The letter
It still stood on a hill overlooking the village, every broken window fixed, every roof tile replaced; the only thing that was still the same was the ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine manor always a fine manor, it was easily the largest and creepiest building for miles around.
No one knew who, occupied the "Riddle House", they saw people appear and disappear from there but, they never saw who those people were.
Some say the wealthy man who owned the house died leaving his grandson the house in his will but, no one has ever seen him, some even say they've seem the tall, black haired, young man, watching them from his window and others say their hallucinating.
But there is one thing that the Little Hangletons agree on they all heard music play, it was only classical sounding very distant but it you could hear it all the same, every day at the same time midnight.
Now don't think this didn't disturb the people in the village hearing classical music at midnight every night, once an elderly man walked up to the house complaining about the music...
That man was never to be seen again.
Voldemort paced in front of the fire, his back to the door, a small glass of fire whiskey in his hand.
"My lord she is here."
"Finally! Send her in Wormtail." His cold voice echoing throughout the room
"Y-Yes my l-lord."
A slim hooded figure stepped into the room; she threw back her hood. She was so pale that she seemed to shine in the darkness of the room; her black hair (obviously dyed) streaming down her back gave her the look of a half drowned person. "My lord." She said, then flung froward she collapsed at Voldemort's feet "Master! She cried, forgive me! Forgive me my lord!"
Voldemort began to laugh. He raised his wand. "Crucio!"
The Death Eater on the ground withered and shrieked. Voldemort raised his wand lazily. The tortured Death Eater lay flat upon the ground, gasping.
"You disappoint me Bella. Get up! You asked for forgiveness, should you not know by now that I do not forgive, and I do not forget." Said Voldemort dangerously.
"I shall let you live Bellatrix, -
"My lord" she whispered. "Master ...thank...you ...thank ...you!" She scrambled froward on her knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robs.
"Crucio!"
"Do not interrupted me again Bellatrix! It may cost you your life!"
"F-forgive m-me my l-lord!" Bellatrix sobbed
"Hush!"
"You have failed me. You are as worthless as a mudblood! You are no longer an honoured follower but worthless piece of dung. To put it bluntly, Wormtail has more honour than you do Bellatrix. Leave my sight ... I expect more faithful service from you in the future, now leave!"
"Yes my lord ... you are merciful ... thank you!" Voldemort turned his back on her as she picked herself up from the floor and left.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort yelled into the fire.
"Yes my lord?" Wormtail whimpering voice came from the flames
"Find Nagini, we are to gather followers, people who can do things right, unlike you or Bellatrix! You will free the Death Eaters from Azkaban too GO NOW!"
.:. Meanwhile.:.
Cissa,
How are you? Draco and I are perfectly fine I assure you. I'm sure you've already been informed about our relationship, and I really hope you're okay with it
Anyway, Draco and I are coming home for Christmas break, and as you know Volldy has be sighted it's dangerous for some people to go home and we were hoping we could invite a few friends like, Pansy, Blaise, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Millicent to stay two weeks.
As The Halliwell manor is as protected as Hogwarts we'd be safest there.
Please write soon and tell us what you think.
With love,
Hermione and Draco.
Dear Hermione and Draco,
Of course I'm okay with your relationship! (I knew it would happen.) I've talked it over with Severus he thinks it's a wonderful idea to invite your friends.
But im sorry to say, we wont be here. Severus and I will be doing important work for the Order.
I've been asked by Albus to join as I've seen and know so much about the Dark Arts.
Although I'm sure we can trust Hermione to be in charge for two weeks right? Well that's settled then, come by floo we'll meet you in the living room in two days.
All my love,
Narcissa
"DRACO!" Hermione screamed at the (cute) boy sleeping on the green chair in front of her.
"What!...What's wrong?" Draco mumbled as he stood up in shock.
"Cissa said yes! We can invite them! I've got to tell them." With that Hermione gave Draco a quick kiss and left the common room.
Mia bumped into Harry on the way down to the Slytherin common room.
"Hi" he said softly as he sat down on the stair
"What's wrong?" Hermione said patiently
"I ...um...well" Harry stuttered
"Well spit it out" Hermione stated
"I think I like Pansy!"
"What? Are you kidding?" Hermione looked at him with raised eyebrows
"Look, I know I've been a complete git, about her but..." he started but Hermione cut him off
"That's the understatement of the century; if you think that a few simple words are going to erase the past six years think again, she's tougher than you think Harry"
"I don't expect her to forget all that, just hear me out and try to understand that I like her now, you got over what Malfoy did." Harry stated
"I guess, just be nice to her Harry or I'll have your head,"
"Of course"
"Anyway you're coming to mine in two days okay? Good bye."" Hermione waved and walked to the dungeons, which had changed considerably since Hermione had become a Slytherin.
It was brighter flowers on every table, silver candles in every corner of the room, Hermione had defiantly affected the Slytherins, unfortunately someone had gotten hold of her old Gryffindor uniform and it was now used so they could through darts at it.
"Pansy, Blaise!" Hermione yelled, disturbing the quiet Common room
"Mya what's up?" Pansy asked as she walked down from the boy's dorms with Blaise.
"You two are officially invited to the Halliwell Manor at break!"
"Really?" Blaise asked.
"Yeah really, um Blaise can you tell Gin and Pansy you tell Millicent to tell Ron ok?" without waiting for a response Mia left in search of her boyfriend, oh how she loved that word, boyfriend, boyfriend, "BOYFRIEND!"
"Looking for me Girlfriend?" a very amused Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her, in turn she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Finally he pulled away, "so do you always walk around screaming the word boyfriend?"
" I didn't realise I said it out loud! Is it my fault if I love the word boyfriend? " She said switching to defensive mode
Draco noticed, "if it's any consolation, I love the word girlfriend more." He said and kissed her again.
The next morning Draco and Hermione woke to find a stack of letters on their table.
"Just be glad their not howlers!" Draco said and Hermione just laughed.
"Oh my god. Draco look." Hermione handed him the daily Prophet.
"What?" he asked
"The head-line!"
Death Eaters escape again!
Early this morning, prison guards were shocked to discover, a mass break out newly arrested Death Eaters had escaped writes Rita Skeeter.
This reporter has dug deeper into the story to find that Minister of Magic; Rufus Scrimgeour was actually under the Imperius curse and ordered the release of the prisoners.
But of course new troll guards sensed something wrong and ignored the orders. Then finding the Death Eaters missing in the morning, Rufus Scrimgeour is the only suspect and had been given to the proper authorities...
Draco couldn't finish reading he almost broke into tears. His father (the git) was one of the escaped criminals.
"Draco, l-look at t-this." Hermione handed him her letter witch read.
Dear Miss Halliwell,
If I am correct in assuming, you have already read the Daily Prophet, we are now in more danger than ever before but we have formed a plan in which we ask you to help.
Of course you have the power to say no. But we ask that you think it through before answering.
As we said in the first meeting of The Order Of the Phoenix, we are to have a few go undercover as Death Eaters, Triwizard Cup selected those who would be most likely succeed and your name was the fist to appear.
If you accept to be part of this please go to the Potions classroom at 10:00 sharp on Thursday.
If you decline just send a note with the word "no" to the Order headquarters via Floo.
Thank you,
The Order of the Phoenix.
Draco stared at the letter in shock; he couldn't let his love join the dark side, alone! He'd go with her.
Draco quickly searched through his mail and found a letter exactly like Hermione's it read the exact same thing, "well you wanted to go with her." A voice in the back (very back) of his mind told him.