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Voldemort turned around to face the entrance to the arcade. About ten woman and men clad in red showed up and started fighting minor scrimmages with death eaters. The death eaters soon left in a swoosh of cloaks.
Voldemort put his wand right up to Hermione's head and whispered in her ear, "We will meet again Hermione."
His hand pushed on her stomach shoving her towards him. He bent down and bit her. His teeth were like fangs and as he let go he was gone in a swish.
Hermione wanted to blast his ass into a thousand tiny little pieces. Aurors missed him and one let Hermione go from the staying spell. Hermione cursed under her breath. She fervently started clawing at his bite mark wanting it to go away. His spit was smeared all over her neck. She was disgusted with herself and all she really wanted to do was to take a shower right now.
Dumbledore was right behind the Aurors with Mad Eye at his side looking all around with his highlighter dark blue eye. Dumbledore came over to Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder.
He looked right in her eye and said, "Hermione what happened?"
Hermione told her story briefly and the different areas of the mall she went in.
At the end Dumbledore asked, "You didn't tell him anything of the order?" Dumbledore looked worried and frightened more so then happy to see Hermione alive. His eyes were searching hers to make sure.
"Professor I did no such thing." Hermione tried to defend herself and tried to look completely serious.
He grinned instantly and said, "You a mere student, were able to stun Voldemort?"
Hermione grinned widely; "Yeah, but I had surprise on my side."
Mad Eye now entered the conversation. "Yes Hermione, but you survived when many other fully grown wizards would have died." His voice was a gruff chuckle. "And you insulted his right hand Death Eater! How very sly Hermione!"
Dumbledore was only able to laugh at this thought. "Yes, you did very well Hermione."
An Auror from nearby shook his head. Dumbledore heaved a small sigh and said, "Perrin how many dead?" Perrin let out all of his breath and smiled, "Only two. We got lucky thanks to Hermione."
Hermione started worrying about the girl who had been tortured, what had happened to her? "Um… Perrin?"
Perrin turned around and said, "Yes?"
"Did you find a girl hiding in the theater?"
He sighed a little and laughed, "Yes, she nearly choked Moody to death."
Mad Eye grumbled, "Foolish girl, she finally let go though. Don't worry Hermione she's alright, and her memory's been erased."
Hermione was very glad, the girl had lived and the only scratch she had coming out of this was that stupid bite of Voldemort's.
Dumbledore started looking at Hermione's neck, "We'd better take care of that." He put a hand up to Hermione's neck to steady her. Hermione leaned her head to the side and felt a sharp pain. She started whimpering. It felt like a burning sensation on her neck. It was gone in another couple minutes as Dumbledore let his wand up.
Dumbledore said, "There will always be a little scar, but at least you won't have a hicky later."
Hermione's whole mouth dropped open in shock. A hicky? He had some sort of revenge just before he left. Hermione put her hand up to her neck to feel the small little scar that barely poked out.
Dumbledore tisked and said, "Don't touch." Hermione sat put her hand down automatically.
"Hermione for your safety I'm going to ask that you come to Grimmauld Place a week early this summer." Hermione nodded her head politely, knowing that she couldn't go home like she wished she could.
"Professor is Harry there?"
Dumbledore deflated a bit and said, "Yes he's there and reading his school books."
Hermione though usually thrilled when either one of the boys decided to read wasn't so happy now. This was totally unusual for Harry and she knew that books wouldn't help.
Hermione just nodded her head and said, "I need to go home and pack."
Dumbledore said, "That's already been taken care of Hermione. Your parents have been informed and I must impress on you the importance of getting you to Grimmauld place now."
Hermione just nodded her head and said, "I understand."
Hermione wanted so much just to go home and just stay there, but of course Voldemort would want revenge for the embarrassment she had just put him through. Voldemort would be after her blood and she wouldn't be able to defend herself or hide herself then.
Dumbledore looked around and said, "As I assume there are no fireplaces here we'll be using a Portkey."
Dumbledore pulled a small pewter bell out of his pocket, put it on the ground and whispered, "Portus." The small bell glowed a deep blue color.
Hermione and Dumbledore leaned over the small bell, "On the count of three, one, two, three."
Hermione touched the bell and in a swirl of movement she was thrown into Grimmauld place. She landed directly in the kitchen where all the Weasley's and Harry were waiting for her. They were all smiling brightly when she entered including Harry. Ron sniggered a bit and said, "Dad says you told Voldemort off."
Hermione frowned a bit and said, "Very funny Ron."
Mrs. Weasley snapped on Ron, "How dare you! She only just got here! Hello Hermione dear. What would you like to eat?"
Mrs. Weasley just smiled at Hermione and moved towards the stove. Hermione smiled knowing that Mrs. Weasley wouldn't stop until she had something to eat.
"Grilled cheese?" Mrs. Weasley turned on a dime and faced the stove, "Coming right up!" Hermione took Mrs. Weasley's spot at the table and plopped into the chair. Hermione was exhausted and wished she could just go to bed.
Harry smiled weakly at Hermione and Ron was just beaming at her. Ron whispered, "So what happened to make Dumbledore come get you?"
Mrs. Weasley turned and gave Ron a disapproving frown. Ron just started at Hermione trying to ignore his mother, "Soooo what happened?" Ron said impatiently.
Hermione smiled and said, "I was at the movies and Voldemort just sort of showed up. I think he wanted to do some muggle torturing. We ran through the mall and I stunned him twice."
Both boy's mouths fell open at this fact. Harry and Ron badgered Hermione until she gave a play by play of what happened. Hermione was quite sick of it actually; she was just home sick and just wanted to sleep. The dead boys face was still fresh in her memory and having to deal with the fear and frustration of that afternoon wore her out.
Hermione looked at the fresh grilled cheese sandwiches and lunged after them. Hermione practically inhaled her food as she heard the conversation around the table. Ron and Harry of course were talking about Quidditch, Mr. Weasley though was talking about something of much more interesting to Hermione. "Seems that Malfoy is on the move. He moved back into his mansion by the sea. He obviously doesn't want to be caught for anything." Mr. Weasley had a sneaky grin on his face.
"Now Arthur don't go biting off more then you can chew." Stated Ms. Weasley. She looked disapproving and worried all at the same time, only a facial expression learned by Ms. Weasley.
Hermione soon excused herself and shoved herself almost all the way upstairs. Hermione was exhausted and curled up into her bed. She thought of the dead boys face as she floated into an uneasy rest. She imagined Voldemort in a pool drowning her in blood. She could see a plug in the middle of the blood. She tried to reach the plug, but she wasn't able to get to it. His body dissolved and the only thing she could see were his eyes and his voice, "We'll meet again Hermione."
She was awoken by a rude shove and the first thing she grabbed was her wand. She threw a jinx in the direction of the shove and tried to get to her feet. She tripped over the bed covers though and fell straight onto her face.
A small laugh was issued from the room. A few glimmering lights were placed around the room. She saw Professor Snape sneering in the corner and Dumbledore looked grave. His twinkle was completely gone and replaced by it was a bit of a panic.
Dumbledore helped her to her feet and she twirled her way out of the covers. Hermione sat on the bed yawning and said, "Professors why are you waking me so early?" Hermione looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was 2:30 am. Hermione started yawning again hoping it had nothing to do with this afternoon.
Dumbledore sat down next to her and said, "Hermione it's alright, your parents are all right. Please don't be alarmed." Hermione stopped yawning and shut her mouth, she was now alarmed. Dumbledore sort of puffed and said, "Hermione using the phonebook and the relativity of malls in the area Voldemort was able to find your parent's house." Hermione fell of the bed and started shaking. He had come after her family, her parents. She started shaking uncontrollably and crying, "What happened?"
Dumbledore's face fell a little and his eyes became hollow almost. "Voldemort came into the house and terrorized your parents. He wanted to find you, but once he realized you weren't there he just started looking around your room. Your parents telephoned the ministry and told them an evil wizard was holding them hostage. I went over at once. He took some items from your room, your mother saw him take your diary. He took Crookshanks to the front and killed him, and then he hung him to a tree in your front yard. He left a note on Crookshanks."
Dumbledore passed her a piece of paper the size of an index card with the words,
Courtesies of lord voldemort
"He disapperated before I was able to do anything."
"Poor Crookshanks."
Tears started filling Hermione's eyes and she sniffed a bit before looking at Dumbledore with concern. "Where are my parents now?"
"They are in their house, but under Ms. Weasley's protection."
"Ms. Weasley?" Dumbledore smiled, his twinkle back in his eye and said, "Your mother expressed a wish for Ms. Weasley to be there secret keeper. The only people who can enter your house now are you and your parents. They're completely safe, and wish for you not to come to the house. They understand that you have school in almost a week and a half. They said you can send them an owl in the morning however."
Hermione started tapping her foot trying to think. Her parents obviously thought that they were fine and for now that would have to do for Hermione.
Dumbledore said, "I understand you can't sleep now with so much on your mind. Come down stairs with me and have a hot cup of coco."
Hermione followed Dumbledore down the stairs and everything seemed sharp in her mind. Frustration and fear were coursing through her. Her family, her true one weak spot besides her friends. Hermione sat stiffly in the chair in the kitchen as Dumbledore sat down with a steaming mug in front of him.
Snape said coolly, "I'll be leaving Albus."
Dumbledore nodded his head and sat sipping his hot chocolate lightly. "Oh nice and hot." Hermione let her's cool off before sipping any.
"Hermione out of curiosity what was in your journal?" Hermione sat back a little and exhaled so that she could feel her ribs.
She drew in breath and said, "Nothing recent. That journal is so old, it's from before Hogwarts. Mainly what type of job I would have, princess stuff, a little boy stuff, music, ideas for books, power." She took a swig on her hot chocolate and nearly choked when she thought about what she had just said. Her diary was filled with little tantrums about being the boss of all the big bullies at her school, about how everyone made fun of her for being so smart. Little kids stuff now that she did have friends, but Voldemort would see more in it.
Dumbledore sort of smiled and said, "Power?"
"Yeah I always wanted to bully the kids in my school so that they'd leave me alone."
"Ah. I see. What about you're journal now?"
"It's locked in my trunk and no one can get in it except me."
"How come?"
"It recognizes my touch and won't open to anyone else. If you do by some miracle get to open the diary and I didn't open it, the diary self-destructs."
"That is useful."
"Yes it is. I put a number of safeguards on it so that any secrets that might go into the wrong hands would blow up, in case of emergencies."
"Thank you I was worried about what content that diary might contain and secrets about the order."
Hermione understood why he was on this topic all of a sudden it wasn't about a decoy it was about what secrets she just might have told the enemy.
"Seeing as you so safely keep your diaries I'm not worried." Dumbledore grinned at Hermione and swiged down some more coco. Hermione's was cool enough to drink now.
"Professor.."
"Hmm…" Dumbledore mumbled through a mouth of coco.
"Why come after me?"
Dumbledore slightly smiled and said, "Hermione you are not effected by pain as many others are. Voldemort wants to break you and you're one of the few people he hasn't been able to on his first meeting."
Hermione just looked confused at her coco, "Why not then kill my parents if he wants revenge?"
"I don't know Hermione. I honestly don't know."
Dumbledore pondered Hermione's question while sipping coco and let it swirl in his mouth. Hermione sat with Dumbledore for a couple more minutes before she started yawning and Dumbldedore brought his attention back to the present world.
"Off to bed with you now." Hermione left Dumbledore with a good night in the kitchen.
She curled into a ball and thought of her soft bed and knew that her parents were safe, but missed her beloved pet Crookshanks. Hermione was very sad at having to think he was dead. He had been her friend when Ron and Harry had been off doing boy things. Hermione wished she could hear Crookshanks purr and feel his warm fur curl up next to her. Crookshanks was probably trying to protect her parents though and that thought comforted Hermione. She slept with thoughts of Crookshank's rigid body out in her front yard and a part of her was desperately glad it hadn't been her parents.
Well the end to a second chapter! If anyone is reading this tell me what you think! Even if you hate it, tell me that you hate it! Okay well, R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&RR&&R&RR&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&RR&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R! Thanks,Seerofsorrow.