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A/N: This is almost the last time that I give an Author's Note for this part of the story. I am so happy! This will be the first fan fiction I have ever completed! Everybody cheer. Lol, anyways I really hope you all like this chapter! Read!
Chapter 19
The Breaking Point
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Fuel ~ "Won't Back Down"
Hermione yawned and sat up. She was in a different room, then she had been in the day before. She turned over and felt around her pillow for her bracelette.
She had taken it off while she was sleep, because it was digging into her arm. Hermione gave a truimphant sigh and slipped the cool peice of metal back over her wrist.
She was feeling a bit guilty this morning and she didn't know what was bringing all these emotions on to her in waves. She should have stopped Voldemort from threatening Blaise's little sister.
He knew as well as she did, that the only loyal and true Death Eater's, were the ones that had come to them of their own free will. Hermione got up and walked into the bathroom.
She looked into the large and beautifully crafted mirror that hung over the sink. She yawned again as she watched her reflection mimick her. She pulled at her hair a bit, trying to make it not poof so much, then she inspected her nose for any black heads.
When she was satisfied that their was nothing, too different with her appereance she waved her hand over herself and was fully clothed in just a few seconds.
She splashed some cold water on her face and she wimpered a bit as the icy water flicked her skin. Hermione stood back and looked at herself.
She couldn't exactly see what everyone else thought of her. She was a bit tall for a girl, but not abnormally so. She had light clear skin, that had a dusting of freckles every once in a while.
She had plain brown eyes, even plainer brown hair, which although naturally curly, liked to frizz instead of curl. She wasn't as skinny as she used to be, she actaully had a bit of fat on her.
She was still the bookish, know-it-all that had bossed Harry and Ron around when they were in school. Hermione sighed she didn't see how anyone could care for such a plain girl, like herself.
Then her eyes alit on something laying on the sink top. It was a beatiful tiara, encrusted with diamonds and rubies, that Hermione recognized as the ones she had stolen.
She picked up the tiny peice of folded paper and read slowly.
Dear Hermione,
Here is a gift to you for you wonderful services as a Death Eater. I expect you to be wearing this crown of sorts to dinner this evening, which will be a grand afair.
Lord Voldemort
Hermione's smiled dripped off her face like rain. Another party? Hadn't she attended enough of those annoying banquets and boring balls? As Hermione walked down the stairs, her wand in hand, she was still muttering about atroucious events.
When she got downstairs, she realized that she had been deserted. She could hear the hustle and butsle of the house elves, readying the house for the grand event, but other than that there was no sound.
Hermione walked into the kitchen hoping to find at least another human being enjoying breakfast. Instead she almost tripped as a tiny creature rammed into her legs.
The elf that had ran into Hermione bowed so low her tiny and cute, button nose almost touch the floor. She was shaking and as she raised her head, Hermione gasped.
She was different from the house elves Hermione had known before, like Winky, or Dobby. She indeed looked like she was not of their race.
She had light peach colored skin and tiny little pointed ears. Her eyes where big and round, and they where a strange yellow color that reminded Hermione of cat's eyes.
"Blag didn't mean to run into you Misresss. For her crimes Blag will have to punish herself most painfully." The little house elf cried in strangely melodic voice.
Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust at the little creatures name though. Hermione straightened her face out into a hopefully sincere look of gratitude, and she double over so that she was eye to eye with little Blag.
"Why is your name Blag," Hermione asked, the name just didn't fit the tiny elf.
"Blag's name is trully Bella, but Blag didn't want a name like that," Blag said shaking her head swiftly.
"But Bella is a pretty name," Hermione said and she watched with amusment as in perfect mime of herself, Blag wrinkled her nose.
"Blag is better, Miss," Blag said firmly and Hermione nodded.
"So Blag, where is everyone else," Hermione asked and Blag looked towards the huge oven where a larger house elf was just heaving a large loaf of bread out.
"They all went out," Blag said and before Hermione could ask any further, Blag turned and ran through a door in the far corner of the room.
Hermoine sighed and went back up to her room. She would just read some books or something of that nature until Voldemort got back.
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Draco had aparated to London, where he stayed in some small muggle hotel. Blaise hadn't contacted him in over two weeks and he was quite worried. Draco was trying to figure out a way to get to Hogwarts without being detected.
He hated living this way, even more than anything in his life. Whne he went out he dressed in heavy sweaters and jackets and put a low hat on his head. If he was seen by any Death Eater, he might as well kiss his life good bye.
Draco looked around as he crossed the street. Where he was, was desserted and the shutters creaked noisily as the wind hit them. It was pouring rain and even the rats had the sense not to be outside.
Draco walked further. He was going to his favorite place in this whole city. The park. At least someone here must have had vision and really appreciated art, because the park was just basically one big garden.
As Draco walked around the beautiful flowers and lovely greenary that was everywhere, he slowly let himself relax. He had been on edge lately and could be startled by a cat meowing.
Even though, as Blaise had told him, he knew that Hermione was in league with Voldemort, he couldn't picture her like that at all. She wasn't like those cold and heartless murderers.
Draco walked down the prim rows of roses, and admired their beauty. Draco turned around twice, as he thought he heard someone following him. Draco turned warily around and glanced at the shadowy trees just behind him.
He swore he heard twigs snap and leaves crunch as someone walked along behind him. This put Draco on his gaurd. If someone was following him then nothing good could come of it.
Draco clutched his wand, that was in his pants pocket. He turned and walked on listening for the noise again. Sure enough he heard the tell-tell signs that someone was following him.
Draco quickened his pace and as he go to the gate that seperated the park from the stree, he broke into a run. Suddenly someone apparated right infront of him and he crashed into them.
Draco had knocked whoever it was to the ground. As he looked down he saw a girl dressed in expensive muggle clothes. She had her long raven hair all over her face so he couldn't recognize who it was.
He offered his hand to the girl and muttered an apologie. The girl said nothing as he pulled her to her feet, but once she swept her dark hair off her face, Draco gasped.
It was Blaise! And she was looking pale and sickly. Draco stood there staring at her as she looked at the ground. Something was wrong. Why wasn't she speaking to him?
"Blaise, why are you here? Are you alright?" Draco asked, his voice laced with worry.
"I had to find you. I am so glad I did. I'm fine," Blaise said the last part very unconvincingly and Draco grabbed her arm to steady her as she almost toppled over.
"Something is the matter. Why don't you come to my hotel room and tell me all about it," Draco said trying to guide Blaise in the direction of the hotel.
"No," Blaise said and she wrenched her arm out of Draco's, startling him.
"The less I know of you the less I can tell them," Blaise said venemently and Draco halted and looked at her strangely.
"Whose they," he asked in a hushed voice.
"The Death Eaters," Blaise said simply. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him, tears rapidly gathering in her large eyes.
Draco just stared at her, but as she began to raise her sleeve up he understood. She had been initiated. Draco hugged Blaise tightly and Blaise began to cry.
"I didn't want to become one," Blaise said and Draco nodded his head.
"Draco, I must tell you. Hermione, she is second only to Voldemort among the Death Eaters," Blaise said urgently and Draco shook his head.
"She can't be," he said in a small voice.
"I am sorry," Blaise said softly.
Draco let go of Blaise and she turned away from him. Ashamed of her tears. Draco grabbed Blaises arm as she began to walk away from him.
"Where are you going?" He asked and she turned around, her face sadly devode of anything.
"To them," she said simply and before Draco could protest she apparated.
Draco walked back to the hotel in a sort of daze. Blaise was a Death Eater? And so was his sweet Hermione. Draco shook his head voilently. What was the world coming too?
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It was later that night and Hermione was dressed in a blood red robe. Her crown was settled on her slightly messy hair and as she walked down the grand stair case she felt like a princess.
She walked in a slow elegant manner towards the large oak doors that opened up into the grand dinning room. She could hear the tinkle of fine china being moved around and hushed voices.
She pushed the door open and walked through. Immediatly the room hushed and Hermione saw hundreds of faces turn towards her. Voldemort stood up and raised his glass towards her.
"I would like to propose a toast to Hermione Granger, for her wonderful services to our cause. I would also like to announce that she will from now on be known as Mistress Granger, you will be punushed if you do not call her by her rightful title." Voldemort boomed over tha watchful faces.
Hermione blushed with pleasure as everyone in the room cheered loudly and she walked slowly to her seat beside Voldemort. She sat down and as if waiting for her cue, everyone began to eat.
Hermione leaned towards Voldmort.
"What was all that about," she whispered.
"I am just making sure they know your rightful place, young one," Voldemort said in an aloof sort of way.
Hermione shook her head in wonder and dug into her meal of soup and bread. Hermione smiled brightly as in turned all the Death Eaters approached her and bowed offering their congradulations.
Hermione couldn't help smirking as Wormtail crawled on his knees towards her. His pointed little noise brushing the floor. He kissed her feet and said he would be her loyal servant.
She nearly kicked at him when he touched her. He was such a filthy man. Corrupt and weak, he was better off dead. Hermione sneered at him and he backed away quickly, hoping she would spare his life.
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It was the day they would be kidnapping Narcissa and Hermione woke up with a huge grin on her face. She had told Voldemort that Blaise was not to be trusted with any part of this mission.
He had listened and now Blaise was locked in a small room on the third floor. Hermione put on some clothes that she thought fit the occation, then she put on her black Death Eaters robe and pulling the hood low she put on her silk mask and set off down the stairs.
She was going alone to kidnap Mrs. Malfoy. She would then fly to Hogwarts where the others would be waiting for her. As she apparated to the Malfoy Mansion she grinned the crazy maniac smile that was unucustomed to her.
She arrived in a second with a slight pop in the Malfoy's first floor living room. To her luck Narcissa was sitting on the nearby red couch sipping at some tea.
Hermione stupefied her and then grabbing her arm she transformed into her Animagus form. A winged horse. She had never told anyone other than Voldemort that she was an unregistered Animagus.
It was a secret that she had prided herself on having. Why register and have everyone know exactly what you where? Hermione pulled Narcissa onto her back and galloping along the long hallways made it to the door.
With her teeth she turned the knob and pulled the door open. She ran down the few steps that there were and then taking a big leap she flew into the afternoon sky.
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Draco huffed in frustration as he ran along the streets to the Leaky Cauldron. From there he would be able to floo to Hogsmeade and then he was within walking distance of Hogwarts.
He made it the pub and without a word to anyone he ran in and grabbing a bit of Floo Powder threw it in and screamed "The Three Broomsticks". Istantly Draco felt a bit sick as he was swirled around in space.
He finally fell forward after what seemed like an hour and he ran out of the Three Broomsticks and clutching a stitch in his side ran up the long winding rode to the gates of Hogwarts.
He threw them open and opting to stay hidden for the time being he forged into the forest. He tripped on a tree root and skinned his hand. After that he walked slowly. Trying to see someone before they saw him.
Draco had finally made it to a the point where he was around the lake and there was a rather grassy hill leading up to the Quidditch Pitch.
That's when he saw them. Hermione dragging Narcissa along. A knife pointed at his mum's throat. His throat went dry and his breath came in short spurts. He watched as Hermione led Narcissa past the Pitch and out to where Hagrid's hut was closely located.
Draco began to run along behind them. He was still concealed in the trees, but with all the noise he made, he knew Hermione would be able to hear him if she just stopped walking and listened for a second.
A/N: OMG! Only one more chapter to go. I am so happy. Sorry this chapter is sort of a cliffie. I couldn't think of a wonderufl way to end it. I have gotten alot of great reviews from everyone and I am really thankful. Please keep on reading and reviewing my story or stories. Love, Britt
A/N: This is almost the last time that I give an Author's Note for this part of the story. I am so happy! This will be the first fan fiction I have ever completed! Everybody cheer. Lol, anyways I really hope you all like this chapter! Read!
Chapter 19
The Breaking Point
""
Fuel ~ "Won't Back Down"
Hermione yawned and sat up. She was in a different room, then she had been in the day before. She turned over and felt around her pillow for her bracelette.
She had taken it off while she was sleep, because it was digging into her arm. Hermione gave a truimphant sigh and slipped the cool peice of metal back over her wrist.
She was feeling a bit guilty this morning and she didn't know what was bringing all these emotions on to her in waves. She should have stopped Voldemort from threatening Blaise's little sister.
He knew as well as she did, that the only loyal and true Death Eater's, were the ones that had come to them of their own free will. Hermione got up and walked into the bathroom.
She looked into the large and beautifully crafted mirror that hung over the sink. She yawned again as she watched her reflection mimick her. She pulled at her hair a bit, trying to make it not poof so much, then she inspected her nose for any black heads.
When she was satisfied that their was nothing, too different with her appereance she waved her hand over herself and was fully clothed in just a few seconds.
She splashed some cold water on her face and she wimpered a bit as the icy water flicked her skin. Hermione stood back and looked at herself.
She couldn't exactly see what everyone else thought of her. She was a bit tall for a girl, but not abnormally so. She had light clear skin, that had a dusting of freckles every once in a while.
She had plain brown eyes, even plainer brown hair, which although naturally curly, liked to frizz instead of curl. She wasn't as skinny as she used to be, she actaully had a bit of fat on her.
She was still the bookish, know-it-all that had bossed Harry and Ron around when they were in school. Hermione sighed she didn't see how anyone could care for such a plain girl, like herself.
Then her eyes alit on something laying on the sink top. It was a beatiful tiara, encrusted with diamonds and rubies, that Hermione recognized as the ones she had stolen.
She picked up the tiny peice of folded paper and read slowly.
Dear Hermione,
Here is a gift to you for you wonderful services as a Death Eater. I expect you to be wearing this crown of sorts to dinner this evening, which will be a grand afair.
Lord Voldemort
Hermione's smiled dripped off her face like rain. Another party? Hadn't she attended enough of those annoying banquets and boring balls? As Hermione walked down the stairs, her wand in hand, she was still muttering about atroucious events.
When she got downstairs, she realized that she had been deserted. She could hear the hustle and butsle of the house elves, readying the house for the grand event, but other than that there was no sound.
Hermione walked into the kitchen hoping to find at least another human being enjoying breakfast. Instead she almost tripped as a tiny creature rammed into her legs.
The elf that had ran into Hermione bowed so low her tiny and cute, button nose almost touch the floor. She was shaking and as she raised her head, Hermione gasped.
She was different from the house elves Hermione had known before, like Winky, or Dobby. She indeed looked like she was not of their race.
She had light peach colored skin and tiny little pointed ears. Her eyes where big and round, and they where a strange yellow color that reminded Hermione of cat's eyes.
"Blag didn't mean to run into you Misresss. For her crimes Blag will have to punish herself most painfully." The little house elf cried in strangely melodic voice.
Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust at the little creatures name though. Hermione straightened her face out into a hopefully sincere look of gratitude, and she double over so that she was eye to eye with little Blag.
"Why is your name Blag," Hermione asked, the name just didn't fit the tiny elf.
"Blag's name is trully Bella, but Blag didn't want a name like that," Blag said shaking her head swiftly.
"But Bella is a pretty name," Hermione said and she watched with amusment as in perfect mime of herself, Blag wrinkled her nose.
"Blag is better, Miss," Blag said firmly and Hermione nodded.
"So Blag, where is everyone else," Hermione asked and Blag looked towards the huge oven where a larger house elf was just heaving a large loaf of bread out.
"They all went out," Blag said and before Hermione could ask any further, Blag turned and ran through a door in the far corner of the room.
Hermoine sighed and went back up to her room. She would just read some books or something of that nature until Voldemort got back.
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Draco had aparated to London, where he stayed in some small muggle hotel. Blaise hadn't contacted him in over two weeks and he was quite worried. Draco was trying to figure out a way to get to Hogwarts without being detected.
He hated living this way, even more than anything in his life. Whne he went out he dressed in heavy sweaters and jackets and put a low hat on his head. If he was seen by any Death Eater, he might as well kiss his life good bye.
Draco looked around as he crossed the street. Where he was, was desserted and the shutters creaked noisily as the wind hit them. It was pouring rain and even the rats had the sense not to be outside.
Draco walked further. He was going to his favorite place in this whole city. The park. At least someone here must have had vision and really appreciated art, because the park was just basically one big garden.
As Draco walked around the beautiful flowers and lovely greenary that was everywhere, he slowly let himself relax. He had been on edge lately and could be startled by a cat meowing.
Even though, as Blaise had told him, he knew that Hermione was in league with Voldemort, he couldn't picture her like that at all. She wasn't like those cold and heartless murderers.
Draco walked down the prim rows of roses, and admired their beauty. Draco turned around twice, as he thought he heard someone following him. Draco turned warily around and glanced at the shadowy trees just behind him.
He swore he heard twigs snap and leaves crunch as someone walked along behind him. This put Draco on his gaurd. If someone was following him then nothing good could come of it.
Draco clutched his wand, that was in his pants pocket. He turned and walked on listening for the noise again. Sure enough he heard the tell-tell signs that someone was following him.
Draco quickened his pace and as he go to the gate that seperated the park from the stree, he broke into a run. Suddenly someone apparated right infront of him and he crashed into them.
Draco had knocked whoever it was to the ground. As he looked down he saw a girl dressed in expensive muggle clothes. She had her long raven hair all over her face so he couldn't recognize who it was.
He offered his hand to the girl and muttered an apologie. The girl said nothing as he pulled her to her feet, but once she swept her dark hair off her face, Draco gasped.
It was Blaise! And she was looking pale and sickly. Draco stood there staring at her as she looked at the ground. Something was wrong. Why wasn't she speaking to him?
"Blaise, why are you here? Are you alright?" Draco asked, his voice laced with worry.
"I had to find you. I am so glad I did. I'm fine," Blaise said the last part very unconvincingly and Draco grabbed her arm to steady her as she almost toppled over.
"Something is the matter. Why don't you come to my hotel room and tell me all about it," Draco said trying to guide Blaise in the direction of the hotel.
"No," Blaise said and she wrenched her arm out of Draco's, startling him.
"The less I know of you the less I can tell them," Blaise said venemently and Draco halted and looked at her strangely.
"Whose they," he asked in a hushed voice.
"The Death Eaters," Blaise said simply. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him, tears rapidly gathering in her large eyes.
Draco just stared at her, but as she began to raise her sleeve up he understood. She had been initiated. Draco hugged Blaise tightly and Blaise began to cry.
"I didn't want to become one," Blaise said and Draco nodded his head.
"Draco, I must tell you. Hermione, she is second only to Voldemort among the Death Eaters," Blaise said urgently and Draco shook his head.
"She can't be," he said in a small voice.
"I am sorry," Blaise said softly.
Draco let go of Blaise and she turned away from him. Ashamed of her tears. Draco grabbed Blaises arm as she began to walk away from him.
"Where are you going?" He asked and she turned around, her face sadly devode of anything.
"To them," she said simply and before Draco could protest she apparated.
Draco walked back to the hotel in a sort of daze. Blaise was a Death Eater? And so was his sweet Hermione. Draco shook his head voilently. What was the world coming too?
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It was later that night and Hermione was dressed in a blood red robe. Her crown was settled on her slightly messy hair and as she walked down the grand stair case she felt like a princess.
She walked in a slow elegant manner towards the large oak doors that opened up into the grand dinning room. She could hear the tinkle of fine china being moved around and hushed voices.
She pushed the door open and walked through. Immediatly the room hushed and Hermione saw hundreds of faces turn towards her. Voldemort stood up and raised his glass towards her.
"I would like to propose a toast to Hermione Granger, for her wonderful services to our cause. I would also like to announce that she will from now on be known as Mistress Granger, you will be punushed if you do not call her by her rightful title." Voldemort boomed over tha watchful faces.
Hermione blushed with pleasure as everyone in the room cheered loudly and she walked slowly to her seat beside Voldemort. She sat down and as if waiting for her cue, everyone began to eat.
Hermione leaned towards Voldmort.
"What was all that about," she whispered.
"I am just making sure they know your rightful place, young one," Voldemort said in an aloof sort of way.
Hermione shook her head in wonder and dug into her meal of soup and bread. Hermione smiled brightly as in turned all the Death Eaters approached her and bowed offering their congradulations.
Hermione couldn't help smirking as Wormtail crawled on his knees towards her. His pointed little noise brushing the floor. He kissed her feet and said he would be her loyal servant.
She nearly kicked at him when he touched her. He was such a filthy man. Corrupt and weak, he was better off dead. Hermione sneered at him and he backed away quickly, hoping she would spare his life.
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It was the day they would be kidnapping Narcissa and Hermione woke up with a huge grin on her face. She had told Voldemort that Blaise was not to be trusted with any part of this mission.
He had listened and now Blaise was locked in a small room on the third floor. Hermione put on some clothes that she thought fit the occation, then she put on her black Death Eaters robe and pulling the hood low she put on her silk mask and set off down the stairs.
She was going alone to kidnap Mrs. Malfoy. She would then fly to Hogwarts where the others would be waiting for her. As she apparated to the Malfoy Mansion she grinned the crazy maniac smile that was unucustomed to her.
She arrived in a second with a slight pop in the Malfoy's first floor living room. To her luck Narcissa was sitting on the nearby red couch sipping at some tea.
Hermione stupefied her and then grabbing her arm she transformed into her Animagus form. A winged horse. She had never told anyone other than Voldemort that she was an unregistered Animagus.
It was a secret that she had prided herself on having. Why register and have everyone know exactly what you where? Hermione pulled Narcissa onto her back and galloping along the long hallways made it to the door.
With her teeth she turned the knob and pulled the door open. She ran down the few steps that there were and then taking a big leap she flew into the afternoon sky.
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Draco huffed in frustration as he ran along the streets to the Leaky Cauldron. From there he would be able to floo to Hogsmeade and then he was within walking distance of Hogwarts.
He made it the pub and without a word to anyone he ran in and grabbing a bit of Floo Powder threw it in and screamed "The Three Broomsticks". Istantly Draco felt a bit sick as he was swirled around in space.
He finally fell forward after what seemed like an hour and he ran out of the Three Broomsticks and clutching a stitch in his side ran up the long winding rode to the gates of Hogwarts.
He threw them open and opting to stay hidden for the time being he forged into the forest. He tripped on a tree root and skinned his hand. After that he walked slowly. Trying to see someone before they saw him.
Draco had finally made it to a the point where he was around the lake and there was a rather grassy hill leading up to the Quidditch Pitch.
That's when he saw them. Hermione dragging Narcissa along. A knife pointed at his mum's throat. His throat went dry and his breath came in short spurts. He watched as Hermione led Narcissa past the Pitch and out to where Hagrid's hut was closely located.
Draco began to run along behind them. He was still concealed in the trees, but with all the noise he made, he knew Hermione would be able to hear him if she just stopped walking and listened for a second.
A/N: OMG! Only one more chapter to go. I am so happy. Sorry this chapter is sort of a cliffie. I couldn't think of a wonderufl way to end it. I have gotten alot of great reviews from everyone and I am really thankful. Please keep on reading and reviewing my story or stories. Love, Britt
