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Chapter 3: Challenges

Hermione's p.o.v

            That vile sludge! Hermione thought. He actually orders me around like a, a slave! The nerve! She ground her teeth while she thought, white grinding against white making a horrid scraping sound that filled the entire room. If you were to call it a room, She thought.

            "Will you stop it with that god-awful grinding?!!!" Draco roared. "Its not like enjoy this anymore than you do."

            But I bet you do enjoy this ferret face, she thought. A chance to order around your old school rival. You must have jump at the chance. You'll smirk as I tend you fire, treating me as you treat your house elves. I shall enjoy it when Harry comes to rescue me and he'll trod on you like the insect you are.  Truth be told, Hermione had become rather fond of Harry in later months, and he her. She was quite certain they were in love, and he would try and come and get her soon. She knew that Harry and Dumbledore's target would soon become the Malfoy manor; they knew that Malfoy was an old deatheater and would remain loyal to him. Their current target was the Riddle house in Little Hangleton,

Where at least three high in charge deatheaters had a training camp.

            Hermione knew she wouldn't be rescued for a time, but she entertained that thought for a moment. She knew, being in Voldemort's headquarters, she could give out valuable information about the weaknesses of the manor, so she tried to remember a spell that didn't require a wand (a surprising number), snatch scrap paper.

            She would not misuse the many months she knew she would be staying, she promised herself as she curled into a ball as she continued to formulate plans in her head, and fell asleep in the unforgiving Malfoy manor.

(A/n: the next part is a nightmare, don't get it confused with her thoughts because it will be italicized.)

~nightmare~

            Running, down a long, dark corridor. Look left. Darkness. Creep in. She peeked out. "The girl is this way, hurry, she is only a child! Come on!" Hiding, hiding, eyes closed. Like a little kid, I can't see you, can't see me. Destruction everywhere she has looked this night. Her entire family killed, she has no one now. She is now running from her family's assassins, cold-blooded killers who had caught them like unattended sheep, unable to bleat for their Shepard. She had heard of them before, her older brother had talked of them. Deatheaters. Only a year old, but bright for her age, she had ran as fast as she could, hoping in vain for her family, hugging her mother's wand tight in her tiny hands, she began to run again, forever running.

A/n: yeah that was also kinda short, but don't worry that means more chapters!! Do some dance!!

Oh lord, please ignore me!

Cellie