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(Hermione leaves through random portal)

Willoffire123:…I'm bored…on with the chapter!

Kid's POV

I woke up in darkness, every inch of my body aching in pain.

*Where am I?* I wondered. I couldn't really figure that out since I was frozen; I couldn't move an inch.

*I'm going to assume that I'm back in the book,* I decided, looking around at the endless nothingness above me. Nothing… absolutely nothing… such perfect symmetry in nothing… *NO!* I fought against it, but it was still coming back; the insanity that had nearly destroyed me the first time, I could feel it pressing in on all sides.

*Somebody… Liz…Patty…Maka…I don't think I can take much more of this,* with a blinding flash of light, I was outside the book, in my prison cell, at Malfoy Manor again.

"So," hissed a bone-chilling voice from the doorway. The figure moved into the room, illuminated by the dim light of my prison.

"This is Death the Kid," said Voldemort. I studied him closely. Voldemort had pale, grey skin, no hair, red eyes and two slits for a nose. I raised an eyebrow.

"I assume you're Voldemort?" I said coolly. For some reason, this earned me another blow to the head from Bellatrix.

"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord that way Reaper Brat!" she shrieked.

"Well it is kind of hard to take a guy with no nose seriously," I smirked.

"Crucio," hissed Voldemort, pointing his wand at me. I screamed. The pain was incredible! White-hot knives stabbing themselves repeatedly into me. The flashing light receded, lessening the pain just enough for me to be able to see Voldemort.

"I'll be back soon, Grim Reaper," he hissed with pleasure.

*This guy's sicker than Bellatrix,* I thought, repulsed.

"In the mean time, I think your weapon partners were looking for you. Neither of them have as much resilience to pain as you do. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how quickly they break? Noah barely lasted an hour before I killed him."

I looked up at him, rage coursing through me, cancelling out the pain.

"Where are you going you snake?" I growled. Voldemort chuckled.

"IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO LIZ OR PATTY I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!" I roared

"Bella, he's all yours," said Voldemort, disappearing into the shadows. Bellatrix took out a knife along with her wand.

*This is going to hurt* I thought, wincing as Bellatrix slid the blade of the knife across my cheek, creating another cut.

"CRUCIO!" she shrieked in delight. I screamed as the white-hot knives pierced me again and again.

*Guys, wherever you are right now, be careful.* I thought desperately, already knowing I was now too weak to send out a proper soul message. Then everything faded back to black as I slipped out of consciousness.

Hermione's POV

"Today class, we will be brewing the draught of peace again," said Professor Snape during Potions class the next day. I had been paired up with Maka since Pavarti was in the Hospital Wing with a bad cold.

"I hope that this time the results will not be as-(he looked straight at Harry and Ron) abysmal. The pair with the best marks will receive no homework for the weekend. You may begin," he said, sitting down behind his desk to correct papers or something. I turned to Maka.

"You ready?" she asked me, a grin on her face.

I nodded.

"Then let's do it!" She said, punching her fist into the air.

AT THE END OF CLASS

Maka and I stood on either side of my cauldron while Professor Snape came around to inspect our potions. He stopped in front of Harry and Ron's potion. I crossed my fingers behind my back. *Please, don't let those two knuckleheads fail.* I prayed silently.

"Shockingly enough, you two have earned an Acceptable for this lesson," said Snape, regretfully. I grinned at Maka. Then Snape was in front of us. He spent a minute inspecting our potion, then he shot a look at Maka.

"Well done Miss Albarn. You and Miss Granger have earned an Outstanding," he said at last. I stared at Maka as he walked on to assess the damage done to Liz and Patty (their potion had exploded).

"Snape hates Gryffindors, especially Harry, Ron and me. I can't believe he'd actually give us an O," I told Maka as we left the classroom, the only ones with no homework for the weekend.

"Well, I might have intimidated Snape just a little back in Grimauld Place. He's scared of all of us from the DWMA," said Maka sheepishly. "Anyway, now that we don't have any homework for Potions, that gives us more time to come up with a plan for rescuing Kid."

I cocked my head to one side. "Kid?"

"Death the Kid, but that's too long so everyone just calls him Kid." Maka explained.

"Ummm, won't that cause problems for him when he gets older?" I asked.

"Well, by then he'll be a fully fledged Grim Reaper, the current Grim Reaper, or Lord Death as we call him, won't be able to continue being the Grim Reaper once Kid unlocks his full power, Lord Death will fall into a comatose state and Kid will become the next Lord Death," said Maka.

"I see," I said, nodding to look like I understood. This is all much too complicated in my opinion.

"Yes, it's kind of depressing actually. The stronger Kid gets, the weaker Lord Death becomes until Kid finally takes over his father's job. Then the process will start all over again if Kid decides to have a child," Maka continued.

"I don't get it," said Ron, appearing out of nowhere with Tsubaki and the boys in tow. I jumped.

"GAH! Ron, you shouldn't sneak up on us like that!" I scolded.

"Hey, where'd Liz and Patty go?" asked Maka.

"Snape sent them to go get cleaned up by Madame Pomfrey after their cauldron exploded," said Tsubaki, eyebrow twitching. We all sat down at the Gryffindor table for dinner.

"Okay, now that it's the weekend we have more time to go rescue Kid!" said Black Star enthusiastically.

"We have permission to leave the school grounds to go look for Kid, but you guys don't," explained Maka. "That's where we need your help, we need you to help us get as much information out of Draco Malfoy as possible. Since Kid's being held at his house, Draco's bound to know something."

I nodded. "Right. I made a batch of Veritaserum over the summer. I've just been waiting for the right moment to use it."

Soul smirked. "I can get it in his drink, no problem. I just need a distraction."

"Did someone say-" said Fred, sitting down next to Patty.

"Distraction?" finished George, sitting down next to Ron.

"Yeah, it's kind of hard to explain but-" started Maka, but Fred shushed her.

"Say no more. We were about to use our fireworks anyway. Which should be going off in a minute."

I jumped. "Are you serious!" I said as quietly as possible. Thank god for some reason, mainly the author's terrible plot-development skills, I decided to bring a small flask of the truth-telling potion with me. I gave Soul the flask.

"Three drops of this stuff should be enough for us to get what we need," I told him.

'BANG!' the fireworks went off and Soul slipped out of the crowd in the confusion. Red, gold, green and yellow dragon fireworks, mixed in with shimmering sparklers soared into the Great Hall.

"Take cover!" shouted Fred over the commotion. We didn't need telling twice; these fireworks didn't seem too picky as to where they were going. The sparklers soared around the hall for a while along with the dragons until Umbridge showed up. Umbridge left five seconds later, shrieking as a magnificent, red and gold dragon chased her out of the Great Hall.

"Come on Hermione, We want to go see!" whined Harry, Ron and Black Star.

"No means no," I said firmly as the rest of the teachers managed to get the fireworks out of the Great Hall and the students back to their lunch. Soul reappeared.

"Done, the idiot took a giant swig of it as soon as I moved away from the table," he confirmed. At that moment, Malfoy got up, slipped away from his cronies and left the Great Hall.

"That was convenient," muttered Black Star as the selected interrogation group got up to follow him. (Me, Liz, Black Star, Soul and Maka.) We all murmured in agreement. What was even more convenient was when we caught him in an empty corridor.

"Incarsarus," I whispered, pointing my wand at Malfoy. With a tiny yelp, he fell to the ground.

"Drag him into the empty classroom," ordered Maka. Liz and Black Star obliged. Once inside, they dumped Malfoy onto a chair. Maka knelt down to his level.

"Tch, what do you Mudbloods want?" he sneered, only to jump slightly once he caught sight of Black Star cracking his knuckles.

"We have a few questions for you Draco," said Maka coldly, fixing Malfoy with an icy stare. "And you will answer them."

Malfoy gulped. Maybe the Veritaserum wasn't necessary after all.

"Now then," said Liz listlessly. "Where is Death the Kid?"

"At my father's house, Malfoy Manor," answered Malfoy. He glared angrily at Liz.

"What did you do to me? You filthy freak of nature! My father will have you-"

He never finished, Black Star had him pinned against the wall in a heartbeat.

"You wanna try and finish that sentence?" he hissed in a dangerously low voice. Malfoy gulped.

"So what if I do?" he said shakily, trying for his usual sneering tone but failing miserably. Soul chuckled.

"I wouldn't if I were you Draco. He may be an idiot," Soul looked down at Malfoy, having taken off his fake teeth, and gave him his best demon grin. "But he's still an accomplished assassin."

I nearly burst out laughing, Malfoy looked like he was about to wet himself.

"P-please, put me down. I'll t-tell you anything you want, whether you slipped me V-veritaserum or not," he managed. Black Star reluctantly put him down.

"Let's see, where were we?" said Maka.

"Can you tell us how to get to Malfoy Manor from here?" I asked. Malfoy looked like he was about to sneer at me, but after a look from Black Star, he answered.

"Approximately 10 miles North of Winchester Cathedral. You'll find your friend there."

"How did Voldemort (Draco flinched) find out about Kid? About the DWMA?" demanded Maka.

"I don't know. He's probably run into someone from the DWMA before now," Malfoy replied.

"Where are they planning to sell Kid?" asked Liz.

I could tell that this was a very touchy subject with her. Her meister was in grave danger and she and Patty received a message from Kid a few nights ago saying that Voldemort was planning on using Kid as a bargaining chip to gain power amongst influential organizations.

Malfoy looked up at Liz. "The Council of Witches."

Maka, Liz, Soul, Black Star and I stared at Malfoy in shocked silence.

"Or what's left of them anyway," he added as an afterthought. "Father mentioned that the two dealers were a snake and the witch Eruka."

"Medusa," growled Maka.

Black Star slammed his fist into the nearest desk, smashing it into splinters.

"That bitch just won't die!" he shouted angrily.

"Reparo," I said as calmly as possible, pointing my wand at the shattered desk. Then I pointed my wand at Malfoy. "Obliviate," I said, erasing all his memories of this conversation. Malfoy fainted, Soul and Black Star dragging him into the nearest men's bathroom.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is Medusa?" I asked tentatively.

"One of the most evil witches known to mankind," said Maka, the look of shock still plastered over her face.

"It's like Black Star said; she won't die," said Soul, and for the first time since I met him back in Grimauld Place, he looked worried. "We've already killed her twice, but she keeps coming back to life."

"Can we stop her?" I asked.

"No, it would be best for you, Harry and Ron if you stayed far away from Medusa," said Soul.

"But we want to help." I protested. "And even if I agree, Harry-"

"Will be torn apart by the insanity if he fights Medusa," snapped Maka. "Dumbledore hired us to protect this school, and to protect you three. As your bodyguards, we refuse to allow you into a fight that will get you killed."

"But what about you guys?" I asked.

"Every single one of us here at Hogwarts from the DWMA has some form of insanity within us. We're more immune to it than most," replied Soul coldly. I stared at them in shock as we filed into Defense Against the Dark Arts, sat down, and took out our Slinkhard books and quills.

"Hey," said Ron, slipping into the desk next to me.

"How'd it go?" asked Harry as he took out his book and quill on my other side.

"Fine," I lied. Instead of taking notes during class, I watched the DWMA students closely. If I really focused, I could sense some lingering insanity coming from each of them.

*Maybe,* I thought, starting to write, *Maybe this really is out of our hands now*.

Mwahahahaha! What will happen next? Will the gang find Kid? How's Medusa involved in this? What happened to the Book of Eibon? I have no clue. I'm making this up as I go. Review anyway! I WANT TO SEE THE NUMBERS CHANGE!