also wanted to know who was protecting you. It took us some time to figure out that it was Dumbledore and his family. So we knew that you had to be a student at Hogwarts. Then we started to study each one of the students. You were the smartest one, and therefore had more potential. We kept an eye on you, but we weren't sure. So we concentrated on getting the necklace.

When your friend, the Weasley boy, was dead, we figured that Dumbledore would try too keep you safer. Would do anything to keep you away from me. So after I heard that Potter had put you on a plane to America, I had a strong feeling that it was you. So I sent Draco into finding you. I still wasn't sure it was you, but I didn't want to risk you getting away. So he would keep you safe for me."

After hearing all of that Hermione had leaned against the wall, not knowing what else to do. She still couldn't believe that Draco had betrayed her.

The she remembered all the things that Draco had told her. About Dumbledore giving him the mission of keeping her safe. Had he lied about that? But he had seemed so honest. But then again, that's what good actors did. Lie, and be bloody good at it.

She then tuned back to what the man was saying.

"After I got the necklace I confirmed that it was you. So I was trying to make Draco bring you back, but for some bloody reason he evaded me. In the meantime, I did some research on you. I read all of the notes my ancestor had left, and I came upon a very interesting one. It said that you no longer possessed all of you power. It said that you had shared it, in an attempt to keep it safe.

the way he had put it was that just like every treasure chest had a map or a key to open, you possessed your own. And that key was another person. The problem is, that we don't know who that person is."

Hermione almost smiled. For some strange reason she felt happy. So they needed another person to get to her power. And she had no idea who that person was either. So that meant that they couldn't do anything to her. She suddenly had hopes, but when he spoke again, those hopes chattered.

"Which is why I need to drink your blood. To get your memories of who that person is."

Now Hermione almost cried.

"And how will you know who that person is? If I shared my power with them in one of my past lives, and have seen them in my past lives, how would you know who they are right now?" she asked.

She wondered if he understood her question at all, but when he nodded and smiled a small smile, she knew he had.

"On one of the other notes my ancestors had left, I found a reference to a book. I think it's called Mysteries: reincarnation. So I started to read it. And something that I noticed is that it said that no matter how much the person changed physically, the eyes stayed the same. They would have the same gaze and color."

Hermione snorted. The man looked at her sharply.

"So… you get their eye color, so what. There are thousands of people in the world. Will you go looking for those eyes?" she asked with a smile of her own.

To her surprise, he smiled too.

"Yeah, I thought about that too. But no, I wouldn't go searching for those eyes. I'm hoping to find a small clue of who it could be. Besides, my own grandfather left a note saying that whoever you had shared you power with must always be close to you."

"So you will search the eyes of all the people I know?" she asked incredulously again.

"Like I said, I'm looking for a clue." Having said that he suddenly got up.

"So Ms. Granger, I'm sorry that you did not enjoy your breakfast, since it is the last one you will probably have. But either way. You don't have to be afraid for today. Tomorrow we begin the ritual." He said walking out of the room and leaving Hermione there.

Suddenly two tall masked men in black came into the room, each of them grabbing her by the arms and half carried her to her room.

After she was roughly pushed inside the door locked again. Hermione hit it with frustration.

"How dare he? He will pay" she kept on muttering to herself.

She went and sat at the edge of the bed. Tears of rage were now falling down her cheeks. She cursed Malfoy down to the blistering fire of hell.

She then lay down on the bed, and cried herself to sleep.

So there is chapter 10. hope you enjoyed it. I know that some of you predicted this, but I'm not done yet. There will be more things coming!!

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