a/n: hey you guys, sorry long time no post!!! But here it is, so I hope you like it. Oh yeah, and happy Halloween!!! Tell me what you all dresses up as and leave your name, and I'll put the most interesting costume and your name into a following chapter!!!

Chapter 8: memories of his father

Hermione fell into a light sleep as the rest of the boys talked. Gradually the boys voices blended together and she fell into another memory.

She was laying in her mothers stiff arms, crying. The black cloaked people rushed forward laughing maliciously, trying to get to her.

"NOOOO!!!!" Hermione screamed, in both the memory and in the real world. Draco, Harry and the twins rushed to her side.

Draco leaned into shake her awake, but George stopped him. "She's going to remember anyway, mate. Let her go." Draco nodded and looked helplessly down at the girl.

Hermione screamed for her father. He didn't come.

"He's dead, little one." A woman's voice answered, "I killed him myself." She laughed her cloaked swishing merrily.

Hermione screamed again, and suddenly a bright light began to emanate from her, sending the closest death eaters slamming against the walls, as though an invisible hand had thrown them.

Hermione kept her kidnappers away, the bright light helping her, soothing her. she glared angrily at the cloaked woman who had killed her father, and a flash of light lashed out, and the woman collapsed to the ground, dead.

Suddenly another figure stepped through the door. Someone Hermione recognized. Her mothers best friend's husband.

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco visibly paled as Hermione called out his father's name. Harry half-glanced at him. He looked like he was about to throw up. "I'll kill him," he heard Draco muttering, his eyes on Hermione.

"Mr. Malfoy, they killed mummy and daddy! They gonna take me away!! I don't wanna go! Help me!!"

Hermione stared at Lucius, who stare, back, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Its okay, Hermione." Lucius said, coming to stand just outside the lights radius. "Just calm down. I'll take care of you. But I cant get to you until you stop your power. The light wont let me any closer. What is it anyway, darling?"

"My friends."

"Ahhh, I'll have to talk to someone about that. I don't want that to ruin our plans. Dear, if you come with me, I'll make sure you're a princess. You'll have be-uti-ful dresses, and you even can have a prince. And you'll leave in a big castle, and have lots of toys and candy. Is that what you want??"

Hermione smiled a little. "What about mummy and daddy?" She asked hesitantly.

"They'll be there too. You just have to wait a while. And then they'll come. And then they can be a prince and princess too. Just like you'll be."

Hermione looked at him thinking. "You promise mum and dad will come? That lady said they was dead."

He laughed. "That lady doesn't know anything. I promise you'll be with them."

"Ohhhkayyy...." Hermione said, "I'll come be a princess. Do I get my own pony?"

Lucius came closer, as the light diminished, and picked the girl up. "of course," he answered, a sneer on his face, hidden by Hermione's hair. "You can have what ever you want."

Harry, Fred and George glanced at each other, then at Draco. They had heard everything Hermione had said and were able to piece it all together. Draco's father had fed her lies so she would come with him.

Draco stood with his fists clenched and tears streaming down his face. "That bloody bastard... I'll kill him... How dare he... She was only a little girl." he stared down at Hermione.

Lucius led her down the dark hall and back up to what was left of the ground level. Everything was blown to bits. Her father was laying spread eagle by the remnants of the front doors. Blood was pooled around him and his face had been smashed in. Around him lay the house elves, all dead. Except one. The one who had told them of the intruders.

"Give her back," he whizzed, one of his legs gone, and blood running down from a head wound. "She is ours. Not the Dark Lord's."

Lucius laughed at it, twirling his wand in one hand. "She is not yours, you scum. She is the dark lords. The dark lord can take as he pleases." Then he killed him.

Hermione screamed in horror.

"You're a bad person!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!"

a few minutes latter, Draco heard her whisper, "I wont tell anyone my real name, I promise mum."

Draco growled and turned away. "I'll kill him. He'll pay." he went to grab his cloak, but the twins grabbed his arms.

"As much as i want to go with you and help, Draco, we can't. Hermione needs us. You love her right?" Harry asked, standing in front of him.

"Since first year."

"So, you just got her, and she you. Killing your father will put you in Azkaban, and away from Hermione once again. You can't help her from there. You can help her here though." harry laid his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Stay here mate. We'll take care of your father latter."

Draco bit his lip and nodded. "She'll hate me for what my father did."

"No, she won't. she's my best friend, remember? I can gaurentee she wont."

Draco nodded once more, and the twins let go of him. Harry led the group back to the chairs by the fire, and they sat quietly, all emersed in their own thoughts, untill Dumbledore arrived back from the Burrow.

A/n: remember about the costumes!!!! R&R!!! you all know i love you!!