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Chapter 2
I'm Here

Temporarily, Hermione and Ron were sitting by themselves with a green light surrounding them. Both their minds were fixed on Harry's predicament. "I wonder what he's doing to him," Hermione said as she attempted to stand, but couldn't due to the slimy twine wrapped tight around her body. Ron thought to grab for his wand. When his hand raised, only a little off of his waist, which was, where his hands were tied to, there was no wand. Hermione, suddenly, toppled over falling into Ron's lap. "He took our wands, and also Harry!" Ron squeaked. "Well, if we are going to help Harry we, first, need to find out were we are."

Back to Voldemort and his minions, "Petegrew!" "Yes, Master, Your Lordship, Sir." "Tell me, how are the boy and the girl." "They are wanting freedom, and are talking about helping Har. the boy you have conquered, Master," Peter Petegrew was a short, stout man who had been working for Voldemort for many years. "Good," was his Master's reply, "If Potter wouldn't have interrupted me, then they would have been dead by now. And I would have been able to KILL Harry instead of putting him in 'The Nothing'. He always suspends my plans! WHY?" Peter stumbled to the ground realizing his Master's annoyance and knowing that he would probably take it out on him.

"My Lord, I believe that leaving the boy and girl in Lire Pool Swamp wouldn't get you any closer to your success," Peter shrieked. "NO YOU FOOL! I am going to kill them, but. at the right time," Voldemort gave an evil snicker at his devilish plan.

"Ron," Hermione whispered, "I know where we are!" "Well, where are we," Ron looked a little perturbed with her, especially for saying that same sentence 3 times already. "Where are we now, Hermione? 'Cause we're not dead, we aren't in Hogwarts, we're not in." "Shut up! This time I know where we are. We are in Lire Pool Swamp," seeing Ron's mystified expression she decided to explain, "I read about it in 'Many Dreadful Places For Beasts'." "Oh, well that's comforting!" Hermione gave him an evil look for disrupting her lecture, "Anyway, in the early 1600's it was used for good. As a matter of fact, Godric Gryfindor owned it. But that's another story, now, like I said, in the early 1600's it was taken over by Lord Dinion. He was the 'Voldemort' of their time." "Now, I understand," Ron, said sarcastically. "And then it was used to create monsters of all sorts." "Like," Ron's face looked petrified at the thought that there were monsters there and they were tied up not able to escape. "Like the Quintaped." "The what?" " 'The Quintaped is a highly dangerous carnivorous beast with a particular liking for humans," Hermione stated as she stood up. "Oh, well it eats humans so we're ok. wait a minute. How did you get loose?" "Simple, you wiggle it off of you. I'm telling you ya'll wizards don't know how to tie knots." "Yeah, we don't know how to get out of them either, IF YOU DON'T MIND COULD YOU HELP ME A BIT!" he yelled as he watched Hermione walk away. "Oh, sorry! My bad." "Yes, your bad. Now, as I was saying, the Quitpite." "The Quintaped." "Whatever, that thing only eats humans so we're alright. Right? We ARE alright, aren't we?" "Oh yes! From that, but not from the other things." "Other things? What other things?" Hermione gave a wicked grin as she walked onwards. Neither of them knew where they were going, or which way to turn, or. nothing.

Meanwhile, the evil Voldemort was explaining his malicious plan to all of his followers. The voice that sent shivers through Harry was even more terrible while talking with his faction. It sounded more demanding, "First, we kill the boy and girl. Then we shall take the life essence from the disgusted Harry Potter who is the only one standing in my way to turning everyone back to the old ways. After I'm am through with Potter we shall begin with torment to the others." There was a roar from the mob for their Master's grand conspire. The trolls raised their clubs, the werewolves gave their howls, but the ones heard through and through the misty chambers were the Manticores. Their screams made even the dragons quiver.

"My dear Veronica, will you fetch the boy and girl for me?" "Yes, Master," Veronica was a witch who had a thirst for blood. Voldemort, quite a few years back, had found a cave for hiding, but when he went in he didn't just see bats, he saw a woman. She had black greasy hair, with dark, blue eyes that made your heart stop (literally). When she saw Voldemort and realized that her power was too weak to defeat him, she joined him. Voldemort was relived to have found her, for she was his weapon to kill anyone who got in the way.

Hermione was a humming a tune as they were walking when Ron questioned, "Do you have any clue where we are? Or much less where we're going?" "Nope. I just feel like we are going the right way." "Oh, well, that's just great we are gong on 'a feeling' to save my friend. Why don't we just let Voldemort lead us there? It would go quicker." "Shut up, or I'll call a Chimaera on you!" Ron took a big gulp, "A. a what?" "Ooh," Hermione said frustratingly, "Don't you ever read?" "Hardly. Well, what is it." " 'The Chimaera is a blood thirsty beast that was created in Lire Pool Swamp during the time of the fearful Lord Dinion. It's harsh features would petrify it's prey and then it would devour them.'" "Did you quote that off of that 'Many Dreadful Places For Beasts' book?" "Oh, so Ronald Weasly does pay attention. But no, I quoted off of 'Fantastic Beast and Where to Find them'."

While walking they heard a fierce hissing noise. "Ron, stop moving!" "Why?" "SHHH!" They both stooped behind a tree, listening. All of a sudden Hermione let out a cry of panic, "EEWWW!" Ron hit her hard over the head. He then placed his finger onto her lips to quite her down. She slapped his hand off and showed him her hand. "Yuck!" Ron whispered. When Hermione grabbed the tree she came to realize that it too was slimy, like the string that was tied around her. The green gunk slowly dribbled off of her hand onto her black, Gryfindor robes, which was already dirty from the blood that was left there earlier.

Hermione was still sitting behind that tree watching the green glob trickle, but suddenly her head popped up from hearing the chilling shriek from a beast that sounded even more terrifying than a Manticore. EEK! Because of the place that they were in, the plants grew so tall that they didn't know where the hideous cries were coming from. EEK! Hermione, signaling to Ron, started to run. As she ran full force, eyes closed, heart pumping with adrenaline, she fell backwards from hitting something, obviously, big. She opened her eyes slowly, only to see a 15-foot dragon with brown scales and black markings. It's hot, fiery breathe reeked of dead fish and burned Hermione's skin. "RUN!" when Hermione heard Ron say this she didn't hesitate to obey.

EEK! "Ok, I think. we can. I think we can. stop running," Ron panted. "What was that thing?" "Couldn't you tell it was a dragon?!" "WELL, DUH! But I mean what kind?" "It was a Peruvian Vipertooth. It's the smallest of all dragons, and close to the deadliest," Ron gave a shudder at the thought, "Let me guess, it was created here." "I don't know I didn't get that far." Ron rolled his eyes and informed Hermione that they shouldn't stop running because those little dragons are quite fast. While running Hermione asked, "About how fast do these things run?" "Faster than a cheetah!" At that Hermione ran past Ron hurriedly. EEK!

"Your Lordship, the boy and girl have escaped." "WHAT!?!" Voldemort stormed out of the room to find Petegrew. "PETER!" Everyone moved out of the way when they saw that their Master racing down the halls. He found Petegrew in a room teaching some Mountain Trolls how to aim properly. When he dashed in the room all became silent and still. "PETEGREW! WHERE ARE THE BOY AND GIRL?" "Master, they are in Lire Po..." "THEIR NOT ANYMORE! THEY ESCAPED!"

EEK! "KEEP RUNNIG!" Ron tried to scream over the rustling of the grass. "AHH. EWW!" Hermione had tripped and fallen into mud and, with Ron tripping right on top of her, she was squashed into it the mud pit. When she looked up she gasped, "Look over there. It's a castle." Ron spit out some mud and then replied, "I don't like the looks of it." "Come on! It could be were Voldemort is!" "That's why I don't like the looks of it." "I'm here, Harry," Hermione whispered under her breath. "What did you call me?" Ron squealed.