Almadynis:sleeping on bed, clothes on, pencil behind one ear, snoring and drooling

Astrid:softly well, sorry about the wait. Had to hit her over the head with different ideas...check out her Eye of the World fanfiction. It took a while. Well, she still doesn't own Harry Potter or the Carpathians. Anyway, on to the fic! yells the last part

Almadynis:rolls over, still asleep

Dark Norse

Chapter 7

Harry and Ron slowly woke up to the trick, trick, trock of water hitting a puddle of water in a cavernous room. Like, a cave? A CAVE? Harry shot up from where he was lying on solid rock, in pitch darkness. Harry shook Ron awake. Ron shot up( Harry could feel the wind move) and hit his head. "Ouch!"

"I would not speak if I were you. We have no idea where we are." Dark Harry said. Ron couldn't see Harry in the light, but his voice had changed. It was deeper.

A creak was heard in the echoing stillness. Almost like death. A shuffling. Ron tugged around, looking for something. "Lumos." A ball of light erupted from the end of Ron's wand. Then, after looking around him, groaned. "Harry, are you seeing what I am?"

"Yeah, Ron. I see them." And it was a them. Mummies (or what looking like them) were slowly shuffling toward them. An underground cavern with only two exits and at least twenty mummies. Complete with indoor running water. Dark Harry almost laughed at the very dry humor. Almost. "Well, you take the right, I'll take the left."

"Okay." Both had their wands out, grinning like idiots. Both had wanted to beat someone to mush for three months, now they got their chance. With more to come!

"Stupify!"

"Imperious!"

"Good one! Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Nice! Avada Kedavra!"

"Harry! How…Lingium!"

The boys looked around at the very dead (again) mummies. Most were either in separate pieces or hanging on the walls by their rangs (not that they were really there after that). "Exit?"

"Exit."

Harry started across the floor in the direction toward the left cave-way, Ron right on his heels.

ooooOOoooo

"Waiwaiwai…wait! Are you telling me that you are going to go into the future to tell this Harry and Ron to come and get Hermione?" Raven's voice dripped with the audacity that her lifemate could not do it by himself. "Even though there are only two males left? And me all alone?"

"Excuse you, I could do it by myself. And I am sorry for your loss. I have never before encountered such as that." Sigurd said from his postion on the couch.

Gregori continued to explain the process to his leader's lifemate as though he had not heard the millenia ancient. "No, Raven. Since we live forever, I will take it upon myself to go to Harry and Ron in about one hundred years. Though I am not for certain."

"So what are you going to do until then?"

"I am going to go get back our little human, by the time I get back, the boys should be here."

"I am going with you." Two voices chimed simultaneously. Both Sigurd and Mikhail had volunteered for the rescue mission.

"So be it." A wind rose in the little room. Almost as if that statement had changed the course of time itself. All the Carpathians shivered in apprehension.

ooooOOoooo

Hermione lay on rock. She knew that much. Not enough. She carfully opened her eyes. It didn't help. Wherever she was had zero light. As in none, zipidedooda. Even lying in your bed at night you had lights from out the window to see by. No light was anywhere. Then it was.

"Well, my dear. You are awake. Don't worry, I will not hurt you. At least not that you wouldn't survive." The male that had spoken was against the wall opposite her. He was a dark tannish color with black hair and blue sapphires for eyes. Unfortuantly, he looked about as compassionate as his rocks-for-eyes.

"You kidnapped me. Why?" She would have expected it out of almost any wizard or witch…but this guy? Who was he? Why? "Who are you?"

"SILENCE!" He barked. The sound echoed into the still aftermath. Hermione had shrunk away from the figure. He scared her. As nothing else ever had. Even Voldemort had not frightened her this much.

"My name is Alanis, and the reason for my kidnapping you is that you can restore my soul. Good thing to have, a soul." The man was crazy! No one could loose their soul! It was impossible! But, had better be cautious with this man. In her mind Hermione barely got the word out, so much was her hatred for the being in front of her.