Chapter 8
Going
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the books but the only thing that does belong to me is the story plot.
Before he arrived in Azkaban, Hermione learned that Lucius Malfoy and his team had stolen a book to reincarnate Voldemort. "No." she said. Then she knew that she had to escape and stop them. She planned it carefully as if she knew it was going to happen. Thankfully she had hid her real wand and made a fake one. "Expecto Patronum!" she hissed. A dementor stopped. "Alohomora." She said opening her cell door. Then she ran out before the other dementors came and dived straight into the cold water. When Harry arrived at the prison he learned that she had broken out for some reason, which was unknown. He frowned. "Why?" he wondered.
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She walked onto the beach. "I have to find them." She gasped. Then a tall old man was in front of her. He was very old and very tall. But his blue eyes never lost its shine. It was Albus Dumbledore. "Professor!" she gasped. He smiled and helped her up. "Here." He said handing her a thick woolly blanket. She took it gratefully and wrapped it around herself. Then they disappeared to the outside of Hogwarts. Then Dumbledore led her into the castle and into his office. "Professor, I failed you." She said sadly. Dumbledore looked at hi old student. "I see." He said. Hermione looked at her former headmaster. "Professor, Malfoy and the death eaters are going to try and reincarnate Voldemort." She said. "I see, I think that it's time to finish the training. You are ready to die, then, for what is right and to stop Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked softly. Hermione looked at her knees then into the light blue eyes. "I am. I'm ready to for-for this cause." She replied. He looked worried. "Then let's go. We have work to do." For days she train, during the 9th week she was met by Professor Snape, the potions master. "Malfoy is on the move. He is going to find his son and use the Imperius curse on him." He said. "Thank you, Severus." Hermione replied getting back to boxing. He nodded. "And," he said. "Potter is looking for you. If he find you-" "I will run from him, like I did before." She said not looking at him. "I can tell you that Potter will find you." Snape said coldly. Hermione turned to look at him. "He will try but he won't catch me." She said amused. Snape frowned. "And if he does, you realize that the dementors will take your soul." "I'm well aware of that, Severus, now if don't mind I have to get back to work." Hermione grunted as she punched a stuffed dummy.
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"Ron, you can't!" Harry begged. "Harry, I have too. That's the law. Beside, she escaped Azkaban, broke into the Ministry of Magic vault and-" "Destroyed Voldemort." Harry finished. Ron looked stunned. "No, she didn't. You did, didn't you?" "No, Ron. She gave me this." Harry said handing over the videotape. He went quite. "Harry, I can't," he said sadly. "You have too! Hermione saved us. Not you, not me, and not Fudge! And you, Ron, you you're suppose to be the greatest Minister of Magic there ever was!" Harry roared. Ron stepped back a little. Harry's anger seemed to fill the room. "I've heard enough! I'm going!" Ron shouted, then he slammed the door to Harry's office.
Going
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the books but the only thing that does belong to me is the story plot.
Before he arrived in Azkaban, Hermione learned that Lucius Malfoy and his team had stolen a book to reincarnate Voldemort. "No." she said. Then she knew that she had to escape and stop them. She planned it carefully as if she knew it was going to happen. Thankfully she had hid her real wand and made a fake one. "Expecto Patronum!" she hissed. A dementor stopped. "Alohomora." She said opening her cell door. Then she ran out before the other dementors came and dived straight into the cold water. When Harry arrived at the prison he learned that she had broken out for some reason, which was unknown. He frowned. "Why?" he wondered.
* * *
She walked onto the beach. "I have to find them." She gasped. Then a tall old man was in front of her. He was very old and very tall. But his blue eyes never lost its shine. It was Albus Dumbledore. "Professor!" she gasped. He smiled and helped her up. "Here." He said handing her a thick woolly blanket. She took it gratefully and wrapped it around herself. Then they disappeared to the outside of Hogwarts. Then Dumbledore led her into the castle and into his office. "Professor, I failed you." She said sadly. Dumbledore looked at hi old student. "I see." He said. Hermione looked at her former headmaster. "Professor, Malfoy and the death eaters are going to try and reincarnate Voldemort." She said. "I see, I think that it's time to finish the training. You are ready to die, then, for what is right and to stop Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked softly. Hermione looked at her knees then into the light blue eyes. "I am. I'm ready to for-for this cause." She replied. He looked worried. "Then let's go. We have work to do." For days she train, during the 9th week she was met by Professor Snape, the potions master. "Malfoy is on the move. He is going to find his son and use the Imperius curse on him." He said. "Thank you, Severus." Hermione replied getting back to boxing. He nodded. "And," he said. "Potter is looking for you. If he find you-" "I will run from him, like I did before." She said not looking at him. "I can tell you that Potter will find you." Snape said coldly. Hermione turned to look at him. "He will try but he won't catch me." She said amused. Snape frowned. "And if he does, you realize that the dementors will take your soul." "I'm well aware of that, Severus, now if don't mind I have to get back to work." Hermione grunted as she punched a stuffed dummy.
* * *
"Ron, you can't!" Harry begged. "Harry, I have too. That's the law. Beside, she escaped Azkaban, broke into the Ministry of Magic vault and-" "Destroyed Voldemort." Harry finished. Ron looked stunned. "No, she didn't. You did, didn't you?" "No, Ron. She gave me this." Harry said handing over the videotape. He went quite. "Harry, I can't," he said sadly. "You have too! Hermione saved us. Not you, not me, and not Fudge! And you, Ron, you you're suppose to be the greatest Minister of Magic there ever was!" Harry roared. Ron stepped back a little. Harry's anger seemed to fill the room. "I've heard enough! I'm going!" Ron shouted, then he slammed the door to Harry's office.
