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Chapter 21: Prophecy of the Unknown

~ HERMIONE ~

"Read this," sneered Voldemort, as he threw a piece of parchment in her direction.

Her chains had already been redone and Hermione could not move. She tried inching closer to the parchment to get a better look at what she had to read. She began reading through it in her head until Voldemort yelled, "Aloud!" Hermione cleared her throat and began to read…

"The one to leave the new world,

And return to the one they had once known,

To abandon their friends at the home of their loved one,

And conquer new adventures completely alone.

The one to blame for the loss of another,

Including the worst of the worst,

But don't forget about the other,

To not be safe, but will be cursed.

A secret to hide from those closest,

It will bring nothing but sorrow to all,

The brother of the unknown will become the focus,

And to him, the burden will fall."

Hermione breathed out heavily. She could still feel the blood dripping from her skin and she was barely able to get the words out. In her head, Hermione tried to decipher what she had just read. A prophecy, she thought.

"Yes, Miss Granger. A prophecy."

Dammit. Hermione forgot that Voldemort knew Occlumens. Perhaps it was the best idea to figure out the new prophecy at this very moment; though, she did try memorizing it for later.

"The Prophecy of the Unknown. It has existed for several decades, though none have known when it would take place. I believe the time is now. It gives away no information, whatsoever, about our so-called 'unknown.' Perhaps, you," he ran his wand across her face, "Miss Granger, could enlighten us?"

"Us?"

"Stupid little mudblood can't even understand the meaning a simple word." A voice called from the dark corner of the room. Three bodies emerged from the corner, revealing a man and two women; all of which Hermione immediately recognized: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Why me? Why me, Voldemort?"

"You dare speak his name! Filthy mudblood, you are not worthy to use his name!"

"Calm yourself, Bellatrix. This child is here to help us."

"Help you? I would never! Even if my life depended on it!" Which it probably does…

"Miss Granger, I don't believe you are in a position to bargain," retorted Lucius Malfoy. "I mean… just look at you." Voldemort raised his hand in silence. "Narcissa," Voldemort spoke, "Perhaps you could have a word with the girl."

Narcissa Malfoy nodded and moved closer towards Hermione, kneeling down so that only she could hear.

"Miss Granger, we need your help — I need your help. They can't hear us, don't worry, they can't even hear our thoughts. I'm blocking them. Nod so I know you understand." Hermione, confused, nodded her head reluctantly. "Very good. Now, first things first: is Draco alright? He was down there with you was he not?"

"He's safe," Hermione croaked out.

Narcissa smiled. It was very brief, but it was there. "Alright. I know where your friend Amy is. If you help the Dark Lord with the prophecy he will release you and you can find her." Narcissa grabbed Hermione's hand. "Do you trust me, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked sound Narcissa to see that the others were still watching. How could she be sure that Narcissa was blocking her thoughts from Voldemort? Maybe she was just lying in order to make sure her son was alright. Hermione looked behind her to the stairs that led down to the dungeon. would they release Ginny and Draco as well if she helped them? She couldn't be sure. But then again, maybe she really was trying to help Hermione.

"Yes. I trust you. Where is Amy?"

"She is here in the manor. She's in the west wing in the room with a wolf carved on the door. Draco can bring you there. But first, you must tell him what the prophecy means. Now, you are a smart girl. I'm sure you have already worked out who it's about. But you must not tell him who. He will become suspicious of your answers, but you must block your thoughts, child. You must. If you want to save yourself and your friends, you must block them from him as best as you can."

Narcissa squeezed her hand once more. "Do you understand me, Hermione?"

"Yes."

"Oh. You are so brave. Not many would agree to this. Thank you." Narcissa stood and faced Voldemort. "She will speak with you now, my Lord."

"Thank you, Narcissa," Voldemort said, as Narcissa walked back towards her husband.

"I think… I think the prophecy is about a muggle born. One with a brother, obviously."

"And why a muggle born, Miss Granger?"

"The first lines state: The one to leave the new world, And return to the one they had once known. I think that 'the new world' means the wizarding world and 'the one they had once known' is the muggle world. That maybe, they give up magic to go back to what their life used to be like."

"Mmm, interesting… And the rest?

"They're going to blame themselves for the death of a loved one. They'll have a secret that they don't want anyone finding out. But the secret will bring the downfall of their own brother. He'll die as well." Hermione wasn't sure how she knew that last part, but she felt as if it was right.

"Is that all, Miss Granger? You are sure?"

"Yes."

Voldemort stared into her eyes, but she couldn't look away. Hermione knew exactly who the prophecy was about, except some of the pieces didn't fit. Hermione could tell that Voldemort was trying to reach into her thoughts and pull out what he needed. She held her focus and didn't look away. She only thought about what she had just told him and that it was the full truth.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione could see Narcissa looking straight at Voldemort, perhaps trying to block him from Hermione's mind.

"Yes… thank you, Miss Granger. I believe that is all I needed. Narcissa, why don't you return Miss Granger to the dungeon?"

Narcissa walked briskly towards Hermione, undid her chains, and took her by the arm.

"I thought you said —"

"Quiet."

Hermione allowed Narcissa to drag her all the way to the dungeons.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled. "Are you alright? What did they do to you?"

"No need to worry, Miss Weasley, you are getting out of here."

"Mother? What are you talking about?" Draco asked with disgust in his voice.

"Draco, sweetheart. I thought they'd hurt you." Narcissa hugged her son. "You are all getting out of here. Draco I need you to take them to the west wing and go to the room with the wolf on the door. Amy is in there. Can any of you apparate yet? No. Of course, you can't."

"Why are you helping us?" Ginny asked. "You're not on our side."

"I am on the side that guarantees the safety of my son. And if that happens to go against the wishes of my own husband, then so be it. As we speak, my sister and husband are escorting Voldemort out. Follow me…"

Narcissa unchained Ginny and Draco from the floor. Before anyone could react, Draco unexpectedly entrapped Hermione in a bone-crushing hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again, Granger," he whispered in her ear. Ginny soon joined the hug, not minding that Draco was already there. She gave Hermione a questioning look, but Hermione gave the same look in return.

"Quickly, now! Quickly!" Narcissa ushered them up the stairs from the dungeon and into the drawing room. The room was dark and gloomy with many columns and tables around the perimeter. Hermione would have these scars forever to remind her of the pain she had endured here. She would never return. A door slammed.

"This is where I leave you. Upstairs! Now! Draco, wait." She pulled her son into a hug and whispered something to him. "Now, go! Go, Draco!" Draco, Ginny, and Hermione ran out of the drawing room and up a flight of stairs. Draco kept in front as Hermione and Ginny followed from behind.

"Hermione, I hope you know that when we get back to Hogwarts you are going to tell me about what's going on between you and Malfoy," Ginny smirked.

"What? Are you happy about this?" Hermione said, perplexed.

"So you can make fun of me and Harry but I can't make fun of you and Malfoy? I swear, Hermione, you are such a hypocrite! And, no. I'm not technically happy about whatever there is between you. But if there does happen to be something, I will fully support you."

"In here!" Draco announced. "Amy's in here."

Hermione looked at the door: a wolf was carved into it, just like Narcissa had said.

Ginny ran over to the door and reached in her pocket. "Dammit! I don't have my wand!" Hermione and Draco checked their pockets as well. Ginny looked at them both, and they shook their heads no. "They must still be downstairs," sighed Draco. "We can't leave without them."

"Well, one of us has to go get them," Ginny claimed.

"I will. There's no question about it," Draco said. "Granger," he turned towards Hermione. "You are the brightest person I have ever met; I'm sure you can use wandless magic. Concentrate on the door and try to unlock it while I'm gone."

Draco walked back the way they had come and he disappeared around a corner. Hermione was surprised by the amount of bravery Draco was showing. She turned back towards the door and stared at the lock. She began muttering to herself: "Alohomora. Alohomora. Alohomora."

"Come on, Hermione, you can do it,"Ginny placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I know you can."

Hermione tried again. "Alohomora. Alohomora. Alohomora!" She heard a click. She and Ginny looked at each other and then they slowly pushed the door open.

"Amy?" Ginny called out. "Are you in here?"

"Ginny? Is that you? Is Hermione with you?"

"Amy!" Ginny and Hermione both said as they ran over to their friend. "What happened to you?"

"It was them… they found out, they know… they know what I am."

"It's alright, Amy," Hermione comforted her. "We're here now. We're safe." Hermione used wandless magic once again to unlock Amy's chains. Amy only seemed to notice the scars and blood on Hermione after that.

"Hermione! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. We just have to get out of here."

"We can't do that without our wands though, can we?" Ginny blurted out.

"Where are our wands?" Amy questioned.

"Draco is getting them."

"Draco? Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes, Draco Malfoy What other Draco do you know? I'm one of a kind!" Draco appeared in the doorway. He tossed each of the girls their wands. "We have to go. Now. I think my Aunt Bella may have seen me as I left the room."

"Can you apparate from in here, Draco?" Hermione asked him.

"I haven't apparated before, but I guess I can try..."

"No! If you haven't apparated by yourself, you shouldn't try apparating with three other people!"

"I have to try, Hermione!" He looked her in the eyes, for the first time in their lives. She could see that he was sincere and that he wanted to get them to safety. He would have apparated right then and there if it wasn't for the yell they heard downstairs.

"Where are they?!" A familiar voice called from below. It didn't take long to realize who it was; Bellatrix made it clear.

"Well, if it isn't little Nymphadora. You filthy half-blood! I loathe your mother for marrying that mudblood father of yours —"

"Don't talk about my parents! Stupefy!"

"Come on, we have to go help her!" Amy ran out of the room but was stopped by something that made her hesitate. "Remus!" She hugged him quickly. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Ron received Draco and Ginny's letter and went straight to McGonagall. She then sent some of the Order members that were posted around Hogwarts, including me and Tonks. Come on, we must get out of here. We'll retrieve the others on the way out. Draco, is there a shield around this place? Will I be able to apparate everyone out?"

"Yeah, you can apparate. But, wait. Professor Lupin, how did you find this place?"

"We used the picture that you sent Ron in the letter."

"So Harry and Ron aren't here?" Ginny asked.

"No, they are at Hogwarts. We have to go. Now, please," he gestured for them to follow him. On the way out, they had witnessed Lucius Malfoy being stunned by Kingsley Shacklebolt and Narcissa Malfoy being tied up in a rope by Mad-Eye Moody.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed from across the room. "Crucio!" Tonks screamed in pain.

"Expelliarmus!" Remus yelled. Bellatrix's wand flew out of her own hand and into Remus's. Amy ran over to be at Tonks' side, while Remus continued to point his own wand at Bellatrix.

"I would do it," he muttered. "I would kill you right now for everything you have done."

"What's stopping you, Wolfy?"

"There are children here. Innocent children. I wouldn't want to burden them with it."

"Burden them with it? Most of them were there when I sent Sirius Black through the Veil. What's another death on their conscious?"

"Remus. Remus, that's enough," Tonks begged. She tugged at his arm. "Please." He backed away from Bellatrix and tossed her wand back at her.

Hermione, Amy, Ginny, Draco, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye all grouped together and, with a POP!, they apparated back to safety.