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Musikchik: Good luck with your own fic, Let me know how it goes and I will take a look at it.
Chapter 15: The Rescue Mission
Hermione landed hard on her bottom. She was going to be bruised tomorrow, she thought. If she lived to see tomorrow, naturally. She was never this brash about her actions, normally she would make a pie chart, then weigh the pros and cons of each and every situation, then finally come to an educated conclusion.
When had she changed so much? Along came Draco and she had thrown sensibility and sound judgment right out the window. What kind of an idiot must she be to believe that this is going to work? At least she had thought ahead and sent off letters to Harry and Ron. She had even penned one to her parents; it was waiting until morning before the owl would fly out.
That letter had been the hardest to write. It was in case she did not return. It told them that she loved them and would miss them but she had to save Draco or die trying, it was the only moral thing to do. Besides, if she didn't try she could never forgive herself, knowing that maybe if she had only shown up he would be free. You never know.
The letters to her dearest friends had been a basic telling of the kidnapping and ransom. Not having any time to spare, she scribbled down as neatly as possible where she was going, what she felt that she was obligated to do, and the circumstances why. Not dwelling on how she was still a little angry with them, she had slipped one under each door and sprinted back to her room to collect the button.
Here she was, trudging through the thickness of midnight without her cloak. The wind drifted through her bones, creating an internal chill. The warmth and security she had always felt at Hogwarts had faded like a happy memory. The gloomy forest loomed ahead, a ghost of something once full of life and summer.
Its gnarled trees creaked in the shifting winds. Instead of a ground littered with fresh pine needles, it was rocky and barren land. It desperately devoured anything of beauty. There were no bird nests in the treetops, and peaceful rustling of dried leaves, just thorn bushes that reached for her ankles in a deliberate attempt to catch her.
Wicked things preyed in the forest at this hour and Hermione hoped that none were to be found hungry. She timidly stepped into the dense gathering; branches ripped at her clothes and left ugly red scratches on her face. She carried the pensive wrapped in a blanket under her arm. She had managed to remember to snatch her wand off the table and was clutching it like a lifeline. She peered through the shadows for hours, shaking uncontrollably.
There were noises at all hours in a forest; even one as gloomy as this but the approaching footsteps told her that this was an intentional walk. The thing approaching wanted her to know it was coming. Maybe it was approaching in peace, why else would it warn her. Her mind was shouting in her ear "Wake up, Hermione. You are here because of a kidnapping. Voldemort and his dark magic are mixed up in this, and all of the Slytherins want you dead. This could in no ay be considered a peaceful journey! "She removed her rose colored view and ran. The figure watched as she frantically darted first one way then another, like a frightened rabbit. "Let the games begin." Said the hissing voice.
Harry had been about to walk to the showers when he noticed the parchment under the door. It was in Hermione's writing. He tore off the seal and read. "Oh shit." was the pinnacle of vocabulary that he possessed under such dire circumstances. He dropped everything and headed to Ron's room.
The red head was still asleep. His limp body nearly hit the ceiling as Harry jumped on him and started shaking him roughly. "Hurry, Ron, we've got to go after her. Now! She could be hurt, dead, I don't even know when she left." He barely had breathed in this run on.
Ron rubbed at his eyes and batted at Harry. "Go away, it's the weekend." He mumbled with a mouth full of pillow. Harry was persistent, knowing that his friend didn't wake easily. He shook him again, nearly throwing him off the bed. "Wake up, we got to go after her. She'll be killed."
Seeing that he needed more inexcusable measures he returned with a bucket of ice water. This toppled Ron out of bed in an instant, howling like a dog. Harry had not ducked in time to escape the fist that popped him in the lip as a disgruntled Ron on ice came slipping across the floor to his side.
Fist still balled in Harry's face he replied "I love ya mate, but you better have a damn good excuse for that." He mumbled something about ruined my good dream and the word weekend again before Harry pointed to the letter that was protruding from under his door. He skimmed it over once then re-read it slowly to make sure that he understood it all.
The letters were identical, stating that Hermione had a midnight visit in regards to a ransom. The kidnapped party was Draco, though they didn't mind too much that part. She was headed to the Widow Forest by way of portkey to meet with Lucius Malfoy to exchange the pensive for Draco. She described how it was a terminal situation but she hoped to die fighting and to take down Voldemort in the process, if she could.
In a postscript Hermione asked Ron to protect her family and keep a vigil over them should she not return. In Harry's letter Hermione asked him to protect and watch over Ron for her. The simple request showed her love for the young red head wizard, even if Hermione never would.
They turned to each other, Ron swallowed heavily as his face looked strained. "We never got to apologize. She hates us and now we might never see her again." His eyes spilled the tears. Harry had to remain calm, though he was on the verge of tears and panic himself.
"There is no other choice, we have to go after her. We have to do something. She needs us." Harry wailed. Ron agreed instantly with his friend. They both knew that Hermione would have done anything for them if the situations were reversed. They needed to be there for her now. Petty differences aside, they sat down to create a plan of action. A rescue mission was well underway.
TimeBomb: Rest your conscience, here's another chapter.
Bad Reputation: I am your humble servant.
Miss Kiss Kiss: A secret admirer, T/Y
Elle: Thanks for the review.
KivaidensGirl: A bright cloud in an otherwise overcast sky. This chapter is for you, my hero...
Anastasia: Damn Lucius for his wicked heart.
Lily: Another little glow, thanks for the review.
Musikchik: Good luck with your own fic, Let me know how it goes and I will take a look at it.
Chapter 15: The Rescue Mission
Hermione landed hard on her bottom. She was going to be bruised tomorrow, she thought. If she lived to see tomorrow, naturally. She was never this brash about her actions, normally she would make a pie chart, then weigh the pros and cons of each and every situation, then finally come to an educated conclusion.
When had she changed so much? Along came Draco and she had thrown sensibility and sound judgment right out the window. What kind of an idiot must she be to believe that this is going to work? At least she had thought ahead and sent off letters to Harry and Ron. She had even penned one to her parents; it was waiting until morning before the owl would fly out.
That letter had been the hardest to write. It was in case she did not return. It told them that she loved them and would miss them but she had to save Draco or die trying, it was the only moral thing to do. Besides, if she didn't try she could never forgive herself, knowing that maybe if she had only shown up he would be free. You never know.
The letters to her dearest friends had been a basic telling of the kidnapping and ransom. Not having any time to spare, she scribbled down as neatly as possible where she was going, what she felt that she was obligated to do, and the circumstances why. Not dwelling on how she was still a little angry with them, she had slipped one under each door and sprinted back to her room to collect the button.
Here she was, trudging through the thickness of midnight without her cloak. The wind drifted through her bones, creating an internal chill. The warmth and security she had always felt at Hogwarts had faded like a happy memory. The gloomy forest loomed ahead, a ghost of something once full of life and summer.
Its gnarled trees creaked in the shifting winds. Instead of a ground littered with fresh pine needles, it was rocky and barren land. It desperately devoured anything of beauty. There were no bird nests in the treetops, and peaceful rustling of dried leaves, just thorn bushes that reached for her ankles in a deliberate attempt to catch her.
Wicked things preyed in the forest at this hour and Hermione hoped that none were to be found hungry. She timidly stepped into the dense gathering; branches ripped at her clothes and left ugly red scratches on her face. She carried the pensive wrapped in a blanket under her arm. She had managed to remember to snatch her wand off the table and was clutching it like a lifeline. She peered through the shadows for hours, shaking uncontrollably.
There were noises at all hours in a forest; even one as gloomy as this but the approaching footsteps told her that this was an intentional walk. The thing approaching wanted her to know it was coming. Maybe it was approaching in peace, why else would it warn her. Her mind was shouting in her ear "Wake up, Hermione. You are here because of a kidnapping. Voldemort and his dark magic are mixed up in this, and all of the Slytherins want you dead. This could in no ay be considered a peaceful journey! "She removed her rose colored view and ran. The figure watched as she frantically darted first one way then another, like a frightened rabbit. "Let the games begin." Said the hissing voice.
Harry had been about to walk to the showers when he noticed the parchment under the door. It was in Hermione's writing. He tore off the seal and read. "Oh shit." was the pinnacle of vocabulary that he possessed under such dire circumstances. He dropped everything and headed to Ron's room.
The red head was still asleep. His limp body nearly hit the ceiling as Harry jumped on him and started shaking him roughly. "Hurry, Ron, we've got to go after her. Now! She could be hurt, dead, I don't even know when she left." He barely had breathed in this run on.
Ron rubbed at his eyes and batted at Harry. "Go away, it's the weekend." He mumbled with a mouth full of pillow. Harry was persistent, knowing that his friend didn't wake easily. He shook him again, nearly throwing him off the bed. "Wake up, we got to go after her. She'll be killed."
Seeing that he needed more inexcusable measures he returned with a bucket of ice water. This toppled Ron out of bed in an instant, howling like a dog. Harry had not ducked in time to escape the fist that popped him in the lip as a disgruntled Ron on ice came slipping across the floor to his side.
Fist still balled in Harry's face he replied "I love ya mate, but you better have a damn good excuse for that." He mumbled something about ruined my good dream and the word weekend again before Harry pointed to the letter that was protruding from under his door. He skimmed it over once then re-read it slowly to make sure that he understood it all.
The letters were identical, stating that Hermione had a midnight visit in regards to a ransom. The kidnapped party was Draco, though they didn't mind too much that part. She was headed to the Widow Forest by way of portkey to meet with Lucius Malfoy to exchange the pensive for Draco. She described how it was a terminal situation but she hoped to die fighting and to take down Voldemort in the process, if she could.
In a postscript Hermione asked Ron to protect her family and keep a vigil over them should she not return. In Harry's letter Hermione asked him to protect and watch over Ron for her. The simple request showed her love for the young red head wizard, even if Hermione never would.
They turned to each other, Ron swallowed heavily as his face looked strained. "We never got to apologize. She hates us and now we might never see her again." His eyes spilled the tears. Harry had to remain calm, though he was on the verge of tears and panic himself.
"There is no other choice, we have to go after her. We have to do something. She needs us." Harry wailed. Ron agreed instantly with his friend. They both knew that Hermione would have done anything for them if the situations were reversed. They needed to be there for her now. Petty differences aside, they sat down to create a plan of action. A rescue mission was well underway.