Dumbledore's death!?
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"Pardon? Did I heard you wrong?" Hermione asked Dobby for she couldn't quite believe what she had just heard. Dobby beamed at
her and nodded profusely.
"Oy elf, are you kidding me? Have you gone nuts?" Draco was questioning Dobby in the most unpleasant way. His finger pushing and
poking at the middle of Dobby's forehead, he poked so hard that Dobby nearly fell off the bed.
"Stop it!" bursts Dobby suddenly. He was so loud that it echoed in the dungeon, for a moment, it made everyone silent in fear, even
Draco. When they've checked that nobody noticed about Dobby presence and everything was alright, Dobby spoke again.
"Dobby is sent here to rescue Miss Granger and Master Malfoy."
"And how would you do that? You little big-headed thing?" asked Draco, trying to insult Dobby. He was unsatisfied from being scared at
Dobby just now but was ignored by Dobby.
"First, I must get you something to eat, you look hungry," said Dobby. Then with a clap of his hands, two trays filled with mouth
watering food appeared, floating in the air. Both Hermione and Draco took down their trays and started digging in.
However hungry Draco was, he still insisted on eating like a gentleman. Cutting his food into small pieces and devour them slowly, bit
by bit. "He takes care of his reputation too much," Hermione thought silently. She on the other hand, couldn't be bothered
about the way she ate, all she wanted now is to get out.
"So when are we getting out of here?" asked Hermione with food piled inside her mouth.
"Don't speak when you eat, Granger," Draco told Hermione, trying to embarrass her.
"You are speaking too!" Hermione counter attacked him.
"You…." Before Draco could speak, Hermione made fun of him again.
"Ha! Look, there are veggies caught between your teeth!" Hermione teased Draco.
Draco's hand flew towards his mouth, covering it, as he turned the other direction. Hermione laughted at his reaction until she choked.
Dobby was sitting on Draco's lap (nobody knew how he got there), he too joined Hermoine and laughed at Draco.
After the laughing stopped, Dobby told them a matter that may stop them from laughing forever. "Dobby is only taking you two back in
a few days."
"WHAT??"
"Shh… Professor Dumbledore told Dobby to do so. And please, not so loud," squeaked Dobby.
"Is that old wizard off his rocker?" said Draco rudely.
"Dobby heard Dumbledore said something about meeting you-know-who.." Dobby trailed off again.
At the mention of this name, the three of them went silent again.
"Dobby, I have a question to ask you," said Hermione, breaking the silence.
Dobby nodded softly, his head supported by his knees.
"Why do house elfs fear their master so much, even when they're not in the wrong? Why do they never fight for their rights?"
"Miss Granger, there a question nobody asked Dobby," Dobby replied weakly. "We house elfs are bound to serve our master since
we're born. You see, we're enslaved to the family we serve. When we do something very wrong, we must punish ourselves. But, if we
do something that betrays our master or make them very sad, we will die. This only happens to house elfs with master, if they give us
clothes, it means that we're freed from the enslavement, and we will not die," Dobby finished with a serious tone.
"So, I see.." said Hermione, thinking over what Dobby said. "So you have nothing to fear then," chirped Hermione. But all Dobby did
was gave her a bitter smile and swallowed.
"Klank klank.."
Came sounds of heavy footsteps echoing the dungeon. Everyone turned to look who it was. From far, they could see two people
approaching them, one of them was Wooster. And the other one, he was cloaked, slender and had shoulder length hair, which looked a
little greasy. Hermione recognized this person at once, it was Snape.
They walked toward the cell Hermione and Draco was in. Snape's eyes widened when he saw his students there.
"Severus, here are your fellow student," Wooster stated the obvious. "Hello Hermione dear," he greeted Hermione. "They are fine, you
see."
"Now, shall we go, my master's awaiting your arrival," said Wooster again. Snape turned and left. Wooster turned back to the cell,
looking nastier than ever, "Your professor is going to help us get rid of Dumbledore, he just gave us some of Dumbledore's hair for the
Poly Juice Potion II," whispered Wooster, then he laughed silently.
Snape's arrival gave Hermione another major shock. "Wasn't he a spy for the bright side, spying on Voldermoth? And why is he
here?" thought Hermione curiously. She knew that Kehyrdius and his followers are dark wizards, but what is the connection
between? She looked for Dobby, wanting to ask him about it, but he had already disappeared. While Hermione was lost in thoughts of
her father, dark wizards and Snape, Draco was already fast asleep.
When Draco woke up, he found himself in a very the most unusual place likely. It was dark, very dark indeed. He was walking without
a direction. And felt something burdening him, it was Hermione, he was cradling her. She was unconscious, her face whiter than chalk.
The right sleeve of her clothes were torn, revealing the scratches on her fore arm. There were several cuts on her face, blood trickled
from her wounds but was dried and hardened up, due to the long exposure to the air.
Draco wanted to stop but he suddenly found himself running at break neck speed. He felt some unseen presence chasing after them.
He ran into every available path, knocking over things but he couldn't tell what they are, it was too dark.
Once in a while the moon would escape the dark clouds' coverage and shine down brightly, the other times, it will hide itself behind
them. After making sure that nobody trailed them, Draco began walking again. As he walked he heard sound of flowing waters. "It
wasn't gushing, so it must be a stream somewhere near," assumed Draco. Following the sounds of water, he moved again, then he
spot something very strange.
There was a spot, some cloaked figures gathered around, they were death eaters. In the middle of these figures, there stood two men.
One had silvery long hair and beard, he wore a stern expression, his eyes were as hard as moonstones and he was standing taller than
the other, who was frail and small. His face looked as if he didn't had any blood in his body. His eyes were red and worst of all, he
looked like a snake.
Draco needn't look twice to tell that the first man was indeed Albus Dumbledore, and the second one, as the looks could already tell
you who he was - Voldermoth. A knowing yet self-satisfied smirk curled the edge of his thin lips.
The strangest of all, the moon shone brightly at this particular spot, so it gave Draco a good view around the place. It happened to be
a forest, since it had trees all over the place. Without much hesitation, Draco hid behind a large tree. Not wanting to be noticed, he
tried to be as quite as possible too. He was holding Hermione very closely, afraid that she might be discovered too if she woke up now.
"You think you can take me down?" said Voldermoth coldly. He threw his hands at his back and walked around Dumbledore, his smirk
grew. "How silly of you to think so. I have came a long way to achieve such greatness." Then someone sniggered, it Voldermoth heard
it, so does Draco. Draco turned around silently, it came from some bushes nearby, and there was something red, like red hair. Then he
recognized that snigger, "Weasley!" rang his mind.
"Ah… I've waited long enough for the arrival of this moment," Voldermoth remarked, as he drew his wand from his robe and pointed it
at Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked as if he wanted to fight back with, but too late, Voldermoth yelled "Aveda Kedavra!"
A glare of green light shot from the tip of Voldermoth's wand and threw Dumbledore off balance, knocking him off the ground.
Everyone held their breath and all the cloaked figures waited for a while, wands gripped tightly in their hands waiting to strike it he was
still alive. Even Voldermoth's smirk was replaced by a worried look.
A few moments past and Dumbledore still hadn't move, his death was proven. Voldermoth regained his smirk and laught loudly, a cold
and sharp laugh, indicating his victory.
Suddenly, the bush Weasley was hiding in shook and Voldermoth's eyes shot there instanly. "Who's there? Seize them!" he ordered,
pointing at the bushes. A few of the death eaters went chasing there, then two boys were seen running out. Draco already knew that
one of them are Weasley, and the other turned out to be Potter. They headed towards the tree Draco was hiding. "Don't come here
dammit!" screamed Draco's mind.
Draco slipped as the two boys passed, Voldermoth noticed him. "Behind the tree, catch him too!" yelled Voldermoth. The rest of the
death eaters lunged at his direction, chasing him. He ran with Ron and Harry, but was a little lagged behind because Hermione was
weighing him down.
Soon, a death eater caught up with Draco, and he was pulling Hermione's leg. The death eater would net let go, nor would Draco, then
another few approached him, their wands pointing wickedly…
A/N: I'm trying to finish this fic ASAP, so I will be going on quite fast. Yes, I am still struggling to put those two (Draco &
Hermione) together. But I assure you, it will happen.
Oh and I really need a beta reader(noticed that my writings are getting from bad to worse.) Anywho interested? Please email me! :)
Anyways, please R&R!