Chapter Five: Some Major Problems
"Minerva, find Ron and Ginny Weasley and send them to my office," commanded Dumbedore.
"All right," the weary professor said. She had stayed up all night looking for her niece, nephew, and Hermione. No trace of either of them had been found.
Professor McGonagall found Ron and Ginny in the Gryffindor Common room playing Gobstones.
"The Headmaster wishes to see the both of you," she said, yawning.
"Alright," said Ron, cleaning up the game.
She escorted the two to Dumbledore's office.
"Good Morning," he said cheerfully. "I wanted to talk to you about the night that Harry and Hermione disappeared. Ron, do you know anything?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "You-Know-Who kidnapped them. They had gone to detention with Professor Snape and the next thing we know Serena gets a call from Hermione on her communicator. Then she came back to the common room with You-Know-Who's wand."
"Ah," said Dumbledore, nodding.
"She went to transform yesterday when he showed up and was saying that Mina was Sailor Moon. We haven't seen her since," Ron continued. Ginny nodded, agreeing.
"What about you, Ginny?" asked Dumbledore, gently.
"Well, after Serena disappeared yesterday, I sort of sneaked up to Harry's dorm and took his cloak and map."
"Map?" asked Dumbledore.
Ginny took it out of her robes. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," she said.
"Mornin' Ginny! Hello, Professor. Hey there, Ron!" the map read.
Then the words "From Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," appeared on the map.
"Amazing," said Dumbledore. "Where'd you get it?"
"Fred and George," said Ron.
"And where did they get it?"
"No clue," said Ginny and Ron simultaneously.
"I put the cloak on and I found where they were at and they had Serena," Ginny continued.
"Who?" asked Dumbledore.
"You-Know-Who, Macnair, Malfoy, Malfoy, Pettigrew, and Professor Snape," she said, reading off of her hand.
"Thank you," replied Dumbledore. "Please escort yourselves back to the common room.
Harry awoke with a large pain in his back. He groaned as he sat up and looked around. He saw Hermione, sitting on a bare white cot, staring out a barred window.
"Harry! You're awake!" she said, running over and hugging him.
"Awake, but barely alive," he said, forcing out a laugh. "Is Serena okay?" he asked, suddenly concerned for his sister's life.
"Last I heard. You-Know-Who had no idea that I was awake, but he was talking to the Death Eaters about trying to harness her powers."
"And how can he do that?"
"Well, one of two ways. Either making her fully submit to him and give up her powers, or becoming his wife and the two of them having children. The child would be born with the power of its father, but still have the pure aura from Serena, therefore sharing her powers."
"BUT HE'S TEN YEARS OLDER THAN HER!" yelled Harry.
"Probably more. But she'd never do any of those things. She'd die first."
"Not if our lives were placed on the line. She'd give up anything, including herself for us. That's what I hate about her."
"She'd never give up her dignity to stoop as low as marrying him, even if it meant our lives. She knows that. I tell her that at least every other day, and I'm sure that your mother drilled that into her head early on."
"Plus, she's the heir to the throne. He has her powers, he has the Silver Millennium, and the Earth," Harry pointed out.
"Shh, someone's coming," she said, covering his mouth and quickly laying down.
Voldemort walked right past their cell in the dungeons. "I know you're awake, the both of you, so you might as well just sit up."
Neither one sat up.
"Fine, then I'll tell you anyway. Your darling princess has amazing powers, even greater than myself. Therefore, I must have them. Obviously, Miss Granger here heard the options. I personally, prefer her marrying me, and then I am free to do what I want with her. But seeing as I have promised her to Mr. Malfoy, that is out of the question."
Harry jumped up. "You promised her to who?" he yelled.
"Mr. Malfoy. His son wants her for a slave. He obviously has good taste."
"That son of a-"
Voldemort's hand lashed out and slapped Harry's face. "Watch your tongue, Mr. Potter," he said, grinning. "Or I may be forced to kill you too."
"So what you're saying is that once you have my sister's power, you're going to kill her?"
"Precisely. I could send back her body, either in bits and pieces or the whole thing, so that you can give her a proper ceremony, or I might just keep it, let it rot, and send it back to you in twenty years. How's that?" he asked, grinning again.
"You are a sick minded fool," said Hermione, sitting up. "But you've forgotten one thing, only she can use the Imperium Silver Crystal. You can't. It's of no use to you."
Voldemort cursed under his breath and then straightened up and said "But you've forgotten. She's the heir to the throne. If she has a child, the child will inherit the powers."
"Not necessarily," said Hermione, thinking. "What if she's not the heir to the throne that you think she is. What if one of Serenity's other children is?" asked Hermione, proving a point.
"Who's side are you on?" asked Harry.
"Shut up," said Hermione. "You didn't even bother to read the history on the Moon Kingdom. I did. I know the laws by heart, and I'm not even the Crown Prince."
"Crown Prince, eh?" said Voldemort. "So you must be the heir," he said to Harry.
"So what if I am?" he said, giving Voldemort death glares.
"Then it's you that I don't want to kill, but I am free to kill your girlfriend, or just take her mind and brainwash her to do my dirty work for me. Not a bad idea…" "Or," he thought. "I can try and bribe off Malfoy's snide little son with this girl instead. She's not half bad looking."
"Wormtail," he said, snapping his fingers. The shrewd little man appeared at his side.
"Yes, Master?" he asked, bowing.
"Take Miss Granger up to the main floor and place her in one of the rooms. I have to have a little talk with Mr. Malfoy about our deal." He turned, his cloak swishing and strolled off.
He walked up and went into his office, located near the dining room of his manor. "Macnair," he said, pushing a call button on his pager. "Find Mr. Draco Malfoy and send him to my office. I need to have a word with him."
Fifteen minutes later, Draco strutted into Voldemort's office.
"Yes, Master?" he asked.
"About our bargain. Would you instead, for your slave, enjoy this girl?" he asked, snapping his fingers. A bound and gagged Hermione appeared, squirming and twisting to remove her bindings.
Draco looked her over. "She's an overall nice looking girl, but I'm looking for a blonde. Not a buck-toothed, bushy-haired, teacher's pet," he said, taking the opportunity to rub it in her face.
"She's yours," he said. "Take her." He snapped his fingers and the gag and bindings were removed, forcing her toward Malfoy.
Malfoy caught her and helped her up. She stood next to Malfoy, deciding which man there she hated more: Malfoy, or Voldemort.
"This doesn't change our deal, sir," said Malfoy.
"No, no, of course not," said Voldemort, ushering the two of them out of his office.
When the door had shut behind them, Malfoy hissed in Hermione's ear, "Once we hit the manor, you're free to go. I have absolutely no use for another slave. Plus, Dumbldore's already arranged a search party for you, Potter, and Serena."
"Fine by me," she replied, crossing her arms. Suddenly, her face lit up. "Oh! I get it," she said, grinning. "You've got a crush on Serena!"
"No!" denied Malfoy, the tips of his ears turning red. Hermione gave him a look. "Okay, I do like her," he finally admitted. "But tell anyone, Granger, and you can kiss your social life goodbye."
"What does that mean?" she asked, accusingly.
"It means that you'll be aching too much to get out of bed in the morning. Remember, I grew up in a house where Dark Magic was used all the time."
"Whatever," she said, waving her hand impatiently.
"Come on," he said and led her to the carriage. "It'll take you back to Hogwarts and me back to my manor. I have work to do."
When they reached Hogwarts, Hermione said to him "Thanks for letting me go, but why did you do it?"
"I've got bigger plans, that don't include a loudmouthed know-it-all, Granger. Plus, at least one of you has to come back and help with the search party. Otherwise, they'll never find Serena and Harry."
"Yeah. Guess I'd better go help. Bye!"
She raced past the castle gates and into the school.
Draco sighed and leaned back. "I don't understand it. I've never liked her brother, so how can I be in love with her?" he asked himself inside his mind. "It's too complicated to think about. I'm tired," he thought, and fell asleep.
***
Hermione ran smack-dab into Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger!" he exclaimed. "Where have you been?" he asked.
"Kidnapped by Voldemort, sold off as a slave to Draco Malfoy, and brought back here. It's been a very interesting two days," she said, naming off the events on her fingers.
"Well, in that case, please come with me to my office. Professor McGonagall would like a word with you."
She silently followed him to his office where he let her in, and left her and the weary professor alone.
"Professor?" asked Hermione, seeing the dark circles below her eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, Miss Granger. I'm fine. Where have you been?"
"Around."
"How did you manage to escape?"
"Draco Malfoy helped me."
"Is Serena okay? What about Harry?"
"As far as I know, she's in no danger," lied Hermione, not wanting to bring up her fears about what Voldemort might do to her. "Harry is in a cell in a dungeon somewhere. He's safe because Voldemort needs his powers, both magical and Moon Kingdom related to conquer the world, along with Serena's, so he can't kill the two of them."
"That's good. So we can buy some time. Miss Granger, I daresay that we should both return to bed, judging by the way we look," laughed McGonagall. The two returned to Gryffindor tower.
***
Voldemort paced his study, thinking of ways to harness the Moon Prince and Princess's powers. "I could completely drain the boy of his powers, then use him as bait for the king and queen and keep the silver crystal for myself, or I could just make them surrender their powers to me, believing that the other is in danger. That works," he decided.
He strolled down the hall to the room where he was keeping Serena and was surprised to see her awake. She had found something else to wear, besides her Sailor uniform. She was wearing a long, flowing light blue gown and had redone her hair so that it was no longer messy. In short, she looked beautiful. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched her finish up her hair.
She turned around and was surprised to see him there. "What do you want?" she demanded.
"I kidnapped you, therefore, I get to visit my prisoner whenever I darn well please," he snapped back, walking over to her.
"Don't touch me," she said without looking up.
He moved a hand closer to her to see what she would do. She whipped around and faced the other direction. She felt him move closer towards her and whispered the words "Moon Crystal Power."
A flash of light shot out from her body and sent him flying back into the wall. He angrily got up and stormed over to her and started cursing at her.
"What the heck was that for?" he screamed.
"I warned you not to touch me," she said calmly.
He shouted a spell and she went flying back against the headboard and landed on the bed, unable to move.
"You have no idea what I could do to you," he said quietly.
"I have some idea," she responded. "It's not that hard to figure out," she said more quietly.
"I'll leave you here to think on it. But while you're in here, you might as well think on this: you have two options, and twenty-four hours to make your choice. You can either hand over your powers as Princess of the Moon Kingdom to me, or you can marry me, and as my wife, hand over the powers to me. You see my dear, the choices are limited. Or, wait, you could just hand over the powers, unless you want to see your brother get hurt."
"How hurt?" she asked cautiously.
"Extremely hurt, as in tortured for information and then killed."
"He'd never tell you anything, I can tell you that right now."
"Oh, I believe, my darling Serenity, that he would. Given the right prodding, he would," said Voldemort, and then left the room.
AN: Obviously, Voldemort here is on some cranky pills. First he's nice, then he's mean. What is his problem? (Even I'm the author, and I don't even know.) Reviews are appreciated, and emails are accepted and appreciated, so please review or email! Thanks!
"Minerva, find Ron and Ginny Weasley and send them to my office," commanded Dumbedore.
"All right," the weary professor said. She had stayed up all night looking for her niece, nephew, and Hermione. No trace of either of them had been found.
Professor McGonagall found Ron and Ginny in the Gryffindor Common room playing Gobstones.
"The Headmaster wishes to see the both of you," she said, yawning.
"Alright," said Ron, cleaning up the game.
She escorted the two to Dumbledore's office.
"Good Morning," he said cheerfully. "I wanted to talk to you about the night that Harry and Hermione disappeared. Ron, do you know anything?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "You-Know-Who kidnapped them. They had gone to detention with Professor Snape and the next thing we know Serena gets a call from Hermione on her communicator. Then she came back to the common room with You-Know-Who's wand."
"Ah," said Dumbledore, nodding.
"She went to transform yesterday when he showed up and was saying that Mina was Sailor Moon. We haven't seen her since," Ron continued. Ginny nodded, agreeing.
"What about you, Ginny?" asked Dumbledore, gently.
"Well, after Serena disappeared yesterday, I sort of sneaked up to Harry's dorm and took his cloak and map."
"Map?" asked Dumbledore.
Ginny took it out of her robes. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," she said.
"Mornin' Ginny! Hello, Professor. Hey there, Ron!" the map read.
Then the words "From Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," appeared on the map.
"Amazing," said Dumbledore. "Where'd you get it?"
"Fred and George," said Ron.
"And where did they get it?"
"No clue," said Ginny and Ron simultaneously.
"I put the cloak on and I found where they were at and they had Serena," Ginny continued.
"Who?" asked Dumbledore.
"You-Know-Who, Macnair, Malfoy, Malfoy, Pettigrew, and Professor Snape," she said, reading off of her hand.
"Thank you," replied Dumbledore. "Please escort yourselves back to the common room.
Harry awoke with a large pain in his back. He groaned as he sat up and looked around. He saw Hermione, sitting on a bare white cot, staring out a barred window.
"Harry! You're awake!" she said, running over and hugging him.
"Awake, but barely alive," he said, forcing out a laugh. "Is Serena okay?" he asked, suddenly concerned for his sister's life.
"Last I heard. You-Know-Who had no idea that I was awake, but he was talking to the Death Eaters about trying to harness her powers."
"And how can he do that?"
"Well, one of two ways. Either making her fully submit to him and give up her powers, or becoming his wife and the two of them having children. The child would be born with the power of its father, but still have the pure aura from Serena, therefore sharing her powers."
"BUT HE'S TEN YEARS OLDER THAN HER!" yelled Harry.
"Probably more. But she'd never do any of those things. She'd die first."
"Not if our lives were placed on the line. She'd give up anything, including herself for us. That's what I hate about her."
"She'd never give up her dignity to stoop as low as marrying him, even if it meant our lives. She knows that. I tell her that at least every other day, and I'm sure that your mother drilled that into her head early on."
"Plus, she's the heir to the throne. He has her powers, he has the Silver Millennium, and the Earth," Harry pointed out.
"Shh, someone's coming," she said, covering his mouth and quickly laying down.
Voldemort walked right past their cell in the dungeons. "I know you're awake, the both of you, so you might as well just sit up."
Neither one sat up.
"Fine, then I'll tell you anyway. Your darling princess has amazing powers, even greater than myself. Therefore, I must have them. Obviously, Miss Granger here heard the options. I personally, prefer her marrying me, and then I am free to do what I want with her. But seeing as I have promised her to Mr. Malfoy, that is out of the question."
Harry jumped up. "You promised her to who?" he yelled.
"Mr. Malfoy. His son wants her for a slave. He obviously has good taste."
"That son of a-"
Voldemort's hand lashed out and slapped Harry's face. "Watch your tongue, Mr. Potter," he said, grinning. "Or I may be forced to kill you too."
"So what you're saying is that once you have my sister's power, you're going to kill her?"
"Precisely. I could send back her body, either in bits and pieces or the whole thing, so that you can give her a proper ceremony, or I might just keep it, let it rot, and send it back to you in twenty years. How's that?" he asked, grinning again.
"You are a sick minded fool," said Hermione, sitting up. "But you've forgotten one thing, only she can use the Imperium Silver Crystal. You can't. It's of no use to you."
Voldemort cursed under his breath and then straightened up and said "But you've forgotten. She's the heir to the throne. If she has a child, the child will inherit the powers."
"Not necessarily," said Hermione, thinking. "What if she's not the heir to the throne that you think she is. What if one of Serenity's other children is?" asked Hermione, proving a point.
"Who's side are you on?" asked Harry.
"Shut up," said Hermione. "You didn't even bother to read the history on the Moon Kingdom. I did. I know the laws by heart, and I'm not even the Crown Prince."
"Crown Prince, eh?" said Voldemort. "So you must be the heir," he said to Harry.
"So what if I am?" he said, giving Voldemort death glares.
"Then it's you that I don't want to kill, but I am free to kill your girlfriend, or just take her mind and brainwash her to do my dirty work for me. Not a bad idea…" "Or," he thought. "I can try and bribe off Malfoy's snide little son with this girl instead. She's not half bad looking."
"Wormtail," he said, snapping his fingers. The shrewd little man appeared at his side.
"Yes, Master?" he asked, bowing.
"Take Miss Granger up to the main floor and place her in one of the rooms. I have to have a little talk with Mr. Malfoy about our deal." He turned, his cloak swishing and strolled off.
He walked up and went into his office, located near the dining room of his manor. "Macnair," he said, pushing a call button on his pager. "Find Mr. Draco Malfoy and send him to my office. I need to have a word with him."
Fifteen minutes later, Draco strutted into Voldemort's office.
"Yes, Master?" he asked.
"About our bargain. Would you instead, for your slave, enjoy this girl?" he asked, snapping his fingers. A bound and gagged Hermione appeared, squirming and twisting to remove her bindings.
Draco looked her over. "She's an overall nice looking girl, but I'm looking for a blonde. Not a buck-toothed, bushy-haired, teacher's pet," he said, taking the opportunity to rub it in her face.
"She's yours," he said. "Take her." He snapped his fingers and the gag and bindings were removed, forcing her toward Malfoy.
Malfoy caught her and helped her up. She stood next to Malfoy, deciding which man there she hated more: Malfoy, or Voldemort.
"This doesn't change our deal, sir," said Malfoy.
"No, no, of course not," said Voldemort, ushering the two of them out of his office.
When the door had shut behind them, Malfoy hissed in Hermione's ear, "Once we hit the manor, you're free to go. I have absolutely no use for another slave. Plus, Dumbldore's already arranged a search party for you, Potter, and Serena."
"Fine by me," she replied, crossing her arms. Suddenly, her face lit up. "Oh! I get it," she said, grinning. "You've got a crush on Serena!"
"No!" denied Malfoy, the tips of his ears turning red. Hermione gave him a look. "Okay, I do like her," he finally admitted. "But tell anyone, Granger, and you can kiss your social life goodbye."
"What does that mean?" she asked, accusingly.
"It means that you'll be aching too much to get out of bed in the morning. Remember, I grew up in a house where Dark Magic was used all the time."
"Whatever," she said, waving her hand impatiently.
"Come on," he said and led her to the carriage. "It'll take you back to Hogwarts and me back to my manor. I have work to do."
When they reached Hogwarts, Hermione said to him "Thanks for letting me go, but why did you do it?"
"I've got bigger plans, that don't include a loudmouthed know-it-all, Granger. Plus, at least one of you has to come back and help with the search party. Otherwise, they'll never find Serena and Harry."
"Yeah. Guess I'd better go help. Bye!"
She raced past the castle gates and into the school.
Draco sighed and leaned back. "I don't understand it. I've never liked her brother, so how can I be in love with her?" he asked himself inside his mind. "It's too complicated to think about. I'm tired," he thought, and fell asleep.
***
Hermione ran smack-dab into Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger!" he exclaimed. "Where have you been?" he asked.
"Kidnapped by Voldemort, sold off as a slave to Draco Malfoy, and brought back here. It's been a very interesting two days," she said, naming off the events on her fingers.
"Well, in that case, please come with me to my office. Professor McGonagall would like a word with you."
She silently followed him to his office where he let her in, and left her and the weary professor alone.
"Professor?" asked Hermione, seeing the dark circles below her eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, Miss Granger. I'm fine. Where have you been?"
"Around."
"How did you manage to escape?"
"Draco Malfoy helped me."
"Is Serena okay? What about Harry?"
"As far as I know, she's in no danger," lied Hermione, not wanting to bring up her fears about what Voldemort might do to her. "Harry is in a cell in a dungeon somewhere. He's safe because Voldemort needs his powers, both magical and Moon Kingdom related to conquer the world, along with Serena's, so he can't kill the two of them."
"That's good. So we can buy some time. Miss Granger, I daresay that we should both return to bed, judging by the way we look," laughed McGonagall. The two returned to Gryffindor tower.
***
Voldemort paced his study, thinking of ways to harness the Moon Prince and Princess's powers. "I could completely drain the boy of his powers, then use him as bait for the king and queen and keep the silver crystal for myself, or I could just make them surrender their powers to me, believing that the other is in danger. That works," he decided.
He strolled down the hall to the room where he was keeping Serena and was surprised to see her awake. She had found something else to wear, besides her Sailor uniform. She was wearing a long, flowing light blue gown and had redone her hair so that it was no longer messy. In short, she looked beautiful. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched her finish up her hair.
She turned around and was surprised to see him there. "What do you want?" she demanded.
"I kidnapped you, therefore, I get to visit my prisoner whenever I darn well please," he snapped back, walking over to her.
"Don't touch me," she said without looking up.
He moved a hand closer to her to see what she would do. She whipped around and faced the other direction. She felt him move closer towards her and whispered the words "Moon Crystal Power."
A flash of light shot out from her body and sent him flying back into the wall. He angrily got up and stormed over to her and started cursing at her.
"What the heck was that for?" he screamed.
"I warned you not to touch me," she said calmly.
He shouted a spell and she went flying back against the headboard and landed on the bed, unable to move.
"You have no idea what I could do to you," he said quietly.
"I have some idea," she responded. "It's not that hard to figure out," she said more quietly.
"I'll leave you here to think on it. But while you're in here, you might as well think on this: you have two options, and twenty-four hours to make your choice. You can either hand over your powers as Princess of the Moon Kingdom to me, or you can marry me, and as my wife, hand over the powers to me. You see my dear, the choices are limited. Or, wait, you could just hand over the powers, unless you want to see your brother get hurt."
"How hurt?" she asked cautiously.
"Extremely hurt, as in tortured for information and then killed."
"He'd never tell you anything, I can tell you that right now."
"Oh, I believe, my darling Serenity, that he would. Given the right prodding, he would," said Voldemort, and then left the room.
AN: Obviously, Voldemort here is on some cranky pills. First he's nice, then he's mean. What is his problem? (Even I'm the author, and I don't even know.) Reviews are appreciated, and emails are accepted and appreciated, so please review or email! Thanks!
