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Chapter twenty nine ~ Azkaban.
Hermione pulled and tugged as the guards took her away. She resisted as much as possible, until she had no strength left in her. Afterwards she chided herself for the waste of energy she would desperately need later on.
Eventually the guards were tired of her shouting, pulling and complaining. She felt a heavy object collide heavily with her skull, she fell to the ground, unconscious.
She awoke several hours later, a coat of dried blood sheening her hair red. She sat up, and stared around her. She was in some sort of cell.
She reached up, and ran her hands along the grimy, moss covered walls, pulling them away in disgust. She wiped them clean on her filthy robes, and stood up, adjusting her eyes to the gloom.
She put her hand up to her throbbing head, her already filthy hand was covered with sticky blood. She choked at the sight of her hand.
She began to feel faint, and sank down to the floor, falling unconciuos against the cold stone.
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"I'm gonna kill him!" Harry said, to Ron as they marched into the Dining Room.
Ron nodded, and flexed his fist. They were of course talking about Draco Malfoy. Draco was sitting with a group of Slytherins, who appeared to be having a very good joke about something, Harry and Ron could only guess.
They strolled over to the Slytherin table. Harry grabbed Draco by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him up.
"What you wanna have a go here, Potter? In front of everyone?" Draco said, forcing the sneer on to his face. The rest of the Slytherins began to form a circle around Harry and Ron. It was a bad place to start a fight.
"Where then?" Harry demanded.
Draco grinned. "You name a place and time, and I'll be there."
Harry nodded.
"What's going on?" Tamarisk forced her way through the circle of boys. She sighed at the sight of Harry and Draco fighting.
"Honestly boys, can't we just live together in peace and harmony?" Shje asked.
"Not whilst there is still scum on this earth." Ron said.
"The trophy room, midnight, tonight." Harry muttered.
Draco grinned and nodded, as Harry released him.
Harry and Ron stalked off, leaving Draco already formulating a plan.
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Several hours later, someone pulled Hermione roughly up from the floor. She was half conscious, half aware of being dragged out of the cell and down a stone corridor. She struggled, half heartedly, but made no impact on her captor. But as she was dragged into an open room, she was instantly awake. She felt a great sadness fall on her. No longer could she think of escape, Dumbledore and Harry were driven from her mind. Her only thoughts were of death and suffering. She was reliving the worst moments of her life. After Harry had taken the cup and disappeared at the Triwizard Tournament. When Sirius had fallen through the curtain at the Ministry of Magic. . .
She was dragged in front of a grand chair, where sat the cold grotesque figure of Voldemort himself. Not that she saw much, her eyes were clouded with tears brought on by her worst memories. The death of her father, her mother's announcement of marriage. . . her memories continued. And she couldn't think why, she glanced round her and screamed. Standing behind was a hooded, soul sucking, creature of darkness, none other then a dementor.
Voldemort clicked his long slender fingers to regain her attention.
"Mudblood." He said.
She couldn't bare to look him in the face.
"Mudblood, the dementor is waiting for you. But before you die, I want to thank you. For it was you who gave me the whereabouts of the Order's hideout. Now I can put my plans into action, I couldn't never have done it without you. You see there is a spy, one of my spies, but the Order were on to me. Everyone who died in that attack knew who my spy was." Voldemort explained.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well, without you mudblood, my plans would have been foiled and my spy unearthed."
"You're demented." She gasped.
"Why thank you." He said, with a cold smirk.
"I never meant to tell you anything, Malfoy tricked me. But Malfoy is of course working for you."
"Naturally, how could it be any different?"
"I saw something in Malfoy, he won't stay loyal to you forever. One day, he'll turn, just like the rest of your followers."
"How's that?" He demanded.
"You are nothing compared to Dumbledore. . ."
But at the name of Dumbledore, the Dark Lord raised his wand. "Crucio."
She screamed in pain, the worst pain she had ever felt in her life.
Eventually he lifted his wand. "You were saying?"
"Your supporters. . ." she gasped. "They follow you because they have too, not because they want. And one day, when you fall they will abandon you. But Dumbledore, we follow him because we want to, because we trust him."
"If Dumbledore fell, his supporters would scarper."
Hermione shook her head. "I wouldn't."
"Well, unfortunately, you'll be dead." He said, with a sneer.
He clicked his fingers once more, and the Dementor began to slide forward, heading for the grimy girl. Hermione screamed and covered her mousy brown head, with her hands. Not that her hands would be much protection against the soul sucking guard of Azkaban.
Chapter twenty nine ~ Azkaban.
Hermione pulled and tugged as the guards took her away. She resisted as much as possible, until she had no strength left in her. Afterwards she chided herself for the waste of energy she would desperately need later on.
Eventually the guards were tired of her shouting, pulling and complaining. She felt a heavy object collide heavily with her skull, she fell to the ground, unconscious.
She awoke several hours later, a coat of dried blood sheening her hair red. She sat up, and stared around her. She was in some sort of cell.
She reached up, and ran her hands along the grimy, moss covered walls, pulling them away in disgust. She wiped them clean on her filthy robes, and stood up, adjusting her eyes to the gloom.
She put her hand up to her throbbing head, her already filthy hand was covered with sticky blood. She choked at the sight of her hand.
She began to feel faint, and sank down to the floor, falling unconciuos against the cold stone.
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"I'm gonna kill him!" Harry said, to Ron as they marched into the Dining Room.
Ron nodded, and flexed his fist. They were of course talking about Draco Malfoy. Draco was sitting with a group of Slytherins, who appeared to be having a very good joke about something, Harry and Ron could only guess.
They strolled over to the Slytherin table. Harry grabbed Draco by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him up.
"What you wanna have a go here, Potter? In front of everyone?" Draco said, forcing the sneer on to his face. The rest of the Slytherins began to form a circle around Harry and Ron. It was a bad place to start a fight.
"Where then?" Harry demanded.
Draco grinned. "You name a place and time, and I'll be there."
Harry nodded.
"What's going on?" Tamarisk forced her way through the circle of boys. She sighed at the sight of Harry and Draco fighting.
"Honestly boys, can't we just live together in peace and harmony?" Shje asked.
"Not whilst there is still scum on this earth." Ron said.
"The trophy room, midnight, tonight." Harry muttered.
Draco grinned and nodded, as Harry released him.
Harry and Ron stalked off, leaving Draco already formulating a plan.
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Several hours later, someone pulled Hermione roughly up from the floor. She was half conscious, half aware of being dragged out of the cell and down a stone corridor. She struggled, half heartedly, but made no impact on her captor. But as she was dragged into an open room, she was instantly awake. She felt a great sadness fall on her. No longer could she think of escape, Dumbledore and Harry were driven from her mind. Her only thoughts were of death and suffering. She was reliving the worst moments of her life. After Harry had taken the cup and disappeared at the Triwizard Tournament. When Sirius had fallen through the curtain at the Ministry of Magic. . .
She was dragged in front of a grand chair, where sat the cold grotesque figure of Voldemort himself. Not that she saw much, her eyes were clouded with tears brought on by her worst memories. The death of her father, her mother's announcement of marriage. . . her memories continued. And she couldn't think why, she glanced round her and screamed. Standing behind was a hooded, soul sucking, creature of darkness, none other then a dementor.
Voldemort clicked his long slender fingers to regain her attention.
"Mudblood." He said.
She couldn't bare to look him in the face.
"Mudblood, the dementor is waiting for you. But before you die, I want to thank you. For it was you who gave me the whereabouts of the Order's hideout. Now I can put my plans into action, I couldn't never have done it without you. You see there is a spy, one of my spies, but the Order were on to me. Everyone who died in that attack knew who my spy was." Voldemort explained.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well, without you mudblood, my plans would have been foiled and my spy unearthed."
"You're demented." She gasped.
"Why thank you." He said, with a cold smirk.
"I never meant to tell you anything, Malfoy tricked me. But Malfoy is of course working for you."
"Naturally, how could it be any different?"
"I saw something in Malfoy, he won't stay loyal to you forever. One day, he'll turn, just like the rest of your followers."
"How's that?" He demanded.
"You are nothing compared to Dumbledore. . ."
But at the name of Dumbledore, the Dark Lord raised his wand. "Crucio."
She screamed in pain, the worst pain she had ever felt in her life.
Eventually he lifted his wand. "You were saying?"
"Your supporters. . ." she gasped. "They follow you because they have too, not because they want. And one day, when you fall they will abandon you. But Dumbledore, we follow him because we want to, because we trust him."
"If Dumbledore fell, his supporters would scarper."
Hermione shook her head. "I wouldn't."
"Well, unfortunately, you'll be dead." He said, with a sneer.
He clicked his fingers once more, and the Dementor began to slide forward, heading for the grimy girl. Hermione screamed and covered her mousy brown head, with her hands. Not that her hands would be much protection against the soul sucking guard of Azkaban.