"You Only Live Twice"
by Dorthey Star
Chapter Nine: Adelaide and Amelia
**NOTE: I will not be writing any accents. Just use your imaginations!**
Hermione woke up with a huge headache. Where am I? she thought as she looked around. The room was nice enough, though it was a little plain. The walls were pale yellow and the floor was hardwood. There were two windows on the far wall, covered by plain white curtains. There were two doors on the wall to her left. She assumed one was a bathroom and one was a closet. In between the two doors were a desk- with parchment and a quill, but no ink- and a dresser. On her right was another door, presumably that led to the rest of wherever she was. A multi color quilt covered the bed that she was in, but other than that, the room was bare. She shivered.
Hermione got out of the bed and looked down at her clothing. She was wearing a thin cotton nightgown that was blue with little yellow flowers on it. It was two sizes to big for her. She crossed the room and looked out the window.
The scenery around the place was beautiful. There were rolling hills of green and lots of wild flowers. Her heart sank as she realized that there was nothing for miles and miles. Suddenly, the door opened. A tall woman with dark brown hair swept up out of her face walked into the room. Her nose was slightly large and crooked, but she had a nice smile and beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing robes of burgundy.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," she said in a thick French accent, but in perfect English.
"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms defensively.
"My name is Mademoiselle Adelaide Cuvier. You may call me Adelaide if you wish. I am the head house keeper at Rose Manor. I know not why you are, but I was instructed by my employer not to give out specifics as to where you are, or who is keeping you here. There are clean clothes in the closet and toiletries are in the bathroom. I will be bringing you lunch in an hour. Is there anything you need?" Adelaide asked. Hermione shook her head and she left. Hermione sighed. She was a prisoner again. Is it Lucius? she thought, trembling with fear, No, the rational side of her told herself, Lucius is in Azkaban, far, far away. But somehow, she couldn't convince herself. Reluctantly, she walked to the closet and pulled out a pair of Muggle jeans and blue sweater. See? Lucius wouldn't have Muggle clothing, she told herself, Ah, but he did, remember? The dress you died in? THAT was Muggle. Hermione scolded herself for having such thoughts, then headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
***
"Where's Granger?" Draco asked breathlessly as he found Harry, Ron, and Ginny.
"Dumbledore asked to talk to her. Why?" Ron asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Dumbledore, eh?" Draco said, his shoulders sagging in relief. Then he realized that he hadn't answered Weasley's question, "Nothing, Weasel. I was just going to make sure that she had enough strength to walk around without me," he smirked. I can't even think of anything creative, he thought grouchily to himself as he walked back up to the Slytherin Commonroom. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Dumbledore himself had been refereeing the match. Shit, he thought to himself and ran down to the Potions dungeon where he knew he would find Professor Snape.
***
At that same moment, Harry also realized what was wrong with that situation.
"Ron, are you sure she went to see Dumbledore?" he asked, turning away from his girlfriend to face his friend.
"Of course. Some little Slytherin came and told her to go see Dumbledore," Ron said, getting irritated that he was having to miss some of the match. The match had been going on for nearly an hour now- the score being Hufflepuff 180 and Ravenclaw190- with no sign of the snitch. Ginny suddenly caught on. She gasped.
"Tell me, Ron, who's refereeing the match?" she said, trying to sound carefree, as if she was just innocently curious.
"Dumble...oh shit," he said and stood up, "We've got to find a teacher and tell them. Who was that Slytherin. Did either of you see him?" Both Ginny and Harry shook their heads and blushed a little bit.
"We don't know for sure that she's in trouble, Ron," Ginny said, reasonably. The whole crowd around them, jumped up, cheering about something that had just happened in the game. But the three Gryffindors weren't paying any attention to them. Something dawned on Harry.
"Malfoy! I bet he knows something! Why else would he have come up here to ask where she was? I mean, he looked relieved when we said that she was with Dumbledore," Harry said, frowning.
"Wouldn't he know that Dumbledore was refereeing?" Ginny asked, frowning.
"Not if he didn't come, he wouldn't. This year neither Hermione nor Malfoy have been wanting to come to social events like this. Remember how Ron had to practically drag her to this match? The only reason that she comes to watch the Gryffindor matches is to make sure that me and Ginny don't get hurt," Harry said, sighing.
"Well then, it's obvious what we need to do, isn't it?" Ginny asked, standing up. The crowed booed around them and all sat down.
"What do you have in mind?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Talk to Malfoy of course," she said in a as-a-matter-of-fact voice. She grabbed Harry and Ron's hands and started to drag them off the stands.
"I'm not talking to that-" Ron started, but Ginny interrupted him.
"Ron! This might be the only way to save her, or make sure that she's not in trouble," Ginny said severely, sounding oddly like Professor McGonagall. Ron walked towards the castle without another word.
***
Adelaide brought lunch up an hour later, just as promised. Hermione looked down at the tray hungrily. There was a bowl of soup- chicken noodle- and a roll along with a piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk. Hermione's mouth watered. Her stomach told her to eat, but her mind told her that it might be poisoned. Adelaide set the tray at the foot of the bed- which was now neatly made- and sat down at the chair in front of the desk. She smiled at Hermione.
"I'm not supposed to leave until you eat all of your food. Go on, it's not poisoned. I made it myself," she said proudly. Carefully, Hermione dipped the spoon into the bowl and sipped up the hot liquid. It tasted delicious, just like her mum used to make it. Her mind convinced that it wasn't drugged, she greedily ate the whole meal.
"You remind me of Mistress Amelia. This was her room before she died, thirteen years ago. You see, she didn't have a drop of magic in her, and Master didn't like that. He sent her away to an orphanage where she died two months later. They call it suicide, but I think the Master had something to do with it," she whispered.
"What was this Amelia like?" Hermione asked as she polished off the chocolate cake.
"She was beautiful. She had honey blonde hair, straight as a bored. Her eyes were blue. She was très intelligent like you are. The Young Master...he adored her," Adelaine said sadly.
"The Young Master? Who's he?" Hermione asked.
"I'm sorry, miss. I can not tell you that. I must leave; I have stayed too long as it is. Au revoir!" She waved a bit and crossed the room, and left, leaving Hermione very confused.
***
Draco sat in Professor Snape's office, looking at his Head of House as he read the teacher. Professor Snape's face went a deathly pale color.
"When did you receive this, Draco?" he asked in a calm, quiet voice.
"Twenty minutes ago. I went straight down to the Quidditch Pitch to find Granger, but her friends said that Dumbledore had asked to talk to her. I was almost at the Slytherin Dungeons before I realized that he was refereeing the match, sir."
"Bloody hell," Snape muttered before sweeping out of the room, Draco close on his trail.
***
Ginny paced up and down the area in front of the Slytherin Commonroom.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Ron asked bitterly. He and Harry were leaning against the opposite wall.
"I don't know. I DON'T BLOODY KNOW!" Ginny screamed. She fell to the floor and started to cry. In an instant, Harry was by her side, holding her.
"Don't bite my head off, Gin," Ron muttered. At that moment, two figures emerged in the corridor. It was Professor Snape and
"Malfoy!" Ginny cried, leaping to her feet.
"Come with me, you three," Snape said, without stopping. The three Gryffindors fell in line behind.
***
Hermione sat at the desk, staring at the blank parchment. She wanted to write something. Anything. But she had no ink. She wished that Adelaide would come. As if summoned by her thoughts, Adelaide walked in, carrying a tray with more food on it. This time it was a piece of chicken on rice, green beans, jello salad, and milk. What is it with milk? Hermione thought to herself as Adelaide set the tray down on the bed.
"Adelaide, could you possibly get me some ink? Writing would give me something to do during the day..." Hermione said as she walked over and sat on the bed in front of the desk. Adelaide sat down in the chair.
"I shall ask Master. There is no way that you could owl anyone, so perhaps he will permit me to give you some," she said, her voice devoid of its usual cheerfulness. Hermione knew better than to any questions. Hermione ate her dinner in silence. Once she was finished, Adelaide took the tray and swept out of the room.
Fifteen minutes later, she came back with a bottle of plum colored ink. When she handed the ink to Hermione, she also passed her a small, folded note. Hermione understood the significant look that Adelaide gave her. She wasn't supposed to read the note until later, though why, Hermione didn't know.
"If there is nothing else you should require Miss Granger, I shall leave you." She left the room, leaving Hermione feeling very alone. Ten minutes later, she opened the note.
Miss Granger,
I have taken a liking to you. Usually people that Master brings here are in tears two minutes after they wake up. You are stronger. You remind me of the dear, sweet Amelia. I must warn you, however, that Master is watching you. He can hear every word you say, but his view of you isn't as good. He shouldn't be able to see what you write. Tear this note up as soon as you read it. Take care of yourself, and may God bless you.
Love,
Adelaide Cuvier
Hermione did at exactly as the note bade her to. She sat down at the desk with a very thoughtful look on her face.
Disclaimer: Adelaide and Amelia belong to me. Everyone else belongs to JKR. Francis Scott Key wrote the Star Spangled Banner. Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom's Cabin. Joanne Kathleen Rowling wrote Harry Potter. I wrote this. I am rambling. You can stop reading this. I mean it, you can. Why are you reading this when you can be reviewing?????
Author's Note: have I said lately how much I HATE summer? It's waaaaaay too hot! grrrrrr anyways. A FOURTH CHAPTER!!!! WOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOO! er.... I know what you're thinking (besides "are you high on something?" as my lovely cousin asked me). You're thinking "Did Lucius kidnap her?" "Who's Amelia?" "How are they going to rescue her?" "How do you pronounce 'Cuvier'?" "Why isn't Elle good enough for Warner?" and so forth. er....I can answer all those questions (except the last two) but I'm not going to. Actually, as to who Amelia is, you probably have already figured it out. It's pretty obvious.
NOTE TO SELF: Don't go to Harvard Law School
NOTE TO YOU : Please Review!!!!!!
