The next afternoon, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and to Harry's and Ron's displeasure, Draco...again, met at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

Hermione took out the Dark Arts potion book and opened it to the Bolyjuice Potion and pushed it towards Harry. "I think Voldemort and another death-eater took this potion. I don't really know why though."

Harry read through the potion before saying anything. "Hermione, this potion is exactly like the Polyjuice Potion. But everything's doubled." Hermione nodded. "You know, come to think of it, my scar didn't hurt as bad as it did in the graveyard or at the Department of Mysteries." He fell silent and stared at his ice cream. Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. Draco looked at all three of them, confused.

"Yes, then we know it couldn't have been Voldemort," said Ron a couple minutes later. Harry looked up.

"Yes, but we don't know where he is," said Harry.

"I thought you said he was at that graveyard," said Draco.

"Yeah, but I don't know where that is," said Harry.

"Oh," said Draco.

Harry walked into a familiar house. He looked in all the doors until he came to a bedroom.

The girl woke up at the sound of the door squeaking. "Voldemort." The girl breathed. Harry knew her. Hermione Granger. She screamed. A high, cold voice empty of any human kindness, came from Harry's own mouth. "Shut up you silly mudblood." Harry saw a long fingered white hand clutching a wand rise on the end of his own arm... "Crucio!"

Hermione let out a scream of pain. Harry laughed. He raised his wand and the cruse lifted. "Tell me where Harry Potter is."

"You'll have to kill me," whispered Hermione.

"I will later," said Harry in the cold, but now bored voice, "but, right now, you'll come with me. You know too much already." Harry made his way toward her, her grabbed her and she screamed. He muttered a spell that knocked her out.

Someone yelled when Voldemort apparated with Hermione's limp body; somebody fell off his bed. Harry hit the ground and awoke, still yelling, his scar of fire, as Hedwig hooted.

He left with a crack in Hermione's house. He ran straight to her room. She wasn't there. There was a sign of a struggle. He apparated to Ron's house. It was 3:00am, but Harry didn't care.

"RON: bellowed Harry.

Ron came opened the door, looking harassed and scared out of his mind. "What's the matter Harry?" He looked at his clock and groaned.

"Hermione! She's gone!" said Harry.

"What?" asked Ron.

"Voldemort took her!" said Harry.

"You dreamt it, didn't you?" asked Ron.

"Yes! I was just at her house, she's gone!" said Harry.

"Did you see where he took her?" asked Ron.

"No, but we need to tell Malfoy," said Harry.

"Why?" asked Ron.

"Because," he took a deep breath, not wanting to say what he was going to say, but he had to, "she loves him and he loves her."

"You're right, come on," said Ron.

"Besides, his father was a death-eater, maybe Malfoy can tell us something," said Harry. Ron nodded and they apparated to Draco's house.

"DRACO!" bellowed Harry and Ron.

There was stomping to the door. The door unlocked and forcefully pulled open. "Potter! Weasley! What the bloodly hell are you doing here at three o' clock in the morning!"

Harry and Ron pushed themselves inside. "Hermione's gone!" said Harry.

Draco rounded on Harry. "What do you mean she's gone!"

"Voldemort kidnapped her!" said Ron. Draco rounded on Ron.

"I saw him. I just went to her house. She's not there!" said Harry. Draco rounded back on him.

"How do you know Voldemort took her?" said Draco, his voice trembling slightly.

"I had a vision, but we're wasting time! Who knows what he can do," said Harry.

"We came to ask you if you know where Voldemort could be hiding," said Ron.

Draco looked at him. "Hiding?" he muttered... Then it clicked. "The Riddle House."

"Where's that?" asked Ron.

"I don't know. I was too young to go to the meetings...thank God," said Draco.

"We'll have to ask the Order," said Harry.

Ron looked at him and pulled him out of earshot of Draco. "Are you crazy?" he asked through clenched teeth. "He can't go there. He's a Malfoy."

"I don't care. Hermione is in trouble. We have to help her no matter what it takes," said Harry.

"Fine. I'll go and see if there's anyone there or up. I'll ask them if it's alright. You'll tell them what happened if it's an ok," sad Ron. Harry nodded. Ron apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry had told the Order about Voldemort the day after he found out.

"Lupin! Moody! Tonks! Someone!" Ron yelled when he stepped into the house. There was no screaming mum this time. It had finally been removed and destroyed. Ron ran up the stairs, still yelling. Lupin came out of his room, clutching his chest.

"What are you yelling about at 3:30 in the morning?" asked Lupin.

"I need to asked you something very important," said Ron.

"What?" asked Lupin.

"Can Harry and I bring Draco Malfoy here?" asked Ron.

"A Malfoy?" asked Moody from behind Ron.

"He's ok. He's going out with Hermione! It's important. We'll explain everything later," said Ron.

"Fine, bring him over," growled Moody. Ron ran outside because you can't apparate or disapparate to and from the house anymore.

Ron apparated with a loud crack near Harry, "Come on, he can come."

"Where and what is this Order?" asked Draco.

"Number 12 Grimmauld Place, we'll explain everything later," said Harry. They all left with a crack.

They ran into the house. Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt were all waiting in the kitchen. They must have been told. Harry ran into the house and stopped. All the memories of Sirius came flooding over him like a movie.

"Harry! Come on!" said Ron.

"Right," said Harry, walking into the kitchen.

"What's up?" asked Tonks. Her hair was long blonde with electric blue tips.

"Hermione's been kidnapped," said Harry.

"By who?" asked Mrs. Weasley, obviously worried.

"Voldemort," said Harry.

"Oh no!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"She's not dead yet," said Harry. "I would know it or not."

"Why is Malfoy here then?" growled Moody.

"Because I know where Voldemort is hiding and I love her," said Draco. Everyone gaped at him.

"Well, where is it boy?" growled Moody.

"The Riddle House. It's just that I don't know how to get there," said Draco.

"I know where that is," said Kingsley Shacklebolt. "I went to it when there was a murder there years ago."

Harry gasped. "I know where that is! I was Voldemort in my dream during the murder. That was before I knew Voldemort could use me! It's-it's the house seen at the graveyard! It has to be!"

"Dumbldore told me how to make a portkey that leads to that graveyard. I know he found out just before he died," growled Moody. He pulled out a long, old belt from his cloak and muttered "Portus". It glowed blue and returned to its original brown color.

Everyone touched a part of the belt. "Ok... one... two... three." The familiar sensation came back to Harry for the third time that month. Under his cloak, hung Godric Gryffindor's sword. Draco's eye caught the gleam of the ruby before they were sent to The Riddle House...

A/N: .Well, heres the 7th chapter! I hope you like it! I can't wait to start the 8th chapter. It's going to be so good! I hope when i'm done, this story will be my best story so far . Please R&R. Holy Moly, the 8th chapter is coming out really good! .