Chapter Four:

Time was drawing near, and the duel was still on. Harry and Ron didn't think Hermione even knew that she could lose the whole house cup for the points she might lose.

"So, Expelliamus, then Stupify." Hermione was going through the spells she was preparing in order. She had taken a sip of her Pumpkin Punch at dinner, but she usually ate more.

"Hermione's gone mad!" declared Ron to Harry.

"I haven't," She said, "I just want to show him how much better I am

at magic." She picked up her knife.

"I do quite hate him." And she plunged the knife into a pie.

Ron looked scarred for life.

Things carried on this way until bedtime. Harry and Ron went up, and Hermione waited till all the Prefects were out of the Gryffindor common room. She sat there with books and wand, robes on, ready.

Ten.

The old grandfather clock struck. Hermione got up. Fifteen minutes was enough to get her there.

She opened the portrait. Hermione had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak and the fat lady was confused. Hermione was gone before the old women could get her wits together.

Ten 15. The doors to the great hall were open. Darren was inside. He was seated at Professor Dumbledore's spot at the High table. He wore the same violet robes with a golden belt. He also had on a great wizard hat, purple, with golden stars and swirls.

"I'm impressed you came." He said as he climbed down to face Hermione.

"Oh all right, lets do this."

"Yes." And he waved his wand. The doors bolted, and a flash of lightning filled then room. No, many flashes, and thunder, and mist.

Darren cackled a high laugh and called out.

"Come to me my master!" and Hermione knew of only one person that could be.

Chapter Five.

Darren was lifted into the air. Green dark lightning encircled him. It was dark, and evil, burning, energy.

Darren was gone. In his place there was phantom-like creature walking towards Hermione. He had long greenish colored fingers, though the rest of his feature was hidden in his cloak.

"Vol-de-Mo-rrt?" Hermione croaked. She backed up against the wall.

"Excellent." A raspy cold voice spoke. He removed his hood.

The same face. It was the very same, Pale, red eyes, slits for nostrils.

Ah, what a petrifying face. He smiled. It was the most horrible smile she had ever seen.

"Now, Hermione, lets have a chat." He conjured up two chairs, and the two of the floated up over the great hall.

"Friends with my boy Harry, are you?" He cracks his knuckles.

"Yes. Why do you care, oh, no, you can't."

"Tell me where he is, or you will first."

"He's in the Doormatories." She sobbed.

"Oh, is he, I see him not there." He showed her an orb showing Harry's empty bed.

Harry and Ron blew open the doors, and Voldemort was down on the ground within seconds.

"Now, You and all you're musketeers will Die!" Voldemort snapped at Potter, conjuring up a wand.

"Avada Kadava!" All of them shouted it. Voldemort was cast into a portal and was gone with a horrid scream, but Darren, who had appeared, was wounded.

He died. And then it all started again. All memories were gone, back to the day when Darren had first arrived at Hogwarts. All memories, except for one: Hermione's.

The End. A/N: Did you like it, please review. Thank You- Graham