Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.
Hermione is pacing in the rebels' white-walled quarters.
Enter Ron.
Ron. The car's almost ready. A few more things and we're in great shape.
Hermione. The sooner the better. Something's wrong here. No one has seen or knows anything about Percy. And he's been gone to long to have gotten lost.
Ron kisses her on the forehead.
Ron. Relax. I'll talk to Dean. And see what I can find out.
Hermione. I don't trust Dean.
Ron. Well, I don't trust him either. But he is my friend. Besides, we'll soon be gone.
Hermione. And then you're as good as gone, aren't you?
As Ron looks away, Hagrid locates Percy.
The prefect's parts are being thrown around by leprechauns.
Hagrid growls and attacks the leprechauns.
He reclaims Percy's parts and enters their quarters.
What happened?
Hagrid. Rahnana-ah-na.
Ron. Where?
Hagrid. Awnaahh.
Ron. Found him in a junk pile?
Hagrid. Awnh.
Hermione. Oh, what a mess. Hagrid. You think you can repair him?
Hagrid. Rrrrraawwnhn.
Ron. Dean's got people who can fix him.
Hermione. No thanks.
Enter Dean.
Hagrid. Ohhhhnnnha.
Dean. Sorry. Am I interrupting anything?
Hermione. Not really.
Dean grins.
Dean. You look absolutely beautiful. You truly belong here with us among the clouds.
Hermione. Thank you.
Dean. Would you join me for a little refreshment?
Ron and Hagrid glance at Dean.
Everyone's invited, of course.
Ron and Hagrid stand, and Ron takes Hermione's hand.
Having trouble with your droid?
Ron. No. No problem. Why?
Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Dean leave the room, and enter the white-walled corridors.
Dean. So, you see, since we're a small operation, we don't fall under the, er, jurisdiction of the Ministry.
Hermione. So you're part of the mining guild, then?
Dean. No. Not actually. Our operation is small enough not to be noticed. Which is advantageous for everybody, since our customers are anxious to avoid attracting attention to themselves.
Ron. Aren't you afraid the Ministry's going to find out about this little operation and shut you down?
Draco. That's always a danger looming like a shadow over everything we've built here.
They approach a pair of closed doors.
But things have developed that will ensure security. I've just made a deal that will keep the Ministry out of here forever.
The doors slide open, and Severus Snape gets to his feet.
Hagrid. Awwhhhnn.
Ron takes out his rifle and fire on the sinister Death Eater.
Snape uses the Magic to call the rifle to his black-gloved hand.
Snape. We would be honored if you would join us.
Enter Malfoy, Ted, and six Ministry Hit Wizards.
Dean. I had no arrived right before you did. I'm sorry.
Ron. I'm sorry, too.
Hagrid. Ohoo. Ahhnnnggghhh.
Ron, Hagrid, Hermione, and Dean enter the room, and the doors close shut behind him.