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Chapter 3- The meeting
I couldn't sleep that night. A house elf (apperently the family got a new one to
replace Dobby) came down with dinner to give me. There was a note with the dinner.
I'm sorry Hermione. I couldn't let my father kill you. You'd understand if you were in my
position. I'm sorry you have to see the Dark Lord. I didn't think when I stopped him. I'm going
tomorow as well. I'll try to make sure you will not die. I know you might want to, but try to
stay strong. For Harry's sake, and Ron's. I never meant for this to happen. Please, give in to
him. You can fight later, but now you are not in the position to. I'm sorry.
It was easy for him to say this. I didn't think at the moment he could ever feel
sorrow. I knew he was only doing this so he wouldn't get in trouble. If I gave in, it would be
my fault. But he did have a point... if I pretended to be dark, maybe I wouldn't get under the
curse. I stayed up the half the night trying to think of a plan, and the rest crying, because I
couldn't.
When morning came, I started shaking. I felt like someone who's execution day
had come. I suddenly realized with a shock, that was not far from the truth. Not for the first
time since I was here I wondered why I couldn't wait until Ron or Harry sent me a letter.
After I had finished the breakfast the house elf delivered, (along with a note saying
"be strong") I tried to practice my will power, by imagining everything Voldermort, I
shuddered thinking his name, could and would make me do.
The servant came down gave me a sleeping potion. It was either that or being
stunned. I decided I'd rather not wake up with a headache. I took the potion. Everything went
black.
I woke up in a room with Draco. He wasn't aware that I was awake. I closed my
eyes, and pretended to still be asleep. I didn't want another "I'm sorry" speach. I didn't want his
pity. "Your awake aren't you?"
I didn't reply. I kept my eyes closed. "You are. Your eyes are too tightly shut to be
real."
Damn. Oh well. I got up and stared at him. "I'm awake, what do you want? If it's
another apology, don't bother. I'm going to die anyway. You should ask Harry and Ron for
there forgiveness. I don't have to worry about a friend dieing."
"What could I have down? Save you? Then I'd be giving up my own life! I'm not
the one who came for a stupid owl."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize that wanting to send a friend a letter was punishable
by death!"
"You're not going to die. Just join us! You could quit later."
"Just like with cigarettes."
"Ciga-whats?"
"It's a muggle item that people try, 'just once,' and then die from cancer because
they can't quit smoking them. Did your father, gave in for 'just once?'"
Draco paled. I smiled. I hit a soft spot. Not that it was going to help me later on.
He stopped trying to talk to me. I became more and more scared. Finaly I heard footsteps
coming to the room. "Draco? Tell Harry and Ron, they were my best friends ever, and that if
I do anything, I'm under a curse."
He looked like he was about to object, but everyone has to fulfill a death wish...
right? The door flew open. A hooded person grabbed me by the arm. I was led in the middle
of a circle of death eaters. One was wearing robes of blood red, he was obviosly the one of
highest status... Lord Voldemort. I fell down to my knees, partly because my legs were
shaking too hard for me to stand, and also because one of the death eaters forced me down. I
saw Draco standing outside of the circle. I couldn't see any of the people, because they were
wearing hoods. I forced myself to look at Voldemort. His hood was pulled slightly back, and
I could see his face. His eyes were blood red, and slitted like a snakes. He didn't have much of
a nose, just two slits. His mouth was curved into an evil smile.
"So you are Hermione Granger. I believe it is correct that you are friends with
Harry Potter?"
I decided to lie. "I know him, sir, but we are not close."
"You dare lie to Lord Voldemort? Crucio!"
This was beyond pain. I wanted to die so it would end. Now I know why Neville
looked so terrified when he saw the spider. Harry and Ron didn't know, but his parents went
crazy because of the curse. I didn't blame them, but at the moment all I could think was to let
it stop. Kill me, just let the pain stop! Suddenly it did.
"Now, answer me again: Are you friends with Harry Potter?"
There was no use. He already knew I was. "I am, sir."
"Good. I can tell when you are lying, so it is best to answer the truth."
"Yes, sir."
He continued to ask me questions. None of them could do Harry wrong, so I just
answered truthfully. The, it came, what I was praying wouldn't happen. "Now, how would
you feel about doing me a favor. You could join the death eaters, and become one of the
most powerful dark wizards of our time, just be getting rid of Potter. If you do this by choice,
I will let this happen. Young Malfoy here, will let us know. If you do not choose to do so, I
will make you, and you will be killed afterward. Now, what is your answer?"
"I'd never kill Harry, lay all your curses on me, I will not change my mind."
"Well, one curse will make you do so, imperio!"
I felt the blissful feeling of nothingness again. Then a voice appeared in my head:
Say you will follow Lord Voldemort... just say it. Another voice appeared: No! Don't! Then
you will be under his power! Just say I will follow Lord Voldemort. You're not hurting
anybody by saying those simple words. No! Harry will die!
"I will- I will- I will follow-" Suddenly the other voise burst out, "No one! I will
not follow you! Curse me, use the imperious charm! It will not work!"
"There is no use for a non-follower."
The end was coming. I did not have a wand, but I would stay brave. "Then kill me,
I am unarmed and weak. You are a powerful full grown wizard. Show how brave you are, and
kill me."
"You are unarmed and weak. I will not kill you, but make you stay that way
for the rest of your life! You will see, that I will be the become the most powerful wizard,
and you will see your Harry Potter die!"
He pointed his wand at me, and screached out a spell. My body was shrinking, I
looked down at myself. I, Hermione Granger, founder of S.P.E.W., had been transfigured into
a house-elf.
A/N- I write more later! Please review! Please???? I love reviewers!
on! (And please review more!)
Chapter 3- The meeting
I couldn't sleep that night. A house elf (apperently the family got a new one to
replace Dobby) came down with dinner to give me. There was a note with the dinner.
I'm sorry Hermione. I couldn't let my father kill you. You'd understand if you were in my
position. I'm sorry you have to see the Dark Lord. I didn't think when I stopped him. I'm going
tomorow as well. I'll try to make sure you will not die. I know you might want to, but try to
stay strong. For Harry's sake, and Ron's. I never meant for this to happen. Please, give in to
him. You can fight later, but now you are not in the position to. I'm sorry.
It was easy for him to say this. I didn't think at the moment he could ever feel
sorrow. I knew he was only doing this so he wouldn't get in trouble. If I gave in, it would be
my fault. But he did have a point... if I pretended to be dark, maybe I wouldn't get under the
curse. I stayed up the half the night trying to think of a plan, and the rest crying, because I
couldn't.
When morning came, I started shaking. I felt like someone who's execution day
had come. I suddenly realized with a shock, that was not far from the truth. Not for the first
time since I was here I wondered why I couldn't wait until Ron or Harry sent me a letter.
After I had finished the breakfast the house elf delivered, (along with a note saying
"be strong") I tried to practice my will power, by imagining everything Voldermort, I
shuddered thinking his name, could and would make me do.
The servant came down gave me a sleeping potion. It was either that or being
stunned. I decided I'd rather not wake up with a headache. I took the potion. Everything went
black.
I woke up in a room with Draco. He wasn't aware that I was awake. I closed my
eyes, and pretended to still be asleep. I didn't want another "I'm sorry" speach. I didn't want his
pity. "Your awake aren't you?"
I didn't reply. I kept my eyes closed. "You are. Your eyes are too tightly shut to be
real."
Damn. Oh well. I got up and stared at him. "I'm awake, what do you want? If it's
another apology, don't bother. I'm going to die anyway. You should ask Harry and Ron for
there forgiveness. I don't have to worry about a friend dieing."
"What could I have down? Save you? Then I'd be giving up my own life! I'm not
the one who came for a stupid owl."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize that wanting to send a friend a letter was punishable
by death!"
"You're not going to die. Just join us! You could quit later."
"Just like with cigarettes."
"Ciga-whats?"
"It's a muggle item that people try, 'just once,' and then die from cancer because
they can't quit smoking them. Did your father, gave in for 'just once?'"
Draco paled. I smiled. I hit a soft spot. Not that it was going to help me later on.
He stopped trying to talk to me. I became more and more scared. Finaly I heard footsteps
coming to the room. "Draco? Tell Harry and Ron, they were my best friends ever, and that if
I do anything, I'm under a curse."
He looked like he was about to object, but everyone has to fulfill a death wish...
right? The door flew open. A hooded person grabbed me by the arm. I was led in the middle
of a circle of death eaters. One was wearing robes of blood red, he was obviosly the one of
highest status... Lord Voldemort. I fell down to my knees, partly because my legs were
shaking too hard for me to stand, and also because one of the death eaters forced me down. I
saw Draco standing outside of the circle. I couldn't see any of the people, because they were
wearing hoods. I forced myself to look at Voldemort. His hood was pulled slightly back, and
I could see his face. His eyes were blood red, and slitted like a snakes. He didn't have much of
a nose, just two slits. His mouth was curved into an evil smile.
"So you are Hermione Granger. I believe it is correct that you are friends with
Harry Potter?"
I decided to lie. "I know him, sir, but we are not close."
"You dare lie to Lord Voldemort? Crucio!"
This was beyond pain. I wanted to die so it would end. Now I know why Neville
looked so terrified when he saw the spider. Harry and Ron didn't know, but his parents went
crazy because of the curse. I didn't blame them, but at the moment all I could think was to let
it stop. Kill me, just let the pain stop! Suddenly it did.
"Now, answer me again: Are you friends with Harry Potter?"
There was no use. He already knew I was. "I am, sir."
"Good. I can tell when you are lying, so it is best to answer the truth."
"Yes, sir."
He continued to ask me questions. None of them could do Harry wrong, so I just
answered truthfully. The, it came, what I was praying wouldn't happen. "Now, how would
you feel about doing me a favor. You could join the death eaters, and become one of the
most powerful dark wizards of our time, just be getting rid of Potter. If you do this by choice,
I will let this happen. Young Malfoy here, will let us know. If you do not choose to do so, I
will make you, and you will be killed afterward. Now, what is your answer?"
"I'd never kill Harry, lay all your curses on me, I will not change my mind."
"Well, one curse will make you do so, imperio!"
I felt the blissful feeling of nothingness again. Then a voice appeared in my head:
Say you will follow Lord Voldemort... just say it. Another voice appeared: No! Don't! Then
you will be under his power! Just say I will follow Lord Voldemort. You're not hurting
anybody by saying those simple words. No! Harry will die!
"I will- I will- I will follow-" Suddenly the other voise burst out, "No one! I will
not follow you! Curse me, use the imperious charm! It will not work!"
"There is no use for a non-follower."
The end was coming. I did not have a wand, but I would stay brave. "Then kill me,
I am unarmed and weak. You are a powerful full grown wizard. Show how brave you are, and
kill me."
"You are unarmed and weak. I will not kill you, but make you stay that way
for the rest of your life! You will see, that I will be the become the most powerful wizard,
and you will see your Harry Potter die!"
He pointed his wand at me, and screached out a spell. My body was shrinking, I
looked down at myself. I, Hermione Granger, founder of S.P.E.W., had been transfigured into
a house-elf.
A/N- I write more later! Please review! Please???? I love reviewers!