A group of masked men hovered above them. "Death eaters" Ron whispered, he looked horrified. Harry turned a deathly pale and Hermione dropped the strawberry ice-cream she had been holding. The three turned to run but the death eaters stopped them. Stupefy. Hermione dropped to the ground. Ron turned around to look for Harry but he was gone. He picked up Hermione's wand where she'd dropped it. Terror gripped him. The death eaters brought out an invisibility bag. From experience, (Fred and George had kept him in one for 5 hours) Ron knew it could fit up to 3 people inside. The death eaters were levitating Hermione into the bag. Ron jumped on her, all rational thoughts gone. Before he could move, he had been pushed into the bag with Hermione. Inside the bag was dark. He felt for Hermione's arm and gripped it. What was going on, he couldn't understand it. Where was Harry? Why did they want Hermione? He didn't have to wait long to find out.
***
Draco stared at Enzinia, who sat looking sulky. She had long brown hair that was seemed to contain a bit of red, she again reminded him Weasley. Her hair was very wavy and looked a bit like it hadn't been brushed. It had none of the bushiness that Hermione's hair contained. It was sixth year and although Hermiones hair had lost some of its bushiness, much had stayed. Though her face did seem to suit the style slightly better these days. Enzinia had the most perfectly straight teeth, he had ever seen and freckles were dotted all over her cheeks. At that moment two very bulky death eaters entered the dreary room.
"There are guards at the door but The Dark Lord would like you to watch these" he said and gestured to the sack. One death eater pointed at the bag "Enervate", then they both left. Out of the sack tumbled two bodies, "Ow, why are you holding my leg Ron, Agghh GET OFF ME". Hermione demanded as the two figures rolled on the floor and tried to disentangle themselves.
When they finally untangled themselves Ron said guiltily "Sorry Hermione, I thought that was your knee".
"You knew perfectly well that, was NOT my knee Ronald Weasley" Hermione exclaimed haughtily. Ron moved to hand Hermione's wand to her. "I'll take that" Enzinia exclaimed, and for the first time they noticed the presence of the two other people. Enzinia grabbed their wands and pocketed them. Hermione glared at Ron and Draco suspiciously as if this was a weird conspiracy they'd planned. Ron whirled around on Enzinia, "Give me back my wand," he growled angrily.
"Make me" she countered. They then engaged in bickering and fighting. Draco and Hermione watched them. Ron was now tyring to punch Enzinia, but to no avail because Enzinia was dodging every move and laughing heartily as she did so. Draco leaned back and sighed, of all the people to get stuck with.
**I HOUR LATER* *
Ron sat on the floor sulking; Hermione sat beside him in silence. Draco sat on the other side of the room, he had just told them about You-Know-Who's plans. All glared at Enzinia. "You have a really stupid name, Enzo, " Ron exclaimed.
"Isn't Enzo a muppet with a nose shaped like a tap?" Hermione asked
"I have never heard of the muppets, but the description fits, " Ron grumbled. Draco rolled his eyes and Enzinia grimaced.
"Its not my real name, Voldie gave it to me, I don't know what my real name is" she said quietly.
"What about your parents?" Hermione asked out of curiosity.
"I don't have parents, except a group of select death eaters, I used to have a brother but he was killed by Voldemort," she said.
There was another lapse of silence. Draco hadn't said a word in the last hour. Ron started muttering under his breath about, lying death eaters and their pity stories. Hermione chewed on her lip. Draco turned and punched the wall. "That's gotta hurt" Ron said, he then added " I hope he broke his wrist. Tears of pain nearly came to Draco's eyes. How come he did such stupid things? A brick from the wall slided in, suddenly a door opened. Draco fell backwards and hit his head. He swore profusely. Everyone looked surprised except Enzinia who turned away from the room. "There's a man in here," Hermione exclaimed. Enzinia shuddered.
A voice sounded from inside the room "Young ones" it said. En turned around to face the withered face of Nigs. "You're alive, they said they killed you because your prophecies were useless" she said, dumbfounded. The man smiled. "They feed me in case I say something useful one day." Marcus Nigs stared at them, "You are a Weasley." he said pointing to Ron. Ron opened his mouth to speak but Nigs interrupted "I always recognise Weasley's ". Draco shook his head, " I wonder how, what do all Weasley's have in common?" he said. He rolled his eyes.
"Its not just the hair, you all have distinct faces, I made some prophecies about Weasleys, let me think"
The man looked thoughtful.
"Ahh yes, the first born Weasley girl will be of great importance and, the twins have great power together."
Everyone looked at him critically,
"There's only one girl, Ginny, and we all know Fred and George work well together."
The man looked at him,
"You are wrong about both, now you must get out of here, someone is coming."
Everyone scattered except Ron who tried to stay and argue. Hermione grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, the door closed, Ron's shirt got caught and a huge chunk of material ripped away half his shirt. Ron opened his mouth yet again, Enzinia interrupted, "Before you start whingeing again, I'd just like to say that I didn't like that shirt much anyway."
At that moment the door opened and Viktor Krum framed the doorway.
"Viktor," Hermione exclaimed.
"The dark Lord vishes to see Mr Malfoy and miss Granger" he said this all with his head bowed, not looking at anyone's stunned face. Draco and Hermione were dragged out of the room and Ron and Enzinia were left alone.
***
Ron looked up, the door opened. Enzinia came running down the steps and tripped, she landed on her backside. Ron couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that she was supposed to be a very well learned, girl who had learnt the Dark Arts since she was born. Despite all this she still managed to be clumsy, disorganised and not really very serious. He wondered why she hadn't suffered the same fate as her brother.
"Why aren't you up with Ron and Draco?" he asked.
She jumped up from the floor in a bound and exclaimed "Eeew, They are taking samples from every substance in those two's system, including Draco's kitchen sink, if you know what I mean." She made a face.
"Stop giving me disturbing mental images," he exclaimed. Poor Hermione. When she got back she'd be upset, she'd probably need to be comforted. Harry had always been the dependable one, the shoulder to cry on. He didn't think he could do it, it was too uncomfortable. He looked up at Enzinia, she had pulled a sandwich out of her pocket and spilled the salad all over herself.
"Why do they keep you? I mean, you must have some special power to make him want you as a future Death Eater."
She regarded him thoughtfully.
"I'm a Crojan, I can transform into other people, only for 30 seconds, otherwise I pass out but one day it may be longer."
"Transform into me then." Ron insisted.
"I can't, you have to be at least 10 metres away."
She looked annoyed.
"Voldie only likes me transforming in practice."
"Don't say his name like that , what if he hears you,"
She laughed, "I've been saying his name for years, sometimes I talk to the wall for hours about him."
Ron looked at her, she was smiling but her eyes were sad. What a horrible life for a girl.
"How old are you," he asked.
"I turn sixteen, soon,"
He wondered what she'd seen in her dismal sixteen years. She had to live with Death Eaters until she was fourteen, then she had to go live with the Dark Lord himself. Why bother living? He heard Hermione scream up ahead. Ron stood up, and ran up the steps. He banged on the door, then he kicked it and he kept kicking it and punching it, he hated this door, he hated that girl, he hated stupid Draco.
"What your doing is sooo useful," Enzinia said.
Ron ignored that remark and proceeded to try to kick Enzinia's chair from under her.
"stupefy" she said. Ron slumped to the floor.
Enzinia gave him a thoughtful
little nudge. "I wonder why they haven't killed him yet?" she wondered aloud.
The room was quiet. Enzinia leant down and dusted some dirt from the floor,
underneath was a metal trapdoor. She unlocked it magically and it opened. Inside
was her pensieve, where she kept all her thoughts. She'd kept it hidden from
Voldemort for many years. She inserted a hair into the penseive, these
teenagers were the most interesting things she'd ever had to put inside her
pensieve. When she'd finished, she quickly closed it back in the floor and piled
dirt on it. She'd done it just in time. Hermione was kicked into the room.
There was no sign of Draco. Enzinia looked at Ron "Enervate." Ron woke up with
a jump. He turned around, his face red with anger, "What the hell did you do
that for?" he shouted. He stomped his foot in anger.
"Shit
Ron, just shut up," Hermione was sitting on the stairs, her face in her hands.
Ron
turned, he opened his mouth and closed it He'd never ever heard Hermione swear
before. Not even when she fell off her broomstick at the burrow and got stuck
in a tree for an hour.
"You
look like a goldfish," Enzinia said.
Ron
didn't answer, Hermione was on the stairs and her body was heaving up and down
in great sobs.
"Do a cheering charm or something," he said desperately to Enzinia.
Enzinia looked puzzled, "cheering charm?" she said blankly.
"Yes, a cheering charm to make her feel cheerful, do you have a problem with that,"
"Actually, the fact I don't know what a damn cheering charm is, I do have a problem with that."
Ron looked at her, what kind of a stupid idiot didn't know the cheering charm? Enznia stared defiantly back.
"I don't want a damn cheering charm, I like being depressed, in fact I'm planning on being lonely and depressed for the rest of my life," Hermione said tearfully. Ron looked at her dumbfounded.
Enznina left the room. She ran up the steps, nearly blew the door off in her haste to get out and left.
Ron sat heavily on the floor. "Ow," the floor which was usually not that hard, was hard as steel. He brushed away the dirt. To reveal a trapdoor. He pulled on it hard. It didn't budge. Over at the steps laid Hermione's wand, Enzinia had dropped it, in her haste to get out. He picked it up and tried to open the dungeon door, it obviously only opened for Death Eaters, it didn't move. He went back to the trapdoor and unlocked it. Inside was a silvery pensieve and his face was swimming in it. He fingered the silvery substance inside it and was instantly sucked inside.
Ok, R/R and tell me what you think.