A/N: Chapter 11 of Just Their Secret. nooooo
Disclaimer: Sorceress mine, plot mine; rest is JK Rowling's work!
Chapter 11: Kidnapped
Hermione was on her way back to London on the Hogwarts Express. She was only on there for 10 minutes when she started to long that she was back at Hogwarts with Harry.
'Oh, Hermione, you can go back to him on September 1st!' said a voice in her head. Hermione frowned. September 1st was too far away. It was August 24th, and going back to Hogwarts was EXACTLY a week away.
Hermione looked out of her window and stared at the passing mountains and valleys. She sighed heavily.
"Well," she told herself, "at least you're going to Bulgaria for a sensible reason."
**********
Back at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry were eating dinner in the Great Hall. Well, Ron was, at least. Harry was staring at his untouched chicken legs and mashed potatoes, along with his mouth-watering chocolate éclairs. He had lost his appetite since Hermione left.
"Oh, c'mon, 'Arry," said Ron, his mouth full of treacle pudding. He swallowed it hastily. "She'll be back before you know it."
Harry stared at Ron. That was the exact thing that Hermione had said to him before she left.
"Yeah, I know, but I don't want anything to happen to her," Harry told him, twiddling with his fork.
Ron grinned. "I don't either mate, I don't either."
Harry's eyebrows scrunched together.
"Ron, what did that sorceress do to you?" he said, waiting in bated breath.
"You know, Harry, I don't really know. Maybe she changed my attitude or maybe she changed ME, but who knows?" said Ron, helping himself to a caramel apple.
Harry looked at Ron. Maybe the sorceress HAD changed him...maybe to a different IpersonI?.. Nah.
**********
It was very late at night, and Hermione clambered off the Hogwarts Express. Nobody was at the train station, and when she went back out of Platform 9 and ¾, she saw that not one single muggle was outside.
Yet there was a cloaked man standing about twenty feet away from her. Hermione immediately became scared. She started walking off, but then stopped. He's probably a muggle, so she could hit him with a spell if he tried to attack her, right?
Hermione turned around and walked to him. She was only five feet away from him when she spoke.
"Um---excuse me, sir? Do you know the way to---"?
But suddenly Hermione heard someone mutter something behind her, and before she could even turn around, she had fainted in the middle of the train station.
**********
Harry and Ron were back in the Gryffindor common room; they had just finished dinner and they were seated on two armchairs.
"Do you think she'll be okay, Ron? I mean, it'll definitely be late in the muggle world when she gets there, and there's no one else with her," said Harry in a shaky tone after five minutes of sitting in silence.
"Harry, face the facts. Hermione's bound to be kidnapped or something like---"
"IRONI!" yelled Harry. "IYOU BETTER NOT SAY THAT AGAINI!" He was breathing like a winded rhinoceros. "You d-don't---WANT Hermione to be k-kidnapped, d-do you?" he stammered.
Ron grinned evilly. His face then turned normal again.
"Oh come on, Harry, don't be a git!" said Ron, laughing. Harry was still looking at him weirdly.
"Whatever. I'm going up to bed," he muttered, and he jogged up the stairs and into his dormitory, thinking about what Ron had said. He didn't even want to THINK of Hermione being kidnapped.
**********
A very large man with big muscles was taking Hermione away, carrying her on his shoulder. She woke up with fuzzy vision and saw through the blur three other hooded figures behind her.
Hermione realized what was happening and she shut her eyes quickly, pretending she was still unconscious. Suddenly she heard a very cold voice from behind her.
"Good, Macnair, good...now all we have to do is let Potter find out she has been kidnapped so he'll come trying to rescue her...that is your job, Malfoy. Now go."
Hermione's closed eyes widened with fear. She knew exactly whom that voice belonged to...and she didn't want to know what the person looked like.
She found herself being pulled off of the large man's shoulders and being tied up with very uncomfortable ropes. She still pretended to be unconscious, her head lolling onto her shoulder.
"Pity I have to kill the little mudblood..." said the icy voice. "She's quite good-looking."
Hermione did not beam to herself at all. Being called attractive is very satisfying...but not when the person who says it is Lord Voldemort.
**********
Ron suddenly jolted Harry awake in the morning, and Harry jumped.
"What, Ron? WHAT?" he yelled, and he saw a very white-faced Ron.
"Harry, Hermione got a letter!" he said, taking a very wrinkled piece of parchment from his robe's pocket.
"Read it!" said Ron, and Harry put on his glasses. He took the piece of parchment and started to read:
IHermione, I am starting to doubt that you even like me. You have not responded at all for the past two months and I am becoming very worried about you and your safety. I thought you told me you were coming to Bulgaria to talk to me in person? Why have you not arrived? Send word with my owl, Vanderwolk, and please tell me that you're all right.
Sincerely,
ViktorI
**********
Harry's jaw opened, speechless. Hermione was in danger. She had not arrived in Bulgaria. He knew that somehow she had ended up somewhere else, and he didn't want to think as where that might be.
Harry saw a very handsome tawny owl on the end of his bed, waiting for Harry to put a letter back on his leg to go back to Viktor.
"Hermione d-didn't show---IUPI?" Harry stuttered. Ron nodded very slowly, his face turning very red.
"Harry, we need to find out what happened to her!" cried Ron shrilly.
"No," said Harry, shaking his head. "I know exactly what happened. Voldemort took her."
Ron winced at the sound of the name.
"How can you be sure?" asked Ron uncertainly.
"I'm smart," Harry said, getting up. He put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory, Ron following his steps.
"Look," said Harry to Ron, stopping in his tracks. "We'll just have to find You-know-who without Hermione's help."
Harry thought about this. This was going to be almost impossible without Hermione.
"How on earth are we going to do that?" Ron cried, sounding bewildered.
"We're just going to have to try our best, Ron," said Harry, and he walked out of Gryffindor Tower.
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A/N: Left you hanging off your seat, eh?
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Disclaimer: Sorceress mine, plot mine; rest is JK Rowling's work!
Chapter 11: Kidnapped
Hermione was on her way back to London on the Hogwarts Express. She was only on there for 10 minutes when she started to long that she was back at Hogwarts with Harry.
'Oh, Hermione, you can go back to him on September 1st!' said a voice in her head. Hermione frowned. September 1st was too far away. It was August 24th, and going back to Hogwarts was EXACTLY a week away.
Hermione looked out of her window and stared at the passing mountains and valleys. She sighed heavily.
"Well," she told herself, "at least you're going to Bulgaria for a sensible reason."
**********
Back at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry were eating dinner in the Great Hall. Well, Ron was, at least. Harry was staring at his untouched chicken legs and mashed potatoes, along with his mouth-watering chocolate éclairs. He had lost his appetite since Hermione left.
"Oh, c'mon, 'Arry," said Ron, his mouth full of treacle pudding. He swallowed it hastily. "She'll be back before you know it."
Harry stared at Ron. That was the exact thing that Hermione had said to him before she left.
"Yeah, I know, but I don't want anything to happen to her," Harry told him, twiddling with his fork.
Ron grinned. "I don't either mate, I don't either."
Harry's eyebrows scrunched together.
"Ron, what did that sorceress do to you?" he said, waiting in bated breath.
"You know, Harry, I don't really know. Maybe she changed my attitude or maybe she changed ME, but who knows?" said Ron, helping himself to a caramel apple.
Harry looked at Ron. Maybe the sorceress HAD changed him...maybe to a different IpersonI?.. Nah.
**********
It was very late at night, and Hermione clambered off the Hogwarts Express. Nobody was at the train station, and when she went back out of Platform 9 and ¾, she saw that not one single muggle was outside.
Yet there was a cloaked man standing about twenty feet away from her. Hermione immediately became scared. She started walking off, but then stopped. He's probably a muggle, so she could hit him with a spell if he tried to attack her, right?
Hermione turned around and walked to him. She was only five feet away from him when she spoke.
"Um---excuse me, sir? Do you know the way to---"?
But suddenly Hermione heard someone mutter something behind her, and before she could even turn around, she had fainted in the middle of the train station.
**********
Harry and Ron were back in the Gryffindor common room; they had just finished dinner and they were seated on two armchairs.
"Do you think she'll be okay, Ron? I mean, it'll definitely be late in the muggle world when she gets there, and there's no one else with her," said Harry in a shaky tone after five minutes of sitting in silence.
"Harry, face the facts. Hermione's bound to be kidnapped or something like---"
"IRONI!" yelled Harry. "IYOU BETTER NOT SAY THAT AGAINI!" He was breathing like a winded rhinoceros. "You d-don't---WANT Hermione to be k-kidnapped, d-do you?" he stammered.
Ron grinned evilly. His face then turned normal again.
"Oh come on, Harry, don't be a git!" said Ron, laughing. Harry was still looking at him weirdly.
"Whatever. I'm going up to bed," he muttered, and he jogged up the stairs and into his dormitory, thinking about what Ron had said. He didn't even want to THINK of Hermione being kidnapped.
**********
A very large man with big muscles was taking Hermione away, carrying her on his shoulder. She woke up with fuzzy vision and saw through the blur three other hooded figures behind her.
Hermione realized what was happening and she shut her eyes quickly, pretending she was still unconscious. Suddenly she heard a very cold voice from behind her.
"Good, Macnair, good...now all we have to do is let Potter find out she has been kidnapped so he'll come trying to rescue her...that is your job, Malfoy. Now go."
Hermione's closed eyes widened with fear. She knew exactly whom that voice belonged to...and she didn't want to know what the person looked like.
She found herself being pulled off of the large man's shoulders and being tied up with very uncomfortable ropes. She still pretended to be unconscious, her head lolling onto her shoulder.
"Pity I have to kill the little mudblood..." said the icy voice. "She's quite good-looking."
Hermione did not beam to herself at all. Being called attractive is very satisfying...but not when the person who says it is Lord Voldemort.
**********
Ron suddenly jolted Harry awake in the morning, and Harry jumped.
"What, Ron? WHAT?" he yelled, and he saw a very white-faced Ron.
"Harry, Hermione got a letter!" he said, taking a very wrinkled piece of parchment from his robe's pocket.
"Read it!" said Ron, and Harry put on his glasses. He took the piece of parchment and started to read:
IHermione, I am starting to doubt that you even like me. You have not responded at all for the past two months and I am becoming very worried about you and your safety. I thought you told me you were coming to Bulgaria to talk to me in person? Why have you not arrived? Send word with my owl, Vanderwolk, and please tell me that you're all right.
Sincerely,
ViktorI
**********
Harry's jaw opened, speechless. Hermione was in danger. She had not arrived in Bulgaria. He knew that somehow she had ended up somewhere else, and he didn't want to think as where that might be.
Harry saw a very handsome tawny owl on the end of his bed, waiting for Harry to put a letter back on his leg to go back to Viktor.
"Hermione d-didn't show---IUPI?" Harry stuttered. Ron nodded very slowly, his face turning very red.
"Harry, we need to find out what happened to her!" cried Ron shrilly.
"No," said Harry, shaking his head. "I know exactly what happened. Voldemort took her."
Ron winced at the sound of the name.
"How can you be sure?" asked Ron uncertainly.
"I'm smart," Harry said, getting up. He put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory, Ron following his steps.
"Look," said Harry to Ron, stopping in his tracks. "We'll just have to find You-know-who without Hermione's help."
Harry thought about this. This was going to be almost impossible without Hermione.
"How on earth are we going to do that?" Ron cried, sounding bewildered.
"We're just going to have to try our best, Ron," said Harry, and he walked out of Gryffindor Tower.
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A/N: Left you hanging off your seat, eh?
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