Chapter 11

Hermione's body hit the floor with a thud. Malfoy watched in horror as she fell, unable to stop her hitting the ground. He screamed at the group of assailants but they couldn't hear him. He charged at them, all rational thoughts leaving his head as he ran, desperate to hurt the people who had attacked Hermione. He ran straight through them before his wrist began to burn and he stopped and retreated back to where Hermione Granger lay on the ground.

Rabastan walked over to the Matron from the back of the group. He turned over her plump body in disgust. After quickly evaluating the damage, he pointed his wand at the woman. "Obliviate". A white mist travelled from his wand and enveloped the Matron. "There", Rabastan said dully. "She won't remember a thing."

Abraxas walked into the hospital wing through the open doors. Seeing Hermione and the Matron on the ground he smiled, his brilliant blue eyes glinting. "Well done", he said simply. "We haven't got very long before people will be coming. We must leave quickly." And with that Abraxas turned sharply and headed out of the room.

The rest of the group followed Abraxas, whilst levitating Hermione in front of them. Malfoy was forced to come along with them. He tried to attempt non-wanded magic, non verbal magic and tried to hurt their captors but nothing worked. He unashamedly wept as Hermione was levitated along, her head banging against the ceiling as a few of the group decided to have some fun. The future death eaters went though some passages Malfoy didn't recognise. Soon, they were at one of the lesser used exits to the ground and they hadn't walked past a single classroom. There was no chance of them being caught, Malfoy realised as he despaired. Abraxas silently cast a spell and the door creaked open. Each member of the group dissilusioned themselves (and Hermione) before leaving.

Malfoy, with tears running down his cheeks, had to follow an invisible group through the school grounds. For the first time he was grateful for his link to Hermione, it meant he couldn't lose them. His heart leaped into his mouth when he realised where they were going. The Forbidden Forest. Thoughts of his first year entered his head, being terrified when that- that thing attacked him and Potter. Running away and falling over onto the ground, dodging spiders and various other creatures in his panic. Seeing what he thought might be a centaur charging towards him. Crying out in fear as the beast leaped over him towards where he had abandoned Potter. Needless to say, he hated the Forbidden Forest. Deep down though, Malfoy knew that even if he didn't have to follow Hermione in there, he still would. No one deserved to be left unconscious in the Forbidden Forest. That's what Malfoy hoping that plan was anyway. Although he wasn't sure, he had a feeling it was going to be a lot worse than that.

The group stopped in the middle of the clearing and un cast the spells, dropping Hermione to the floor. Abraxas stepped forwards and addressed the group.

"We managed that far quicker than I expected. We have a long wait ahead of us, however. Luckily we have brought entertainment." Abraxas walked over to where Hermione's body lay. "Crucio".

Hermione's body twitched as the spell took hold of her. She let out a low moan as her body began to bend the wrong way. Even in her comatose state it was clear that she could still feel the pain from the spell as her face was contorted in agony. A small amount of saliva dribbled from her mouth onto the earth as the spell shot through her. Malfoy watched in horror as Abraxas kept the spell on her. He screamed in anger and ran at his future grandfather, desperate to claw out his eyes, to stop him hurting Hermione in this way. "GRANGER!", he yelled, his voice cracking under the strain. "PLEASE STOP HURTING HER!"

Abraxas eventually lifted the curse and smiled wickedly. He looked around at the students around him. "What are you waiting for?", he asked quietly. "She's all yours".

In the hours that were to pass before the sun set in the sky and Abraxas decided it was time to leave, Hermione was constantly tortured. She was held under the cruciatus curse for a grand total of an hour - long enough that, had she been conscious, it would have easily destroyed her mind. She was kicked, punched, spat on and, at one point whilst Abraxas was checking the security spells, a burly 5th year started to put his hand up her top. Abraxas returned before he could go very far and reprimanded the student for touching "a filthy mudblood".

Eventually, though, the sun began to set and the sky lit up as though it was on fire. Orange and red streaks shot across the sky, but Malfoy paid little attention to the darkening of his surroundings as the sun dipped lower and lower. He was sat next to Hermione, sobbing as he watched the final punch being thrown.

"Nice one, Abraxas!", called one of the boys as Hermione's nose made an audible crunch.

Malfoy froze in horror. Abraxas. Abraxas. No. It couldn't be... His grandfather? He lifted his head up and looked at the leader of the small group properly for the first time. Abraxas Malfoy stood tall, his platinum blond hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were fierce. He had sharp facial features, a sharp nose and high cheekbones. He looked very similar to his grandson and Malfoy's heart sank as he realised his suspicions were correct. His grandfather had kidnapped them. He thought of the stories he had heard when he was little about his grandfather and gulped. They were screwed.

"And what exactly happened, Matron?" asked the headmaster, tiredly.

The Matron stood in the headmaster's office, slightly shaken. "I don't know headmaster. I woke up and she was gone. She must have knocked me unconscious".

The headmaster stood up from behind his desk and walked over to where the Matron was standing. He stood directly in front of her and spoke softly. "Very well, dear. It appears she has escaped us. If this is the case she is no longer our responsibility. You may return to your office".

The Matron turned to leave but before she did so, Dippet called to her, "Would you send Albus up to me, please? I believe he'll be downstairs".

The Matron nodded wordlessly and opened the door to the spiral staircase before leaving the room. The door swung shut behind her. Sighing, Dippet returned to his desk in the centre of the room and began to write on a piece of parchment. Before long, the door to his office had opened and Albus Dumbledore walked inside, in his fluorescent orange robes and a tall wizard's hat. Dippet continued to write as he spoke. "You were quite right, Albus, the girl has disappeared."

Dumbedore bowed his head. "I thought this would happen, headmaster. It appears she does not belong here, with us yet."

Dippet ignored the deputy headmaster's strange comment and carried on speaking. "As I said to the Matron, since she has left she is no longer our responsibility. We shall treat this matter as though it never happened. The ministry do not need to know and before long all the students will have forgotten about the occurrence. I need you to tell the staff members about this and make sure that they understand the importance of their silence on the matter."

Dumbledore looked straight at Dippet, his eyes glinting furiously as he realised what he was being asked to do. "You mean... Forget about her? She could be in danger! She could be hurt! She could have-"

"Albus!", thundered Dippet. "You need to learn to control your temper. I am in charge of this school and it is I who decide how best to protect our student. I trust that you will follow my judgement and orders and do your job".

Dumbledore remained silent as he tried to breathe calmly.

"Good", said Dippet, smiling. "Now you may be on your way, Albus. Unless you too have something you wish to discuss?"

Professor Dumbledore shook his head slightly before turning on his heel and leaving the headmaster's office in silence, seething slightly.

Dippet watched him go with raised eyebrows. How was this man going to do as headmaster if he couldn't handle criticism? Dippet sighed. He'd just have to continue to educate him for as long as possible.

The students had transported Hermione (and inadvertently Malfoy) to Hogsmeade through a secret exit from the forest. Abraxas stood alone with Hermione in an old abandoned building. He had sent the other students away. After all, he was the only one deemed truly fit to serve their master.

Abraxas regarded the girl and their surroundings with equal disgust. The building was filled with cobwebs and dirt and by dumping the girl on the floor, he had made her equally as dirty as the room they were standing in. 'At least now she reflects her blood within' Abraxas though, smirking. He took a step forward towards her and clouds of dust shot into the air, forcing him to retreat, coughing. Angrily, he walked around her a different way to pick up an empty bottle on the floor and, grimacing in disgust as he did so, grabbed her hand.

The bottle began to glow an eerie blue and Abraxas, Hermione and Malfoy were transported by portkey to the home of the Dark Lord.

A/N: Well, that's that! Why is Malfoy so affected by Hermione's pain? Does Dumbledore know that she's a time traveller? Has Malfoy eaten anything yet? All will be answered soon! So keep reading and reviewing. Reviews are (nearly) better than Christmas!