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A/N: I know It's kind of boring at the moment, but action is coming soon.
Chapter 8
Lessons Begin
The house was dark and cold. Only a small amount of people would ever go near it. These people were known as Death Eaters, or Voldemort Supporters. Three of the Death Eaters were nearing the house. They entered through the backdoor, and proceeded to the highest room in the house. When the opened the door they saw the Dark Lord, and bowed. "Stand, my Death Eaters," said Voldemort.
"You requested to see us, my Lord?" Said the shortest Death Eater.
"Yes, I did, you must kill Potter's mudblood friend's parents, perhaps that will persuade Potter, to give himself up. Now go,"
"Yes, my Lord," said the Death Eaters. And at that time, a girl named Hermione Granger woke with a start.
"It, was just a dream," Hermione told herself, and she rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning Hermione woke up got dressed and went downstairs.
"Goodmorning, Mione," said Harry as she sat down next to him in the Great Hall five minutes later.
"Morning, Harry, where's Ron?" she asked.
"Outside, talking to Candice, I think he's going to ask her out, or something,"
"Yeah, me too," said Hermione.
"So which lesson do we have first? "asked Harry.
"Potions," said Hermione in a unhappy voice
"Oh, Grea--- Harry stopped mid-sentence, the mail had arrived. The owl that usually delivered Hermione's Daily Prophet swooped down and dropped the paper in her lap.
She picked it up, and gasped.
"What's wrong," asked Harry concerned.
"It's - It's my parents.
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