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"Reckon Malfoy has 'Mione?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged. He flew around the manor, looking into the many windows. Creeping in, Harry and Ron entered through a window.
"Hope nothing knocks this cloak off us," Harry whispered, as they tip- toed out of the room. The darkness didn't surprise them.
When their eyes had adjusted to the dark, Harry and Ron searched Malfoy Manor. Nothing came up. No Hermione. Not even the family was there.
"Strange," Ron said, frowning, "You'd think even Draco Malfoy would be here...maybe a house elf, or something to show that they still live here."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, frowning also. They went to the front door, and pulled it open. To their horror, Narcissa Malfoy stood before them, eyes wide.
"Waves, is that you?" she asked, looking around. She shrugged, and walked past them. Harry and Ron sighed in relief, and scampered out.
All the while, Severus, Sirius, and Remus Apparated in front of Riddle House. They silently hid in the shadows, walking around the house, until they were able to sneak through the back door.
"Quiet now," Severus said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked around a corner, before waving them forward.
A light suddenly turned on, blinding them. Row after row of people in black cloaks surrounded them. They went pale. Voldemort stood up from his chair, red eyes glittering.
"No Harry, Snape?" he asked, "Surprising, since she IS his friend..."
"We have come to get her back!" Remus said, stepping forward. Severus pulled him back.
"Were have you put her?!" Sirius demanded, glaring at them. Voldemort laughed.
"She is safe...for now. Until we get the money, Potter, and Snape," he said, giving Severus a death look, "she will remain here, and will be tortured."
"Over my dead body!" Severus hissed. Malfoy pulled his wand out, his son doing the same.
"May I, Our Lord?" he asked. Voldemort nodded. "Crucio, Crucio, Crucio!!!"
Severus cringed, trying to push the curse out. Sirius and Remus pulled out their wands, and tried to hex the Deatheaters. In retaliation, they hexed back.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "You know any other places they could be?" Ron asked. He yelped. They both were growing. "Oh, we are turning 12!!!"
"Yeah, just one..." Harry replied, climbing onto the Firebolt. Ron got on after him, after the dull pain of growing stopped.
"Where?" he questioned. Harry frowned.
"Riddle Manor," the black-haired boy said, urging the broom forward.
Sirius, Remus, and Severus thought that the end was nearing, their vision going black. "Good-bye, Snape," Voldemort said.
Harry and Ron flew through the shut window, showering the Deatheaters with glass. Gasping, Severus looked at them. "I told you to stay at Hogwarts!" he barked.
"You're lucky we didn't," Ron smirked, "You would be dead."
Sirius and Remus stumbled up, helping the third. Severus sighed. "Let's get Hermione!" he screamed, using his strongest Avada Kadavra.
Many of the Deatheaters dropped to the ground, dead. Severus blinked. Sirius and Remus had their wands pointed, panting. They, too, had used the killing curse.
"Time to save Hermione!" Harry and Ron yelled, charging forward with the three grown men.
"Reckon Malfoy has 'Mione?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged. He flew around the manor, looking into the many windows. Creeping in, Harry and Ron entered through a window.
"Hope nothing knocks this cloak off us," Harry whispered, as they tip- toed out of the room. The darkness didn't surprise them.
When their eyes had adjusted to the dark, Harry and Ron searched Malfoy Manor. Nothing came up. No Hermione. Not even the family was there.
"Strange," Ron said, frowning, "You'd think even Draco Malfoy would be here...maybe a house elf, or something to show that they still live here."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, frowning also. They went to the front door, and pulled it open. To their horror, Narcissa Malfoy stood before them, eyes wide.
"Waves, is that you?" she asked, looking around. She shrugged, and walked past them. Harry and Ron sighed in relief, and scampered out.
All the while, Severus, Sirius, and Remus Apparated in front of Riddle House. They silently hid in the shadows, walking around the house, until they were able to sneak through the back door.
"Quiet now," Severus said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked around a corner, before waving them forward.
A light suddenly turned on, blinding them. Row after row of people in black cloaks surrounded them. They went pale. Voldemort stood up from his chair, red eyes glittering.
"No Harry, Snape?" he asked, "Surprising, since she IS his friend..."
"We have come to get her back!" Remus said, stepping forward. Severus pulled him back.
"Were have you put her?!" Sirius demanded, glaring at them. Voldemort laughed.
"She is safe...for now. Until we get the money, Potter, and Snape," he said, giving Severus a death look, "she will remain here, and will be tortured."
"Over my dead body!" Severus hissed. Malfoy pulled his wand out, his son doing the same.
"May I, Our Lord?" he asked. Voldemort nodded. "Crucio, Crucio, Crucio!!!"
Severus cringed, trying to push the curse out. Sirius and Remus pulled out their wands, and tried to hex the Deatheaters. In retaliation, they hexed back.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. "You know any other places they could be?" Ron asked. He yelped. They both were growing. "Oh, we are turning 12!!!"
"Yeah, just one..." Harry replied, climbing onto the Firebolt. Ron got on after him, after the dull pain of growing stopped.
"Where?" he questioned. Harry frowned.
"Riddle Manor," the black-haired boy said, urging the broom forward.
Sirius, Remus, and Severus thought that the end was nearing, their vision going black. "Good-bye, Snape," Voldemort said.
Harry and Ron flew through the shut window, showering the Deatheaters with glass. Gasping, Severus looked at them. "I told you to stay at Hogwarts!" he barked.
"You're lucky we didn't," Ron smirked, "You would be dead."
Sirius and Remus stumbled up, helping the third. Severus sighed. "Let's get Hermione!" he screamed, using his strongest Avada Kadavra.
Many of the Deatheaters dropped to the ground, dead. Severus blinked. Sirius and Remus had their wands pointed, panting. They, too, had used the killing curse.
"Time to save Hermione!" Harry and Ron yelled, charging forward with the three grown men.