Hello again! Sorry about the wait, I have been attacked by plot bunnies. (Little bunnies that give you ideas for stories.) I now have like four new stories started, so it took a while to get to this one. Anyways, here is chapter seven!
Disclaimer: If you haven't learned by now that I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, you definitely need to go back to preschool.
Chapter Seven: Rescue Mission Gone Wrong
Draco was so worried his hands were shaking. Who knew what Lucius would do to her? Well, he had a pretty good idea, but he refused to think about it.
Dumbledore entered the room with a Portkey in his hands. It was in the shape of a book. When Dumbledore held it out for Draco to touch, he knew it was almost time.
There were still a few seconds left, and Draco took the time to study the Portkey/book. It said Star Wars on the cover, and had a picture of two people battling with sword-like things. He had only a moment to ponder what it meant before a familiar tug pulled him into a whirlwind of blackness.
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Hermione sat chained to a wall in a dark, cold dungeon awaiting her death. Lucius had left her earlier with a promise to be back by nightfall. Hello?! In case he didn't notice, she was in a dungeon. No clock, no window, and no way to tell time.
All of the sudden, gusts of wind started blowing throughout the room. Hermione looked around. Where was it coming from? She gasped as she saw two figures materialize in front of her.
Shit, was her only thought. It was Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort.
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Draco felt himself land on the floor of a dungeon. Looking around, he saw no one else. Where was Dumbledore? Maybe he hadn't come with. No, Draco had seen him holding the Portkey when they left. Something had gone terribly wrong.
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Dumbledore landed on his feet in a room. There were three people already there, who all stared at him in surprise. They were three DeathEaters. Each pulled out his or her wand and pointed it at him.
As great as he was, Dumbledore knew he couldn't take on three DeathEaters at once. Dumbledore sighed and dropped his wand. He knew this had been a bad idea.