A/n: Thank you to all my reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll promise I'll finish this story if it's the last thing I do! And this chapt is dedicated to all those who have reviewed so far!!!
Also, sorry for the long delay! Here's the funny part, I find it easier to write what happens in the future, so I've already written the eight and ninth chapts of the story. Though I seem to be very um...uninspired to write the next chapt and all that. Actually I'm just plain lazy! But then, I promise that I'll update this at least once every 4 days!! =P
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Hermione shivered. She was feeling very cold. Her head was pounding and she could not see clearly. She had been sleeping soundly when the coldness took over her. She shuffled to the corner to lean against the wall. She had difficulty in breathing too. She could hear herself starting to cough.
In the next cell, Tonks woke up and fumbled to the bars in the cell. The dry cough coming from Hermione did not sound good. Neither did the small whimpers escaping from her. She spotted Hermione in the corner, hugging her knees in a pathetic attempt to keep warm. "Mione, what's wrong?" she asked. Hermione looked up, her face drenched with sweat. "Mione, you're sick!" Tonks exclaimed. Hermione stared at her blankly before collapsing onto the floor in cold sweat.
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Draco was walking pass the dungeons when he heard frantic cries of "Mione, wake up!" Immediately, he ran inside, pass the other prisoners, and to Hermione. A witch in the opposite cell was screaming away. He recognized her as one of the Order of Phoenix. Saying the password into the lock, the metal gate opened magically. He approached the shivering unconscious girl in the corner. Draping his cloak over her, he picked her up and started to leave.
"Don't worry Tonks. She'll be fine." Draco said. "Thanks Draco," Tonks gave him a warm smile. He left with Hermione in his arms. Tonks watched the two fondly. Knowing that Hermione was in good hands, she went back to her peaceful slumber.
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"Goodbye Ron. Remember, don't get lost, and don't be a pain to Arelle!" Ginny called out as her brother and hopefully, future girlfriend, walked out of the infirmary.
"They make a sweet couple don't they, Harry?"
"Personally, I fine we are much more adorable."
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Dumbledore took out his letter. He took out another piece of parchment and scribbled a note on it. Tying it to the brown owl that had sent it to him in the first place, he sent it off. He was worried about what would happen. The plan could be discovered at any time if one of those death-eaters were to check the incomings and outgoings of owls.
His spy couldn't do anything to help let the aurors and students captured escape. But at least he could prevent any more torturing. His thoughts went back to the current war. It was coming apparent that the Light side was losing. There were more followers than they had thought. It was a waste, that so many lives were lost, just because one man wanted power. Power that he would never get as long as Dumbledore was alive.
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Draco ran into his room, constantly looking behind his back to check if anyone was watching him. He cast a locking charm on his door to prevent unwanted guests from stomping in. He laid the sick girl onto his bed and pulled his comforter over her.
He summoned up a wet cloth and pressed it on her forehead. She was incredibly hot, and her face was flushed. He knew what was causing all this. The poison. The antidote itself was easy enough to make, but the fact whether she could survive the fever for two weeks was the trouble. The potion took a fortnight to brew, and most people could not survive more than a week with the poison running through their veins.
Damn his father for using that whip! 'Maybe they have an antidote to this stuff...not likely but worth a try.' Draco thought to himself. 'At the same time, better not risk it.' Summoning his cauldron, he started chopping and grinding his ingredients. He added his sliced and grinded beetle eyes along with the other contents in the cauldron, the last ingredient needed, phoenix tears, only had to be added a week later. Setting the potion aside, he stalked down to his father's study, under his invisibility cloak, to find an antidote.
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Ron and Arelle were in their carriage, which was leading them to Hogsmeade. There, they would take the Hogwarts Express to King Cross Station, and then from the station to a bus.
"I still don't know why Dumbledore won't let us apparate!" Ron grumbled, obviously unhappy with the travel arrangements. Arelle gave a sigh of frustration. "You know what he said! In the confusion of many wizards and witches apparating, we might get separated and end up in perilous places!"
"Then what about the Knight Bus?" Arelle gave out another sound of exasperation along with a glare. "We can't take the Knight Bus due to the fact that it's not working anymore! Remember? It stopped a week ago? Didn't you read the article I gave you?"
"I might have forgotten about it," Ron mumbled. Arelle gave out a small snort. "Yeah right, sure you did Ron." "You know Arelle, you sure are reminding me of Mione!" Arelle grinned mischievously before settling back to her previous daydreaming activity.
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Hermione stood up from the muddy field. Brushing off the blades of grass, she observed her surrounding. She recognized it as the battlefield. Only thing was, no blood stained the green plants. Not even a small drop. She walked off, in the direction of the forbidden forest. A noise from behind startled her, and quickly turned around. Tom Riddle stood behind her, arm outstretched, wand in hand.
She could see him mutter something, but she could hear nothing. Instinctively, she turned around to run, only to see Harry right behind her. Harry also at his wand ready, and he too said something. Hermione stared in horror, as the two beams exploded from the tips of the two wands.
Voldemort had cast his magic to a sharp blade. An antique-looking hoary dagger. A blazing jade emerald, shone brightly at the handle. The dagger, was directed to Harry. Harry's beam of light, reached its target faster, and amazingly, Tom crumpled to the ground, he was still alive, but nevertheless, he was still injured.
The knife however, was still flying towards Harry. Harry seemed to be in shock, standing there completely oblivious to the flying dagger approaching him. Suddenly, a silver blur pushed him out of the way, only to be caught in the middle instead. Just as the dagger was about to make contact with the boy, all went black. Spots of crimson striking against its darkness.