A/N: Yes, those last chapters left you pretty nervous, but never
fear, Rachel (ahem, that's me) is here!
Disclaimer: Everything is in the 2nd chapter! Just leave me alone! *sobs*
Chapter 10: Too Much Information
"My Lord, I have the answer!" cried a Death Eater excitedly. He was one of four.
"SILENCE!" Lord Voldemort roared, and the Death Eaters immediately hushed.
"Crabbe, tell me your wonderful news," he said in a cold tone to the first Death Eater.
"My Lord, it is far from wonderful," the Death Eater told him quietly. "Harry Potter knows where we are hiding!"
Voldemort, however, IdidI take this as wonderful news.
"Excellent! We shall lure him into a trap! Well done, Crabbe!"
The Death Eater looked extremely smug about this. Voldemort went on to the 2nd Death Eater.
"What have you seen, Macnair?" he asked the very tall hooded figure.
"The red-haired boy is no longer a part of the quest; he will be useless to Potter."
Voldemort grinned nastily.
"I am afraid that you are not correct, Macnair."
The Death Eater froze.
"But my Lord," he said hastily, "I have seen the two boys quarrel, I even heard---"
"Do you think the Dark Lord is mistaken?" interrupted Voldemort, getting his wand out.
"No, my Lord!" exclaimed the Death Eater. "Never, my Lord!"
"I think," said Voldemort icily, "that you deserve a punishment for your foolishness. Crucio!"
There was a sudden piercing scream. The Death Eater sounded like every vein in his body was being lit by fire; he was screaming so loud that the Death Eaters beside him covered their ears with pain.
As Voldemort put his wand down, the Death Eater stopped screaming. He was breathing heavily, as though it was hard for him to do so.
Voldemort laughed pitilessly at him and rapt his attention to the next Death Eater in line.
"And you, Avery, what do you have to tell?" he asked, putting his wand back in his pocket.
The Death Eater shifted uncomfortably. He definitely didn't want to be tortured.
"Y-yes, my Lord, my information is this... a girl named Hermione and a boy named Ron are not speaking to each other; they have fought and I doubt the boy's mind will be much help to let Potter find us."
Voldemort stood on the spot; he seemed to be thinking what to do with the Death Eater.
"Oh, good enough," he said, waving an impatient hand.
Her moved onward to the last Death Eater.
"Last but not least, Malfoy, what have you got to tell me?" he said in a bland voice.
"Harry Potter is in love, my Lord," said the Death Eater very confidently.
Lord Voldemort looked up.
"Go on," he told the Death Eater. The Death Eater continued:
"He is in love with a girl named Hermione Granger, a muggle-born who is said to be the cleverest witch in her grade. I suggest that we---"
"I did not ask for you suggestion, Malfoy," said Voldemort, holding up a hand to silence the Death Eater from saying any more.
He started pacing in circles, thinking.
"Hmm...I have heard that she is visiting Viktor Krum tomorrow, is the little mudblood not?" he asked, looking from hood to hood.
"You are correct, my Lord," said Crabbe, covering up the silent moment.
"Malfoy," said Voldemort, looking up at the Death Eater in question.
"You must go on a quest to Bulgaria to Viktor Krum's home. Your job is to kidnap the filthy mudblood. Make sure that the little Potter knows so he will go after her---to me. Understand?" he said darkly, but the Death Eater just grinned from under his hood.
"Yes, my Lord."
And he Apparated into thin air.
**********
Hermione had all of her things packed to go to Bulgaria; it was much past August 10th, but she had to visit Viktor so he wouldn't think she was ignoring him.
"Harry, you know why I'm going," said Hermione to Harry before she would leave.
"I want to tell Viktor that it's over. I'd rather tell him to his face than in a letter."
Harry didn't want Hermione to leave. Without her, what would he do? She was the smartest one, he needed her help.
"Don't worry," she said, and she kissed him.
"I'll be back before you know it."
Harry and Ron watched Hermione hop on the Hogwarts Express to go back to London. The train started to move, and soon it was out of sight where Harry was standing.
"C'mon, mate," said Ron, patting Harry on the back. "Let's go play a spanking game of wizard's chess."
Harry stared at Ron.
"No thank you, Ron, I'd rather be alone."
He walked back up to Hogwarts and into the castle, taking very slow strides, his hands in his pockets.
Now Hermione was the one who left him. He would have to wait for her to come back for one whole week, for she would go back home after she visited Viktor Krum.
But what if something happened to her? What if she had an accident of some sort? Harry couldn't bear to think of that.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Fat Lady.
"Pumpkin juice," he muttered.
"Indeed, dear!" said the Fat Lady, and she opened up.
Harry walked in and lay himself down on a red sofa. What should he do now? Should he go down to the Great Hall for dinner? Harry got up and walked back out of the portrait hole and went straight to the Great Hall.
As he walked in, he saw that the sorceress was the only one sitting up at the staff table. Harry looked at her. She looked at him. Her yellow eyes were not blinking.
"What did you do to Ron?" Harry asked suddenly, and the sorceress jumped.
"Ron?" she repeated, looking bewildered.
"I know you did something to him, so you better tell me the truth, or you'll lose one of your magical powers," said Harry to her. The sorceress beamed.
"Indeed I will," she replied, and she beamed even more widely.
"Unless I don't tell you at all."
She snapped a finger, and Harry realized he had been left alone in the Great Hall.
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A/N: End of chapter 10!
REVEIWERS ARE THE ONES THAT GET ALL THE LUCK
Disclaimer: Everything is in the 2nd chapter! Just leave me alone! *sobs*
Chapter 10: Too Much Information
"My Lord, I have the answer!" cried a Death Eater excitedly. He was one of four.
"SILENCE!" Lord Voldemort roared, and the Death Eaters immediately hushed.
"Crabbe, tell me your wonderful news," he said in a cold tone to the first Death Eater.
"My Lord, it is far from wonderful," the Death Eater told him quietly. "Harry Potter knows where we are hiding!"
Voldemort, however, IdidI take this as wonderful news.
"Excellent! We shall lure him into a trap! Well done, Crabbe!"
The Death Eater looked extremely smug about this. Voldemort went on to the 2nd Death Eater.
"What have you seen, Macnair?" he asked the very tall hooded figure.
"The red-haired boy is no longer a part of the quest; he will be useless to Potter."
Voldemort grinned nastily.
"I am afraid that you are not correct, Macnair."
The Death Eater froze.
"But my Lord," he said hastily, "I have seen the two boys quarrel, I even heard---"
"Do you think the Dark Lord is mistaken?" interrupted Voldemort, getting his wand out.
"No, my Lord!" exclaimed the Death Eater. "Never, my Lord!"
"I think," said Voldemort icily, "that you deserve a punishment for your foolishness. Crucio!"
There was a sudden piercing scream. The Death Eater sounded like every vein in his body was being lit by fire; he was screaming so loud that the Death Eaters beside him covered their ears with pain.
As Voldemort put his wand down, the Death Eater stopped screaming. He was breathing heavily, as though it was hard for him to do so.
Voldemort laughed pitilessly at him and rapt his attention to the next Death Eater in line.
"And you, Avery, what do you have to tell?" he asked, putting his wand back in his pocket.
The Death Eater shifted uncomfortably. He definitely didn't want to be tortured.
"Y-yes, my Lord, my information is this... a girl named Hermione and a boy named Ron are not speaking to each other; they have fought and I doubt the boy's mind will be much help to let Potter find us."
Voldemort stood on the spot; he seemed to be thinking what to do with the Death Eater.
"Oh, good enough," he said, waving an impatient hand.
Her moved onward to the last Death Eater.
"Last but not least, Malfoy, what have you got to tell me?" he said in a bland voice.
"Harry Potter is in love, my Lord," said the Death Eater very confidently.
Lord Voldemort looked up.
"Go on," he told the Death Eater. The Death Eater continued:
"He is in love with a girl named Hermione Granger, a muggle-born who is said to be the cleverest witch in her grade. I suggest that we---"
"I did not ask for you suggestion, Malfoy," said Voldemort, holding up a hand to silence the Death Eater from saying any more.
He started pacing in circles, thinking.
"Hmm...I have heard that she is visiting Viktor Krum tomorrow, is the little mudblood not?" he asked, looking from hood to hood.
"You are correct, my Lord," said Crabbe, covering up the silent moment.
"Malfoy," said Voldemort, looking up at the Death Eater in question.
"You must go on a quest to Bulgaria to Viktor Krum's home. Your job is to kidnap the filthy mudblood. Make sure that the little Potter knows so he will go after her---to me. Understand?" he said darkly, but the Death Eater just grinned from under his hood.
"Yes, my Lord."
And he Apparated into thin air.
**********
Hermione had all of her things packed to go to Bulgaria; it was much past August 10th, but she had to visit Viktor so he wouldn't think she was ignoring him.
"Harry, you know why I'm going," said Hermione to Harry before she would leave.
"I want to tell Viktor that it's over. I'd rather tell him to his face than in a letter."
Harry didn't want Hermione to leave. Without her, what would he do? She was the smartest one, he needed her help.
"Don't worry," she said, and she kissed him.
"I'll be back before you know it."
Harry and Ron watched Hermione hop on the Hogwarts Express to go back to London. The train started to move, and soon it was out of sight where Harry was standing.
"C'mon, mate," said Ron, patting Harry on the back. "Let's go play a spanking game of wizard's chess."
Harry stared at Ron.
"No thank you, Ron, I'd rather be alone."
He walked back up to Hogwarts and into the castle, taking very slow strides, his hands in his pockets.
Now Hermione was the one who left him. He would have to wait for her to come back for one whole week, for she would go back home after she visited Viktor Krum.
But what if something happened to her? What if she had an accident of some sort? Harry couldn't bear to think of that.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Fat Lady.
"Pumpkin juice," he muttered.
"Indeed, dear!" said the Fat Lady, and she opened up.
Harry walked in and lay himself down on a red sofa. What should he do now? Should he go down to the Great Hall for dinner? Harry got up and walked back out of the portrait hole and went straight to the Great Hall.
As he walked in, he saw that the sorceress was the only one sitting up at the staff table. Harry looked at her. She looked at him. Her yellow eyes were not blinking.
"What did you do to Ron?" Harry asked suddenly, and the sorceress jumped.
"Ron?" she repeated, looking bewildered.
"I know you did something to him, so you better tell me the truth, or you'll lose one of your magical powers," said Harry to her. The sorceress beamed.
"Indeed I will," she replied, and she beamed even more widely.
"Unless I don't tell you at all."
She snapped a finger, and Harry realized he had been left alone in the Great Hall.
«´¨`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»«´`·. ¸. *. ¸. ·´¨`»
A/N: End of chapter 10!
REVEIWERS ARE THE ONES THAT GET ALL THE LUCK