The Truth about Kings and Pawns
Chapter 1: A cry for help
Hermione woke at midnight to a tapping on her window. Opening her eyes with a few rubs of her fist, she focused on the window.
It was raining outside, and what was tapping was hidden by the darkness.
"Bloody," Hermione cursed tossing her sheets off her bed. She stood up and walked to the window.
A strike of lighting gave the raven a distinct form, as well as the letter it was carrying.
"Who would owl me at this time of night?" she muttered opening the glass panel.
The bird swooped in, and ruffed its feathers, drying them the best it could. Hermione kneeled next to the bird and took the envelope.
"They had enough sense to cast a repelling charm." She sighed.
Opening the letter, she read the signature, and was confused.
"Granger,
Help me, please.
D.M."
The parchment was from a stationary set, and on the top was the symbol of a crown with a dragon flying out from it.
"Malfoy?" she whispered.
The stuck up prat, King of Slytherin, also known as Draco Malfoy, never asked for help, let alone from a Gryffindor, let alone from a Mudblood.
Something was wrong.
She grabbed one over her black robes, and raced down the steps of number 12 Grimwald place, to where she knew Professor Snape slept during the breaks.
Malfoy was after all, in his house.
Once she reached the closest room to the basement, she was horrified to see the door open, and the room empty.
Nothing gave away the fact that someone lived there, so like a spy.
"Damn!" she hissed quietly, not wanting to wake the entire household.
It would take to long to repeat the information to more than one person at a time, Snape had been a logical starting point, but he wasn't there.
She thought for a second, then raced to the fire place. The bottle holding the floo powder was right on top behind a portrait of a flower, where it was hidden at all times.
She took a pinch and tossed it onto the barren stone, causing it to erupt in emerald flames.
"Professor Dumbledore." She said clearly.
The flames faded.
No response.
He was either not near a fireplace, or not available.
She tried again, producing the same results.
"Damn!" she cursed again. "Damn damn damn!" she stomped her foot, and with a second thought reached into her pocket, pulling out the letter.
"How am I supposed to help you?" she asked, eyeing the initials, her fingers brushed the signet at the top of the letter, causing it to start to glow.
She felt a strong pull at her finger tip while she was dragged into darkness.
Chapter 1: A cry for help
Hermione woke at midnight to a tapping on her window. Opening her eyes with a few rubs of her fist, she focused on the window.
It was raining outside, and what was tapping was hidden by the darkness.
"Bloody," Hermione cursed tossing her sheets off her bed. She stood up and walked to the window.
A strike of lighting gave the raven a distinct form, as well as the letter it was carrying.
"Who would owl me at this time of night?" she muttered opening the glass panel.
The bird swooped in, and ruffed its feathers, drying them the best it could. Hermione kneeled next to the bird and took the envelope.
"They had enough sense to cast a repelling charm." She sighed.
Opening the letter, she read the signature, and was confused.
"Granger,
Help me, please.
D.M."
The parchment was from a stationary set, and on the top was the symbol of a crown with a dragon flying out from it.
"Malfoy?" she whispered.
The stuck up prat, King of Slytherin, also known as Draco Malfoy, never asked for help, let alone from a Gryffindor, let alone from a Mudblood.
Something was wrong.
She grabbed one over her black robes, and raced down the steps of number 12 Grimwald place, to where she knew Professor Snape slept during the breaks.
Malfoy was after all, in his house.
Once she reached the closest room to the basement, she was horrified to see the door open, and the room empty.
Nothing gave away the fact that someone lived there, so like a spy.
"Damn!" she hissed quietly, not wanting to wake the entire household.
It would take to long to repeat the information to more than one person at a time, Snape had been a logical starting point, but he wasn't there.
She thought for a second, then raced to the fire place. The bottle holding the floo powder was right on top behind a portrait of a flower, where it was hidden at all times.
She took a pinch and tossed it onto the barren stone, causing it to erupt in emerald flames.
"Professor Dumbledore." She said clearly.
The flames faded.
No response.
He was either not near a fireplace, or not available.
She tried again, producing the same results.
"Damn!" she cursed again. "Damn damn damn!" she stomped her foot, and with a second thought reached into her pocket, pulling out the letter.
"How am I supposed to help you?" she asked, eyeing the initials, her fingers brushed the signet at the top of the letter, causing it to start to glow.
She felt a strong pull at her finger tip while she was dragged into darkness.