A/N:

REMEMBRANCE DAY

I just want to say thank-you to all the war-veterans out there. *holds poppy* thx. Thank you for all you went through to keep the world free.

We'll always remember.

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Draco lover: thx! Must have more reviews..(slobbers for a while) :D

Princess Gwendolen-(aka AKE) *bows to the Wb Hp ff site ((pretty confusing, no?) declared royalty* that's great! Whoo! I was never too sure bout that! :DDDDD merci beaucoup.

Evillalmanotlamma(frogs: yep, what crazy crazy things will happen to out heroes now??? Dum dum dum dum!

Chrissy: glad u like! Well, I'll try ta write faster now..

Neways, here is the next chappie on-

Light of Darkness

"Imperio will take too long to work on those two!" a sussurous voice growled from the shadows.

"But master." Two voices chorused in unison, both in flowing black robes.

"No buts." The shadow ordered, as he folded his long fingers onto his lap. "You should be glad they're your children, or I would have killed you two long ago!" He flicked some nonexistent lint off his clothing, serpentine mouth furrowing into a smile.

His two minions lay prostrate on the ground, bowing to him.

"No," Voldemort continued, stretching his mouth wider into a hideous smile. "No, we will use the Diudomina potion. Much quicker. We need only to control them by day."

Lucius and George bowed their heads. Their children brought it on themselves.

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The morning sun cast harsh light into their prison cell, the glare giving them identical headaches. The damp cell did nothing to brighten their spirits, and the dismal hammering of the working chess pieces served to further darken their mood.

Hermione cradled her head in her arms tiredly.

"What are they going to do to us?"

It had been two days since they had anything to eat, to drink or have any other companionship but eachother. The deatheaters meant business. The only water they had was rain had dripped past the iron grated window and streamed down the walls.

Draco hugged her comfortingly. He wondered what had brought this change on him, why he showed his feelings. But most of all, why he didn't want to see Hermione hurt. The girl sniffed, and brought him back to his senses.

"Don't worry, Hermione. It'll be alright in the end, you'll see." Draco's brow furrowed. "There must be something we both have in common, or they wouldn't pick us. There are plenty of deatheater children-" Hermione flinched at the term, "that could be suitable. What DO they want?"

Hermione shrugged. The dark and damp affected her, and she couldn't seem to find the will to think. All she felt were the empty pangs in her stomach and her heart. She felt in a dark mood.

Draco didn't give up that easily, and continued on with the subject.

"School's almost started," he mused, "I hope somebody will notice our absence." Hermione didn't answer, just feeling content in his secure arms.

Wait.since when did Malfoy have safe arms? He called her Mudblood, and tortured her for years, for goodness sake! She jerked out of his arms, and slumped next to the wall, feeling an unusual pang of loneliness.

Draco frowned for an instant, a hurt feeling flitting across his eyes before they became guarded again. His previous thoughts of enjoying her company felt ridiculous. But, shrugging his feelings off, he continued with his train of thought.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed, exuberant.

"What?" Hermione asked guardedly.

"Well, who is Voldemort afraid of?" Hermione flinched at You-Know-Who's name, and bit her dirty fingernail.

".Dumbledore?."

"Exactly!" he said, getting more and more excited. "Don't you see? Voldemort wants to get rid of Dumbledore! And who does Dumbledore trust?"

"The teachers?..Draco, sorry to burst your bubble, but this has nothing to do with ANYTHING."

"No, yes it does!! Other than the teachers, who does Dumbledore trust?"

"I don't know!" Hermione was getting more frustrated, "Everybody! Me, the students, even YOU!!!" Hermione gasped in realization. Draco smiled triumphantly.

"That's Voldemort's plan! Get Dumbledore through us! But why exactly us.." But Hermione had caught on, and was just as excited as Draco.

"Draco, I'm the head girl! I'd be able to have a lot more power in Hogwarts than any other student. That's why they picked me! They didn't tell me who the Head Boy was so I don't know if he's saf-" Draco smiled, and put a finger to her lips.

"I'm the head boy." He confessed, grinning. Hermione grinned too, although there was no real reason to. His skin was cool, but not clammy. Hermione's mouth began to tingle slightly, and Draco lowered his hand. Hermione cheeks reddened, but she sustained the conversation.

"So that means..." Hermione started. Draco nodded.

"They want to put the Imperio charm on us so that they can control what we do. They're probably planning something big during the school year."

Hermione's eyes widened, as a thought came to her. "They probably thought some teenagers would be easier to control that full-blown witches and wizards."

Suddenly, with a heroic cry, the knight chess piece jumped off the window sill, holding the queen tightly around the waist. The iron grate tumbled down noisily behind them.

Within the instant, Draco had picked up Hermione, and was jumping up and down with elation. "We're free!" he kept repeating, bouncing around. Hermione laughed, suddenly reminded of her skating partner. Could Malfoy be.?

After much more celebration, Draco lifted Hermione up to the window.

"Ladies first." He said with a smirk. Hermione bit back the obvious cliché response, (then you should go first, draco.), and grinned at the thought of telling him. She pulled her weight onto her elbows, and grappled at the slick stone walls with her feet. Strenuously, with super-human strength (this is where Draco disagrees), Hermione hoisted herself up and out of the cell.

The sunlight glared in her eyes, but Hermione had never felt happier. She twirled around in the morning breeze, breathing in deeply.

"Forgot me already, Granger?" came a sarcastic smirk from the open window. "Granger?" Draco asked again, but received no answer. Smiling at her joke, he jumped up and the wall, and clambered through the window.

What he saw made his jaw drop.

He fell onto the ground on all fours when the fist connected with his jaw. Hermione was being beaten up by two deatheaters, and without knowing what he was doing, Draco made a lunge for her.

He fell back with a foot collided with his chin, and he spat out blood that was collecting in his throat.

"NO!" he yelled, and fought, bit and punched his way through the death eaters that were holding him back. He ran towards the Gryffindor girl, and felt his arms yanked back in a death grip. Two iron-strong arms clamped on his bruised mouth and prised it open.

"Let me go!" he slobbered trying to bite and struggled from his captors. Suddenly he felt a liquid being poured down his throat.

At first it was welcome, moistening his parched tongue.

Then it started to choke him, constricting his throat with effortless precision.

As if on cue, the six deatheaters withdrew from the convulsing teenagers, watching the effects of the Diudominus potion with glee.

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A/N: that's it's for this chappie! Tune in next time for more chappies on..

LOD!!!! (light of darkness)

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