"You Only Live Twice"

by Dorthey Star

Chapter 10: The Quest Begins.

This chapter is dedicated to all the people who took time to review my story

and to Judy Garland, the best female singer.

                I hate being trapped in a little room like this.

                Okay, so the room isn't that little.

                It's so boring.

                I wish Harry was here.

                And Ginny.

                And Ron.

                And, most of all, Draco.

If Draco was here, I would gather him in my arms, kiss him senseless, and tell him how much I                                         love him.

                If Harry was here, I wouldn't kiss him senseless. No. Gross.

                Same goes for Ron.

                And Ginny.

                I hope someone finds me.

                Soon.

                ***

                Dumbledore sat at his desk, watching the four students and the Professor as they explained to him what was happening. The match was still going on. Madame Hooch had to step in as a substitute referee while Dumbledore was dealing with this situation.

                "Is she going to be okay, Professor?" Ginny asked in a quivering voice, her large eyes, shining with unshed tears, were focused on Dumbledore. Harry's arm instantly snaked around her waist and pulled her close.

                "I don't know, Miss Weasley. Now Draco, do you have that letter?" Dumbledore asked gravely. The blonde boy shook his head, but Snape spoke up.

                "I have it, Albus." He handed the older man the letter. Dumbledore read through it quickly.

                "Not good, not good at all. Now, for the record, I am going to have to ask the four of you not to interfere," he paused and watch the Gryffindor's faces change into looks of rage. Draco remained void of any emotion, "However, how can I blame you if you find that the broom shed is unlocked and you get the idea into your mind to find her? You may go, except for you, Severus. There is much we need to talk about." The four youths left the room, wondering if Dumbledore was off his rocker. After all, he was encouraging them to fly away from Hogwarts into God-knows-what danger.

***

                Maybe Adelaide will come visit me again.

                No, her Master won't let her.

                Is it Lucius?

                No, he's in Azkaban.

                Who is Amelia?

                Who is the Young Master?

                Why does everything always have to happen to me?

                Is Draco ok?

***

                Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Draco stood out in the hall, all glaring at one another.

                "We'd better get going. Harry, you go get some food from the kitchens. Draco, Ron, you go get packed," Ginny said briskly. Draco's mouth went dry. She actually wants me to go with them, Draco thought.

                "Malfoy is not going with us!" Ron said angrily.

                "Yes he is! If Lucius took Hermione, Malfoy can lead us there," she said and started to walk towards Gryffindor Tower.

                "But-" Ron started. Ginny whirled around.

                "Ron!" she shouted.

                "Yes, Ginny," he sighed and walked with his sister to Gryffindor Tower. Harry turned to Draco.

                "Meet us in the Great Hall in half an hour," Harry said in a toneless voice.

                "You know, no one asked if I wanted to go," Draco said in a bitter voice.

                "Do you want to go, Malfoy?" Harry said calmly.

                "Of course," Draco replied, equally calm.

                "Then why were you complaining?" Harry asked, his anger beginning to show.

                "If I'm going to have to spend goodness knows how long with you three, you're going to have to learn to treat me as an equal, no like the gum on the bottom of your shoe." There was a small silence.

                "Only if you'll do the same for us," Harry said, standing tall with his arms folded across his chest.

                "Of course," Draco said without blinking an eye. They parted ways and headed to their own common rooms.

***

                I hope someone comes soon.

                I might die of boredom.

                I hope Draco rescues me.

***

                Snape sat in Dumbledore's office, drinking a mug of hot cocoa.

                "Do you think they'll make it?" he asked.

                "There is very little doubt in my mind. However if Mr. Weasley doesn't learn to get along with Mr. Malfoy, there will be some problems along the way."

                "I hope they find her in time," Snape said, staring into his now cold drink.

***

                When it become dark outside, Hermione changed into the same blue cotton nightgown that she had been wearing that morning. She slipped into the large bed. Will I be safe at night? I mean, they didn't try to drug the food, but something could happen to me... she thought to herself. However, her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't keep them open any longer. With a sigh, she drifted off to sleep.

***

                Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Draco flew until night fall. They were headed towards Malfoy Manor, which was Unplottable. Luckily, Draco knew exactly where to go. At nightfall, they sat  in a circle with a magical fire in the middle. They were all silent, each thinking about the horrendous tasks that lay ahead.

                Ginny sat in front of the fire as Harry Ron, and Draco set up the sleeping bags, with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Suddenly, she started to sing, her low, husky voice filling the woods.

                "When all the world is a hopeless jumble,

                and the raindrops tumble all around,

                heaven opens a magic lane.

                When all the clods darken up the skyway,

                there's a rainbow highway to be found,

                leading from your window pane,

                to a place behind the sun,

                just a step beyond the rain.

                Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,

                there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

               

                Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,

                and the dreams that you dare to dream,

                really do come true.

                Someday, I'll wish upon a star

                and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

                Where troubles melt like lemon drops,

                away above the chimney tops,

                that's where you'll find me.

                Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

                Birds fly over the rainbow,

                when then, oh, why can't I?

                If all those little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,

                why, oh why, can't I?"

                "Wait a minute, Harry," Ron said, "There's only three sleeping bags, but there's four of us."

                "We didn't have time to get a fourth. Someone is going to have to share," Harry said.

                "I'll share with Harry, because I don't want to share with Malfoy, and Ron moves to much AND snores," Ginny said, wrinkling her nose. She only blushed a little bit. Malfoy ignored them and laid down in his sleeping bag. I hope Hermione is okay...If anything happens to her, I will KILL father, he thought to himself as he drifted off to uneasy sleep. Ron went to bed next. He seemed to have no trouble getting to sleep.

                "Are you ready to go to sleep, Gin?" Harry asked her. She nodded and they walked to the remaining sleeping bag. He crawled in first, closely followed by her. They twined their legs together and she laid her head on his chest and his arms were around her.

                "Good night, Harry," she murmured sleepily.

                "Night, Gin," he said. Moments later, they were both asleep.

***

                At the same time that our heroes were drifting off to sleep, others were far from sleep.

                "What is the news, girl?" Lucius Malfoy snarled.

                "Potter and the Weasleys dragged Draco off to look for that Mudblood this afternoon. No one knows where they disappeared to," the girl said, sounding bored.

                "Interesting, very interesting," Lucius said thoughtfully.

                "What's interesting?" the girl said, sounding vaguely interested.

                "At the same time that we're killing the Mudblood, we could hand Potter over to the Dark Lord and rid the Magical Community of two lower-class people. The Dark Lord shall be most pleased with this," Lucius said, smiling evilly.

                "Fabulous," said the girl, sarcasm hinted in her voice.

                "You may leave, now," Lucius said and the girl left.

***

                Adelaide walked into the room to where the girl was sleeping on the large bed. Her heart went out to her, but she knew she mustn't do anything. Adelaide walked over to the chair where Hermione's discarded clothes were. She picked them up and draped them over one arm. With the other hand she picked up the sheets of parchment that Hermione had written on. She left a small, folded note in the middle of the other sheets of parchment. She looked at Hermione sadly one more time, then left.

***

Disclaimer: all the characters (i.e. Draco, Hermione, Luke Skywalker, Donald Trump, Alan Jackson, etc) belong to the great, wonderful, fabulous, fantastic, terrific, etc. Joanne Kathleen Rowling. The title belongs to Ian Flemming (?) It was the dude who wrote the James Bond novels. And the song lyrics, Somewhere Over the Rainbow were written and composed by E.Y. Harburg, and Harold Arlen and the song was featured in the movie The Wizard of Oz staring the late Judy Garland. Fantabulous movie. Go see it. Now. After reviewing.

 Author's Note: New York City is an awesome place. Everyone should go there. *grins* Anyways. Mysterious chapter, no? Who is 'the girl' and why is she talking to Lucius? Why was Adelaide looking at Hermione sadly and what's in her note? Who is the Master/Young Master? Is there really no business like show business? What is the second largest city in Alaska?  Oh, and by the way. Anything written like a note is written by Hermione. Sorry if I'm confusing you, I've just been watching SNL clips (from the 25th anniversary special). WE LOVE YOU, GILDA RADNER *sobs* Never mind *laughs madly* er... *cough*. Please R/R?