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I appriciate you all and I hope you like this chapter... I particuarly don't like this chapter much because it didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but I wanted to get it up anyways. I may change and make a view edits later though. I will let you know if I do.
Ahh! Enough of my talking and on to the story!! ^_^
~*Chapter 3*~
Everything was happening so fast that Hermione didn't exactly comprehend what was going on. She knew that she had been tackled and pushed towards a tall blonde man, but after that… she had no idea. She was in the alleyway and then suddenly appeared into a castle looking building. Hermione had no explanation as to how that happened, but she didn't care about that at the moment; she just wanted to go home.
She looked around the room she was standing in and stared in awe. There were many tapestries hanging on the walls, along with crests and shields; all of these items were covered with snakes and such creatures. The room was darkly lit with candles and had a sort of eerie feeling in the atmosphere. Hermione felt lonely and sat on an armchair, still examining her surroundings. The three men had left the room as soon as they had appeared at the castle, leaving her locked up in the room.
'I'm not taking this,' Hermione thought. 'I'm getting out of here. I can beat this. C'mon, just think.'
Hermione stood up from the arm chair and studied the windows and walls, looking for any secret exits out of there. She walked up to one of the walls and pressed her hand on it, feeling for any kind of switch. Running her hand up and down the walls, she carefully searched her surroundings. Her hand stopped on a groove in the wall, which she traced around to find that it was a hidden door. She pushed against it as hard as she could but couldn't budge it.
"C'mon!" she pleaded. "Please move!!"
"You won't get that door to move without a door opening spell," that strangely familiar voice said.
Hermione turned around and saw the blonde man standing before her. She shrank back against the wall and lost her breath from fright.
The man smirked. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the once sharp-minded, confident witch cower before him. But he must not treat her without welcome; otherwise it could ruin his whole plan.
"Sit down," he commanded in a sharp voice, but then realized his mistake. "Please, over there," he said in a gentler tone.
Hermione looked uncertain, but walked over to the arm chair and sat down anyways. She was kidnapped after all, and it was probably best to do whatever the man said.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, in case you don't remember me telling you that earlier."
"I remember," Hermione whispered.
"Well I'm not surprised. You are the cleverest person I have ever known."
Hermione's face was covered in confusion as she blushed. "You know me? I don't believe I've ever met you before. Though," she added, "your voice has been strangely familiar to me since the first time you spoke to me in the alleyway."
"That's because you do know me, from a long time ago. That was before the accident, of course." Malfoy paused before continuing. "But now you are back with us, where you were before it had happened."
Hermione was even more confused now. "What are you talking about?? What accident? And where am I?"
"Okay, well I'll start from the beginning. There is a school here in England were special students go to for 7 years, starting from when they are eleven. It's called Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are a witch, Hermione. You attended this school for seven years learning how to cast spells, mix potions, and about the history of our kind; the magical folk. The superior race, as we like to say. The school is run by a nut, Albus Dumbledore. You knew, along with many others knew that this old man was not fit to run the school. So we started a little club to prepare ourselves for the adult organization, which we are in now. We are called Death Eaters, and you were with our group during your time at the school.
Well, right about when our 7th year was coming to an end, the most powerful wizard of all time, the Dark Lord, was involved in a battle with a poor excuse of a wizard named Harry Potter. The Death Eaters at that time, including my father, went to go help the Dark Lord in this battle while we stayed behind in the bushes to keep watch on the outside. Potter's best friend, Ronald Weasley, was incapable of getting inside the building that the fight was taking place in, big surprise, and had been waiting outside too; though he did not know we were there. Weasley eventually got in, but we sent you in after him to dispose of him. But while you were still in the building, it had collapsed over you. By the time we found you, you were a mess and had hit your head hard enough to knock you unconscious. The Dark Lord and all of the Death Eaters were gone without a trace, while Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were still alive.
We found out that you had hit your head hard enough to cause a permanent amnesia. Your parents, which were never wizards, took you away that moment and vowed to never let you take part in the magical world again, because of your injury. They didn't understand though, that you cannot be taken from this world forever. You and us cannot be stopped, and no muggle or wizard can beat us in the end."
"Muggle?" Hermione asked.
"Non-magic people," Malfoy answered.
"Oh," she said quietly.
"So all of the stories that your parents told you about your past are lies. *This* is your world."
Hermione sat in the chair quietly, thinking over all that she had heard. She wanted to know more about this Hogwarts and what she did there. They talked for another hour about all of her questions of the wizardry world. All the while they conversed, Malfoy smiled to himself. She believed all that he told her; step one of his plan was about complete. He made sure that when he talked about Harry and Ron, he made them sound as if they had been the ones doing wrong and trying to get Hermione in trouble at school. This did not make her very happy, which was exactly what Malfoy wanted. He didn't want her to remember the trio's old friendship, or the plan would utterly fail.
"I have just a few more questions," Hermione said eagerly. She was excited about everything she had learned and now felt comfortable around Malfoy. She knew that this all had to be true since she felt like she's known Malfoy all her life. "Well, it sounds like we had so much fun at the school and everything with everyone in the Death Eaters, and you've told me all about Harry potter and his stupid friend, Ron. Well I remember over-hearing my parents say one time that I had an old friend named Ron. I thought that they were our enemies?"
"Simple," Malfoy stated. "Your parents didn't know who your real friends were. They knew from reputations how Potter and Weasley were such 'good boys' and that we were quite the opposite. So you just told them that those were your friends so that they wouldn't have to know what was really going on. With those two as your friends, how could you possibly go wrong?" He laughed and gave Hermione a mischievous smile.
'That's reasonable,' Hermione thought. "Well one more question. Why do we hate muggles and other wizards so much?"
Malfoy thought for a second of how to answer her just right. "The muggles are scared of us, and persecute us whenever they find out who is a witch or wizard. If they knew about our world, their fear would drive them to our destruction… that is, if we couldn't blow their heads off first. And the other wizards, well, they protect those muggles who would seek to kill us off. Don't you see what we are trying to do? The wizard race needs those who have a strong enough will to keep us alive and away from those bloody muggles. They hate us and want us dead, so what more can we do but return their own hate. Only the fittest survive in this world, Hermione. And that is our job."
"The Death Eaters…" Hermione said quietly. That name had sounded recognizable to her ever since she first heard it. That meant that all of this just had to be true. And the muggles… how could they be so stupid as to challenge us?? Do they really think that we don't have the power to fight back and beat them one hundred times harder?? Hate started to greatly build up inside of Hermione as she thought about all Malfoy had told her. She remembered him telling her that his whole family was destroyed by those other wizards. They must pay for the pain they have caused him and many others.
"When do I start my training in fighting back?" Hermione asked, with a fire in her eyes.
Malfoy smiled broadly and responded, "You will start tomorrow."
Hermione nodded her head and then let Malfoy lead her to her room. She learned earlier that this castle was the Malfoy manor, headquarters to the Death Eaters. When they reached the room, Malfoy turned to her before letting her inside.
"Remember this, Hermione. Potter, Weasley, and their kind, are very persuasive. Don't let them fool you into thinking you are one of them. They know you are one of our strongest members and will probably target you, now that you are back with us."
"Right," Hermione concurred, "Don't worry, I finally know who I am and I won't let them take that away from me."
Hermione went into her room and closed the door. Malfoy walked away and was shortly joined by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Everything is going according to plan," Malfoy assured them. "Once she is trained up, her old powerful magic powers will come back. Then we can use her to get the others back."
"Yeah, because the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters are not really gone, but only trapped in a portal between two dimensions, right?" Goyle asked stupidly.
"Exactly Goyle. The thing is," Malfoy said thoughtfully, "I didn't think that it would be so easy to manipulate her. The old Hermione wouldn't have fallen for something such as this."
Crabbe just looked at him with a dazed look.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You need to learn to use your brain at some point in you life man. I always feel like I'm talking to a big wall in my face."
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Hermione sat on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs, as she thought about all she had learned in the past couple of hours. She finally knew what had happened before she lost her memory and she hated her parents for not telling her. It was her life; why did they take her away from it?
Then again, when she thought about it, she was kind of mean during her school years; according to what Malfoy said. But the whole world she was now apart of was completely different than what she was normally used to, so for all she knew she could have been a bully.
Hermione's reckless side showed; something which she had never felt before. The muggles *did* deserve what was coming to them. They hate us because we are different and seek to even cause us harm. Why not let them see how horrible it is to be persecuted? That would certainly teach them a lesson that they would never forget. And for that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley… they had no idea what was coming to them. She felt extreme hate course through her as she tried to imagine what the next day would be like when she would learn to use her magical abilities.
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Ron was on his knees in the alleyway, feeling his eyes start to get wet. He wiped away the tears furiously with the back of his hand and sighed with aggravation.
'What would Hermione do in a situation like this,' he thought. 'She would probably think out the situation and analyze all possible answers to find the best choice. That's the wit of Hermione for you. But I don't have time to think this all out! That could take days!'
Suddenly Ron thought of the obvious answer and cursed himself for not thinking of it before. Malfoy probably took her to where the aurors believed that a new group of Death Eaters were meeting at…the Malfoy Manor. He quickly picked himself off of the ground and headed towards Hermione. In just a little time now, he would have her back; hopefully permanently because he never really told her how he felt. He would let nothing stop him from telling her this time. Nothing.
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Well that's it for this chapter! It's not my best and it certainly didn't come out the way I wanted it to...but oh well! I'm not really concentrating much on the extra stuff, just Ron and Hermione stuff! hehe
Press the pretty little button below and review! I promise that it helps me to be inspired to write faster.
I appriciate you all and I hope you like this chapter... I particuarly don't like this chapter much because it didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but I wanted to get it up anyways. I may change and make a view edits later though. I will let you know if I do.
Ahh! Enough of my talking and on to the story!! ^_^
~*Chapter 3*~
Everything was happening so fast that Hermione didn't exactly comprehend what was going on. She knew that she had been tackled and pushed towards a tall blonde man, but after that… she had no idea. She was in the alleyway and then suddenly appeared into a castle looking building. Hermione had no explanation as to how that happened, but she didn't care about that at the moment; she just wanted to go home.
She looked around the room she was standing in and stared in awe. There were many tapestries hanging on the walls, along with crests and shields; all of these items were covered with snakes and such creatures. The room was darkly lit with candles and had a sort of eerie feeling in the atmosphere. Hermione felt lonely and sat on an armchair, still examining her surroundings. The three men had left the room as soon as they had appeared at the castle, leaving her locked up in the room.
'I'm not taking this,' Hermione thought. 'I'm getting out of here. I can beat this. C'mon, just think.'
Hermione stood up from the arm chair and studied the windows and walls, looking for any secret exits out of there. She walked up to one of the walls and pressed her hand on it, feeling for any kind of switch. Running her hand up and down the walls, she carefully searched her surroundings. Her hand stopped on a groove in the wall, which she traced around to find that it was a hidden door. She pushed against it as hard as she could but couldn't budge it.
"C'mon!" she pleaded. "Please move!!"
"You won't get that door to move without a door opening spell," that strangely familiar voice said.
Hermione turned around and saw the blonde man standing before her. She shrank back against the wall and lost her breath from fright.
The man smirked. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the once sharp-minded, confident witch cower before him. But he must not treat her without welcome; otherwise it could ruin his whole plan.
"Sit down," he commanded in a sharp voice, but then realized his mistake. "Please, over there," he said in a gentler tone.
Hermione looked uncertain, but walked over to the arm chair and sat down anyways. She was kidnapped after all, and it was probably best to do whatever the man said.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, in case you don't remember me telling you that earlier."
"I remember," Hermione whispered.
"Well I'm not surprised. You are the cleverest person I have ever known."
Hermione's face was covered in confusion as she blushed. "You know me? I don't believe I've ever met you before. Though," she added, "your voice has been strangely familiar to me since the first time you spoke to me in the alleyway."
"That's because you do know me, from a long time ago. That was before the accident, of course." Malfoy paused before continuing. "But now you are back with us, where you were before it had happened."
Hermione was even more confused now. "What are you talking about?? What accident? And where am I?"
"Okay, well I'll start from the beginning. There is a school here in England were special students go to for 7 years, starting from when they are eleven. It's called Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are a witch, Hermione. You attended this school for seven years learning how to cast spells, mix potions, and about the history of our kind; the magical folk. The superior race, as we like to say. The school is run by a nut, Albus Dumbledore. You knew, along with many others knew that this old man was not fit to run the school. So we started a little club to prepare ourselves for the adult organization, which we are in now. We are called Death Eaters, and you were with our group during your time at the school.
Well, right about when our 7th year was coming to an end, the most powerful wizard of all time, the Dark Lord, was involved in a battle with a poor excuse of a wizard named Harry Potter. The Death Eaters at that time, including my father, went to go help the Dark Lord in this battle while we stayed behind in the bushes to keep watch on the outside. Potter's best friend, Ronald Weasley, was incapable of getting inside the building that the fight was taking place in, big surprise, and had been waiting outside too; though he did not know we were there. Weasley eventually got in, but we sent you in after him to dispose of him. But while you were still in the building, it had collapsed over you. By the time we found you, you were a mess and had hit your head hard enough to knock you unconscious. The Dark Lord and all of the Death Eaters were gone without a trace, while Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were still alive.
We found out that you had hit your head hard enough to cause a permanent amnesia. Your parents, which were never wizards, took you away that moment and vowed to never let you take part in the magical world again, because of your injury. They didn't understand though, that you cannot be taken from this world forever. You and us cannot be stopped, and no muggle or wizard can beat us in the end."
"Muggle?" Hermione asked.
"Non-magic people," Malfoy answered.
"Oh," she said quietly.
"So all of the stories that your parents told you about your past are lies. *This* is your world."
Hermione sat in the chair quietly, thinking over all that she had heard. She wanted to know more about this Hogwarts and what she did there. They talked for another hour about all of her questions of the wizardry world. All the while they conversed, Malfoy smiled to himself. She believed all that he told her; step one of his plan was about complete. He made sure that when he talked about Harry and Ron, he made them sound as if they had been the ones doing wrong and trying to get Hermione in trouble at school. This did not make her very happy, which was exactly what Malfoy wanted. He didn't want her to remember the trio's old friendship, or the plan would utterly fail.
"I have just a few more questions," Hermione said eagerly. She was excited about everything she had learned and now felt comfortable around Malfoy. She knew that this all had to be true since she felt like she's known Malfoy all her life. "Well, it sounds like we had so much fun at the school and everything with everyone in the Death Eaters, and you've told me all about Harry potter and his stupid friend, Ron. Well I remember over-hearing my parents say one time that I had an old friend named Ron. I thought that they were our enemies?"
"Simple," Malfoy stated. "Your parents didn't know who your real friends were. They knew from reputations how Potter and Weasley were such 'good boys' and that we were quite the opposite. So you just told them that those were your friends so that they wouldn't have to know what was really going on. With those two as your friends, how could you possibly go wrong?" He laughed and gave Hermione a mischievous smile.
'That's reasonable,' Hermione thought. "Well one more question. Why do we hate muggles and other wizards so much?"
Malfoy thought for a second of how to answer her just right. "The muggles are scared of us, and persecute us whenever they find out who is a witch or wizard. If they knew about our world, their fear would drive them to our destruction… that is, if we couldn't blow their heads off first. And the other wizards, well, they protect those muggles who would seek to kill us off. Don't you see what we are trying to do? The wizard race needs those who have a strong enough will to keep us alive and away from those bloody muggles. They hate us and want us dead, so what more can we do but return their own hate. Only the fittest survive in this world, Hermione. And that is our job."
"The Death Eaters…" Hermione said quietly. That name had sounded recognizable to her ever since she first heard it. That meant that all of this just had to be true. And the muggles… how could they be so stupid as to challenge us?? Do they really think that we don't have the power to fight back and beat them one hundred times harder?? Hate started to greatly build up inside of Hermione as she thought about all Malfoy had told her. She remembered him telling her that his whole family was destroyed by those other wizards. They must pay for the pain they have caused him and many others.
"When do I start my training in fighting back?" Hermione asked, with a fire in her eyes.
Malfoy smiled broadly and responded, "You will start tomorrow."
Hermione nodded her head and then let Malfoy lead her to her room. She learned earlier that this castle was the Malfoy manor, headquarters to the Death Eaters. When they reached the room, Malfoy turned to her before letting her inside.
"Remember this, Hermione. Potter, Weasley, and their kind, are very persuasive. Don't let them fool you into thinking you are one of them. They know you are one of our strongest members and will probably target you, now that you are back with us."
"Right," Hermione concurred, "Don't worry, I finally know who I am and I won't let them take that away from me."
Hermione went into her room and closed the door. Malfoy walked away and was shortly joined by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Everything is going according to plan," Malfoy assured them. "Once she is trained up, her old powerful magic powers will come back. Then we can use her to get the others back."
"Yeah, because the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters are not really gone, but only trapped in a portal between two dimensions, right?" Goyle asked stupidly.
"Exactly Goyle. The thing is," Malfoy said thoughtfully, "I didn't think that it would be so easy to manipulate her. The old Hermione wouldn't have fallen for something such as this."
Crabbe just looked at him with a dazed look.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You need to learn to use your brain at some point in you life man. I always feel like I'm talking to a big wall in my face."
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Hermione sat on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs, as she thought about all she had learned in the past couple of hours. She finally knew what had happened before she lost her memory and she hated her parents for not telling her. It was her life; why did they take her away from it?
Then again, when she thought about it, she was kind of mean during her school years; according to what Malfoy said. But the whole world she was now apart of was completely different than what she was normally used to, so for all she knew she could have been a bully.
Hermione's reckless side showed; something which she had never felt before. The muggles *did* deserve what was coming to them. They hate us because we are different and seek to even cause us harm. Why not let them see how horrible it is to be persecuted? That would certainly teach them a lesson that they would never forget. And for that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley… they had no idea what was coming to them. She felt extreme hate course through her as she tried to imagine what the next day would be like when she would learn to use her magical abilities.
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Ron was on his knees in the alleyway, feeling his eyes start to get wet. He wiped away the tears furiously with the back of his hand and sighed with aggravation.
'What would Hermione do in a situation like this,' he thought. 'She would probably think out the situation and analyze all possible answers to find the best choice. That's the wit of Hermione for you. But I don't have time to think this all out! That could take days!'
Suddenly Ron thought of the obvious answer and cursed himself for not thinking of it before. Malfoy probably took her to where the aurors believed that a new group of Death Eaters were meeting at…the Malfoy Manor. He quickly picked himself off of the ground and headed towards Hermione. In just a little time now, he would have her back; hopefully permanently because he never really told her how he felt. He would let nothing stop him from telling her this time. Nothing.
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Well that's it for this chapter! It's not my best and it certainly didn't come out the way I wanted it to...but oh well! I'm not really concentrating much on the extra stuff, just Ron and Hermione stuff! hehe
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