Hermione woke up on the stone cold ground to a plate of stale looking bread and a dirty mug of water next to her. That had been the routine for the past five days now. She would spend her days sitting in a dark cell reading scraps of newspaper clippings the faint light of a lantern hanging from the brick wall.

There had clearly been a prisoner there before because she could smell urine in one of the corners and she could have sworn the small pile of ash may have been a person at some point.

Her leg was still hurting her badly after being unceremoniously tossed in the cage. She didn't think it was broken but something didn't feel right about it. It hurt whenever she tried to walk. There was blood coming from her head the first night she had gotten there but she managed to stopper it with a piece of cloth she tore from Ginny's red dress. She had no idea where her shoes or her wand was.

Today was the first morning she didn't wake up crying. She had had enough with feeling defeated and needed to find answers and a way out of there. She had no idea where she was and could barely remember the night she was kidnapped. She was in full survival mode now and all of her senses were heightened, straining for anything that could help her escape.

She held her breath and chugged the water, ignoring the bread. Even from a distance she could see some mold growing on it. She stood up and started to analyze her surroundings again. The ceilings were pretty high so it made it seem like she was in an attic of some sort rather than a basement. There was also a whistling sound coming from a small window high up confirming her beliefs- It was the wind.

She felt around the dark room for a way to climb but there wasn't anything stable to hold on to. Just then she heard hushed voices.

"Why does he want this mudblood specifically? There's plenty we can use for the ritual? I thought the Bode girl would be enough," said a small voice.

"I told yer, I don't know. Probably something ter do wiff that Harry Potter," said another voice.

The voices drifted away and she couldn't make out anything else they were saying. So they were going to use her to get to Harry she thought. She needed to escape and fast.

Her mind travelled to everything she could remember about her kidnapping. She had blacked out but didn't wake up in the cell. She was tied up somewhere else but wasn't sure where. She could remember hearing the cry of a bird but what kind of bird was it? It sounded almost like a phoenix but that was impossible.

She thought about Blaise and wondered what happened to him? The last thing she remembered was seeing him unconscious on the ground. She thought about Harry and Ron. They would surely know she was missing by now. An image of Draco suddenly popped in her head and her body began to tingle.

They were back in his library and he was watching her with interest and what seemed strangely like desire. She tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear nervously.

"So, where were we?" she asked referring to the small book in her hand.

Draco didn't reply but instead got up and moved closer to her. Heat began to rise between them. He traced her chin with his finger and she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he lowered his lips to her skin. A moaned escaped her as soon as he made contact and she felt herself melt into him wanting more.

What was happening?

She looked around but was still in the attic. Whatever she had just seen felt so real. She touched her neck and could swear she could still feel his lips there. It felt the same back from that day in her book store when she found that yellow book, but what did it mean?

She thought harder about Draco. His silver eyes and platinum hair until she could picture him perfectly.

"Draco," she whispered.

It took a few moments before she heard a reply that made her heart race.

"Hermione? Is this really you?"

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Draco had been in the middle of looking for Blaise in the underworld when he felt it. Someone was pulling his very essence. Before he knew it he was in his library back at home watching Hermione search through a book. It was yellow and old looking.

The only thing he could focus on was how beautiful she looked. He needed to get closer to her. Something inside him was begging to get closer to her so he did.

He was about to come to his senses when he heard it. She said his name. The sound vibrated throughout his entire being. It was like being out in the snow all day and finally settling by a blazing fire. He felt warm. But she was missing. How could he be with her now? Was it a trick?

"Hermione? Is this really you?" he called out.

His mind went fuzzy for a moment and when the fog cleared, he was staring up at a large house. It looked like it may have been beautiful at some point but was falling into neglect and decay. There was ivy hanging all over it and the wood needed a good coat of paint-or three. He tried to look through the windows but they were all blocked. There was one high up at the top of the house that was small and rounded.

The yard had bushes and tall grass everywhere. The coming winter was starting to kill it off. He turned around to inspect everything around him. Down the road there was what looked like a small grave yard and down the other direction was a church. But it was the house across the street that captured his attention most though. It looked like someone had blasted a hole through the roof and left it there. Draco took a step forward to analyze it more when everything went fuzzy again and he was back in the underworld.

What the hell was that?

He needed to go see Harry.

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Harry was sitting in the Auror's office waiting for Kingsley Shacklebolt. Since Hermione and Blaise's disappearance there were six more cases around London like Miss Bodes. They were all transported to St. Mungo's and died within the day.

The ministry was in total chaos now. He feared the same would happen to Hermione if they couldn't find her. This was all his fault. He should have been a better protector, a better friend in her life- all of their lives. But instead he shut himself up at Hogwarts. If only he had been there more for her, he would have more answers on who she was in contact with and who would want to harm her.

"Mr. Potter, there you are," said a strong voice. Instead of shaking his hand he pulled Harry into a hug patting his back. "Sorry to hear about Hermione, we are doing the best we can but there's something you need to see."

He took Harry to his office and shut the door behind them. In the middle of the room was a large orb floating in the air. It looked like a globe.

"What exactly is that Minister?" Harry asked.

"That Harry, is how we keep an eye on magical activity around the world. Areas in green are normal. Area's in yellow are places that we need to send someone to inspect it for potential danger and areas in red, well, you get the idea," Kingsley said hurriedly.

Harry circled around the orb interestedly. Most of it was green with a few spots of yellow here and there. The real issue was a tiny spot on the continent of Africa that was blaring red. Harry looked at the minister questioningly.

"That started happening about six days ago-just before you alerted us of Miss Granger's disappearance. It had been yellow for a while but everyone we sent to investigate came back with nothing. When it started to glow red, everyone we sent didn't come back at all. We think the deaths in London are somehow connected with whatever evil activity is going on over there. That's why I brought you in Harry. We need someone to go over there…"

Harry stared into the orb taking in everything. All of these occurrences were linked somehow and this may be the answer to getting Hermione back and maybe even helping Draco. It couldn't be a coincidence that Lucius turns up mumbling ancient Egyptian gibberish and now the Minister himself was telling him he needed to go that very place.