Woot! I got another chapter out! Man I don't really know what I'm doing because I kinda changed what my original plan for this story was while writing this chapter, so I hope it's better than what I originally had planned on doing! ^_^
Tell me what you think of this chapter... I gotta give Ron a bigger part in the next chapter though because he is my favorite character of all! He's so awesome! Well on to reading!
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~*Chapter 6~*
Hermione laid on her bed, looking up at the tall, dark ceiling in her room at the Malfoy Manor. She was glad to have finally found her life, her place in the world… but somehow it just didn't seem right.
'That's just because you aren't used to this world yet,' she kept telling herself.
Hermione knew the new world she had discovered was something of her past, because her feelings told her this, but there were some things that didn't fit. Like Pansy Parkinson, for example, did not act like she was a best friend of Hermione's. Pansy acted as though she was being forced to be nice and friendly towards her, so that must mean something right? And Draco Malfoy… he was really nice to Hermione, almost fake though.
"What am I thinking??" Hermione yelled at herself. "Draco has been so kind to me. Am I repaying him for bringing me back to my real life by suspecting him of lying to me?" She scorned herself for such thoughts and then smiled despite herself. "But I just can't get rid of those feelings that where in my dream. They are too strong to ignore. Ron Weasley must be a powerful and foul wizard to make me feel the way that I do. I *cannot* let him overpower me. I don't want the other Death Eaters to think I am weak."
Hermione sighed and rolled over onto her side. She recalled a conversation she and Draco had while they had played Quidditch early that day.
~*flashback*~
"Tell me again about Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. What was it like at school with them?" Hermione asked as she swerved around Malfoy on her broom and scored another point.
Malfoy's face turned into disgust and then replied, "Well, Potter was a show-off, always trying to be teacher's pet. He used his celebrity status to gain popularity in the school and lied about every heroic thing he did. I'm sure that he beat the Dark Lord all those times by a matter of pure luck and he did not send the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters to a forbidden portal on purpose, I'm sure. It was probably a brainless accident that happened to work in his favor… like everything always did at school.
And Weasley was a taller, stupider version of Potter. No, he didn't have the fame that Potter did, but I know that it always bugged him to always be below his best friend. His entire family is a disgrace to the name of wizard, loving bloody muggles and protecting them from wizards who harm them. They always tried to be heroes of the school, no doubt trying to get more fame. But we saw past that… we were the only smart ones in that whole ridiculous school.
You and me, Hermione, we were the best at school. That's why Potter and Weasley hated us so much; they were jealous of our power and worried that we would one day over-power them. So they would try and try to get you on their side so that *they* would be the powerful ones. But you were the smartest witch Hogwarts had ever seen, and you didn't fall for their be-friending tricks. You weren't going to let them use you for their own personal gain. And now that they know you are back and becoming powerful again, they are going to try to get you on their side again, Hermione. I know it. Don't fall for their tricks, because they can be very persuasive."
*end of flashback*
Hermione sighed again; she stood up from her bed and opened the bedroom door. Hermione looked in the hallway and saw nobody there. She shut the door behind her and started walking, not knowing where she was going… but she needed to go for a walk. Hermione had done this often when she lived the muggle life; walking always seemed to help her mind be at peace before she went to sleep. The stone floor was cold beneath her feet, and the manor had an eerie feeling in it. Hermione looked on the walls and saw many pictures of Draco's relatives. She was used to seeing them move now; the first time she had seen the pictures move about she had screamed and had spilled the drink she was holding at the time down her front.
Hermione turned a corner and then halted before hiding behind a suit of armor. Pansy Parkinson was walking briskly back and forth, clearly in deep thought. Hermione kept quiet, watching the woman pace up and down the hallway.
"What kind of woman does he take me for??" Pansy fumed. "I can see that he's started to fancy that mudblood. He might even not end up going through with the plan if he keeps acting this way! That idiot is changing him somehow… somehow…" Pansy muttered more words under her breath that Hermione couldn't hear, and then she suddenly stopped pacing. "I'm going to have to put this operation into my own hands. Draco is clearly not fit to run the plan anymore. I'm going to force Hermione to do it tonight! We can't wait any longer for Draco to butter this girl up into doing it. Yes… tonight she will do it. The others will help me, they are sick of waiting too…" And with that, Pansy walked the other direction and disappeared into the shadows.
Hermione stood frozen in her spot behind the suit of armor, not knowing what to do. She sunk to the floor and put her head between her knees, more confused and lost as ever. 'So this was all just an act?' she thought, trying to fight back tears. 'I don't belong here and I can't go back home either! My parents are dead! I let them kill my parents! They filled me with so much hate for muggles that I let them do it without even a second thought! I've been so *stupid*!' Hermione pounded her fists into the floor, anger filling her entire soul. She could no longer hold back the tears, so she let them fall freely. She had no where to go, but she knew she couldn't stay here.
"Hermione?" A voice said above her. She looked up to see Draco standing over her, holding out his hand to help her up. Hermione was horrified to see him, and slapped his hand away before jumping up to run away; but before she could he roughly grabbed her arm and held her back.
"What are you doing? What happened??" Draco held onto her arm tight, refusing to let her go.
"Let me go!" Hermione yelled. "I know what you are planning! I over-heard Pansy talking to herself and she is going to get the other Death Eaters to make me do something tonight! You are using me to open that portal aren't you!? You can't do it for some reason by yourselves and you need me to do it!"
Pansy's voice came from behind Draco and replied nastily, "That's exactly what you are going to do. And you'll do it or you will pay a costly price."
"I have nothing left for me anyways, no world to go back to. So there is nothing that you can do to me that would make me open that portal for you!" Hermione screamed. She tried to get free of Draco's grip, but he was much too strong for her.
Pansy's lips cracked into a sickening smile as she motioned someone to come forward out of the group of Death Eaters that were behind her. A little girl was dragged out of the group, her body was limp.
"Marianne..." Hermione whispered. That's right; Marianne had not been at the house when her parents had been murdered.
"She's not dead," Pansy said at the look of horror on Hermione's face. "Only stunned. But she *will* die if you do not do what we ask."
Hermione could see that she was defeated. There was no way out of this one. Her little sister was the only remaining family and friend that she had. Hermione looked at Draco and saw that Draco was trying to avoid her eye; his expression was cold and that of approval. She had thought that he was her friend, and perhaps even more… but he betrayed her like the others.
Suddenly there was a thunderous crash downstairs and the sound of voices. Draco quickly shoved her to the wall and cords shot from his wand, tying her to the cold stone. The Death Eaters turned around to the sound of many footsteps coming up the stairs. Three men and two women came swiftly around the corner and then stopped abruptly.
"Where's Hermione??" one guy yelled. "Give her back now or face us!"
Draco smirked and walked to the front of his group, spinning his wand between his fingers idly. "You five against fourteen of us? Do you really think you'll win?"
More footsteps came and seven more men came bolting into the hallway. "That ought to even the odds," said red-haired twins. "Bring it on you punks!"
Spells started flying up and down the long corridor, some narrowly missing Hermione. She looked at the crowd that had just come and saw many people with flaming red hair, including four others. She at once recognized Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who were fighting next to each other. They were coming to her rescue… But why? Are they trying to take me from the Death Eaters and use me for something of their bidding as well?
The group that had come in was slowly advancing as the Death Eaters could not hold them back. Curses and hexes flew back and forth as the wizards and witches dueled. Hermione tried to get loose from the bands that held her, but the more she struggled the more the cords cut into her skin; they were too tight. Abruptly, the cords disappeared and Hermione, being cut off guard, fell forward towards the ground. She braced herself for impact, but it did not come. She opened her eyes and saw that Ron Weasley had caught her, holding her close as he backed behind a suit of armor for cover.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked her quickly before stunning a Death Eater that was close by. She just simply nodded and stayed motionless as Ron still held her tight from danger.
All of a sudden Harry Potter came around behind the armor, holding Hermione's sleeping little sister firmly in his arms. "We've got them both. Let's get out of here. Neville was knocked out, but Bill's got him."
"Right," Ron responded and held up his wand, shooting out blue sparks. The others in their group covered Ron, Hermione, Marianne, and Harry as they made their way back to the stairs. Ron leaped down five stairs at a time as he held Hermione, Harry close behind him. Hermione looked back and saw the other's following them, still shooting spells at the Death Eaters behind their backs. As soon as the group reached outside the Malfoy Manor, they were able to disapparate. The last thing Hermione heard before she was suddenly disappearing from the manor was one of the red-headed twins laughing and saying, "Now that we've rescued the damsel in distress let's eat! Anyone want a cream pastry?? (popping sound) Oh sorry Neville! Forgot these were the Canary Creams…"
The Death Eaters ran outside to find Hermione and the invading group gone. Malfoy walked out as Pansy marched up to him, fuming. "You let this happen!" she shrieked. "You've gotten soft Draco! You practically let that mudblood walk right out of here with hardly any trouble at all!"
Malfoy glared at her and replied coolly, "I was the only one to actually *fully* hit one of them out of this entire pathetic group. The most you all bloody did was graze a couple of them! We will get her back and be able to complete the spell and break the portal open. Don't blame me for your incapability to duel. She found out about our plan by overhearing you talk to yourself you idiot!"
"I never-" Pansy started.
"*Do not* interrupt me. Come, let's plan our next attack." Malfoy turned on his heel and walked back up to the manor. Pansy was right about him turning soft; he *had* let them go. He would not admit that though, because the truth was… he didn't know why he did it. Had Hermione changed something in him? 'No,' he thought bitterly. 'I must be loyal to my father and the Dark Lord. If I bring them back I will be rewarded beyond anything I could have imagined. Yes, I will get that filthy mudblood back and restore the Dark Lord to this world! Nothing will stop me this time…'
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Yay done!! I find Malfoy is getting really hard to write because his feelings are going haywire! Sorry if it is kind of confusing.. I'll try to do better the next time. There shouldn't be too many chapters left... many like 3 or 4... not sure really! We will just have to see won't we!
Again, THANKS SO MUCH to those people who reviewed!! Those are what keep me going man.
P.S. My writing style depends on my mood, so sorry if the style keeps changing on you! I hope it pleases you all the same. And if you have any suggestions to make the story better they would be very much appriciated! Gracias!
-=*TeraRiley*=-
Tell me what you think of this chapter... I gotta give Ron a bigger part in the next chapter though because he is my favorite character of all! He's so awesome! Well on to reading!
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~*Chapter 6~*
Hermione laid on her bed, looking up at the tall, dark ceiling in her room at the Malfoy Manor. She was glad to have finally found her life, her place in the world… but somehow it just didn't seem right.
'That's just because you aren't used to this world yet,' she kept telling herself.
Hermione knew the new world she had discovered was something of her past, because her feelings told her this, but there were some things that didn't fit. Like Pansy Parkinson, for example, did not act like she was a best friend of Hermione's. Pansy acted as though she was being forced to be nice and friendly towards her, so that must mean something right? And Draco Malfoy… he was really nice to Hermione, almost fake though.
"What am I thinking??" Hermione yelled at herself. "Draco has been so kind to me. Am I repaying him for bringing me back to my real life by suspecting him of lying to me?" She scorned herself for such thoughts and then smiled despite herself. "But I just can't get rid of those feelings that where in my dream. They are too strong to ignore. Ron Weasley must be a powerful and foul wizard to make me feel the way that I do. I *cannot* let him overpower me. I don't want the other Death Eaters to think I am weak."
Hermione sighed and rolled over onto her side. She recalled a conversation she and Draco had while they had played Quidditch early that day.
~*flashback*~
"Tell me again about Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. What was it like at school with them?" Hermione asked as she swerved around Malfoy on her broom and scored another point.
Malfoy's face turned into disgust and then replied, "Well, Potter was a show-off, always trying to be teacher's pet. He used his celebrity status to gain popularity in the school and lied about every heroic thing he did. I'm sure that he beat the Dark Lord all those times by a matter of pure luck and he did not send the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters to a forbidden portal on purpose, I'm sure. It was probably a brainless accident that happened to work in his favor… like everything always did at school.
And Weasley was a taller, stupider version of Potter. No, he didn't have the fame that Potter did, but I know that it always bugged him to always be below his best friend. His entire family is a disgrace to the name of wizard, loving bloody muggles and protecting them from wizards who harm them. They always tried to be heroes of the school, no doubt trying to get more fame. But we saw past that… we were the only smart ones in that whole ridiculous school.
You and me, Hermione, we were the best at school. That's why Potter and Weasley hated us so much; they were jealous of our power and worried that we would one day over-power them. So they would try and try to get you on their side so that *they* would be the powerful ones. But you were the smartest witch Hogwarts had ever seen, and you didn't fall for their be-friending tricks. You weren't going to let them use you for their own personal gain. And now that they know you are back and becoming powerful again, they are going to try to get you on their side again, Hermione. I know it. Don't fall for their tricks, because they can be very persuasive."
*end of flashback*
Hermione sighed again; she stood up from her bed and opened the bedroom door. Hermione looked in the hallway and saw nobody there. She shut the door behind her and started walking, not knowing where she was going… but she needed to go for a walk. Hermione had done this often when she lived the muggle life; walking always seemed to help her mind be at peace before she went to sleep. The stone floor was cold beneath her feet, and the manor had an eerie feeling in it. Hermione looked on the walls and saw many pictures of Draco's relatives. She was used to seeing them move now; the first time she had seen the pictures move about she had screamed and had spilled the drink she was holding at the time down her front.
Hermione turned a corner and then halted before hiding behind a suit of armor. Pansy Parkinson was walking briskly back and forth, clearly in deep thought. Hermione kept quiet, watching the woman pace up and down the hallway.
"What kind of woman does he take me for??" Pansy fumed. "I can see that he's started to fancy that mudblood. He might even not end up going through with the plan if he keeps acting this way! That idiot is changing him somehow… somehow…" Pansy muttered more words under her breath that Hermione couldn't hear, and then she suddenly stopped pacing. "I'm going to have to put this operation into my own hands. Draco is clearly not fit to run the plan anymore. I'm going to force Hermione to do it tonight! We can't wait any longer for Draco to butter this girl up into doing it. Yes… tonight she will do it. The others will help me, they are sick of waiting too…" And with that, Pansy walked the other direction and disappeared into the shadows.
Hermione stood frozen in her spot behind the suit of armor, not knowing what to do. She sunk to the floor and put her head between her knees, more confused and lost as ever. 'So this was all just an act?' she thought, trying to fight back tears. 'I don't belong here and I can't go back home either! My parents are dead! I let them kill my parents! They filled me with so much hate for muggles that I let them do it without even a second thought! I've been so *stupid*!' Hermione pounded her fists into the floor, anger filling her entire soul. She could no longer hold back the tears, so she let them fall freely. She had no where to go, but she knew she couldn't stay here.
"Hermione?" A voice said above her. She looked up to see Draco standing over her, holding out his hand to help her up. Hermione was horrified to see him, and slapped his hand away before jumping up to run away; but before she could he roughly grabbed her arm and held her back.
"What are you doing? What happened??" Draco held onto her arm tight, refusing to let her go.
"Let me go!" Hermione yelled. "I know what you are planning! I over-heard Pansy talking to herself and she is going to get the other Death Eaters to make me do something tonight! You are using me to open that portal aren't you!? You can't do it for some reason by yourselves and you need me to do it!"
Pansy's voice came from behind Draco and replied nastily, "That's exactly what you are going to do. And you'll do it or you will pay a costly price."
"I have nothing left for me anyways, no world to go back to. So there is nothing that you can do to me that would make me open that portal for you!" Hermione screamed. She tried to get free of Draco's grip, but he was much too strong for her.
Pansy's lips cracked into a sickening smile as she motioned someone to come forward out of the group of Death Eaters that were behind her. A little girl was dragged out of the group, her body was limp.
"Marianne..." Hermione whispered. That's right; Marianne had not been at the house when her parents had been murdered.
"She's not dead," Pansy said at the look of horror on Hermione's face. "Only stunned. But she *will* die if you do not do what we ask."
Hermione could see that she was defeated. There was no way out of this one. Her little sister was the only remaining family and friend that she had. Hermione looked at Draco and saw that Draco was trying to avoid her eye; his expression was cold and that of approval. She had thought that he was her friend, and perhaps even more… but he betrayed her like the others.
Suddenly there was a thunderous crash downstairs and the sound of voices. Draco quickly shoved her to the wall and cords shot from his wand, tying her to the cold stone. The Death Eaters turned around to the sound of many footsteps coming up the stairs. Three men and two women came swiftly around the corner and then stopped abruptly.
"Where's Hermione??" one guy yelled. "Give her back now or face us!"
Draco smirked and walked to the front of his group, spinning his wand between his fingers idly. "You five against fourteen of us? Do you really think you'll win?"
More footsteps came and seven more men came bolting into the hallway. "That ought to even the odds," said red-haired twins. "Bring it on you punks!"
Spells started flying up and down the long corridor, some narrowly missing Hermione. She looked at the crowd that had just come and saw many people with flaming red hair, including four others. She at once recognized Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who were fighting next to each other. They were coming to her rescue… But why? Are they trying to take me from the Death Eaters and use me for something of their bidding as well?
The group that had come in was slowly advancing as the Death Eaters could not hold them back. Curses and hexes flew back and forth as the wizards and witches dueled. Hermione tried to get loose from the bands that held her, but the more she struggled the more the cords cut into her skin; they were too tight. Abruptly, the cords disappeared and Hermione, being cut off guard, fell forward towards the ground. She braced herself for impact, but it did not come. She opened her eyes and saw that Ron Weasley had caught her, holding her close as he backed behind a suit of armor for cover.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked her quickly before stunning a Death Eater that was close by. She just simply nodded and stayed motionless as Ron still held her tight from danger.
All of a sudden Harry Potter came around behind the armor, holding Hermione's sleeping little sister firmly in his arms. "We've got them both. Let's get out of here. Neville was knocked out, but Bill's got him."
"Right," Ron responded and held up his wand, shooting out blue sparks. The others in their group covered Ron, Hermione, Marianne, and Harry as they made their way back to the stairs. Ron leaped down five stairs at a time as he held Hermione, Harry close behind him. Hermione looked back and saw the other's following them, still shooting spells at the Death Eaters behind their backs. As soon as the group reached outside the Malfoy Manor, they were able to disapparate. The last thing Hermione heard before she was suddenly disappearing from the manor was one of the red-headed twins laughing and saying, "Now that we've rescued the damsel in distress let's eat! Anyone want a cream pastry?? (popping sound) Oh sorry Neville! Forgot these were the Canary Creams…"
The Death Eaters ran outside to find Hermione and the invading group gone. Malfoy walked out as Pansy marched up to him, fuming. "You let this happen!" she shrieked. "You've gotten soft Draco! You practically let that mudblood walk right out of here with hardly any trouble at all!"
Malfoy glared at her and replied coolly, "I was the only one to actually *fully* hit one of them out of this entire pathetic group. The most you all bloody did was graze a couple of them! We will get her back and be able to complete the spell and break the portal open. Don't blame me for your incapability to duel. She found out about our plan by overhearing you talk to yourself you idiot!"
"I never-" Pansy started.
"*Do not* interrupt me. Come, let's plan our next attack." Malfoy turned on his heel and walked back up to the manor. Pansy was right about him turning soft; he *had* let them go. He would not admit that though, because the truth was… he didn't know why he did it. Had Hermione changed something in him? 'No,' he thought bitterly. 'I must be loyal to my father and the Dark Lord. If I bring them back I will be rewarded beyond anything I could have imagined. Yes, I will get that filthy mudblood back and restore the Dark Lord to this world! Nothing will stop me this time…'
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Yay done!! I find Malfoy is getting really hard to write because his feelings are going haywire! Sorry if it is kind of confusing.. I'll try to do better the next time. There shouldn't be too many chapters left... many like 3 or 4... not sure really! We will just have to see won't we!
Again, THANKS SO MUCH to those people who reviewed!! Those are what keep me going man.
P.S. My writing style depends on my mood, so sorry if the style keeps changing on you! I hope it pleases you all the same. And if you have any suggestions to make the story better they would be very much appriciated! Gracias!
-=*TeraRiley*=-