A/N: Hey everybody! Well for those of you who wanted to RP my guild leader and alpha is Kristy! She replied and I will be changing the details about their wolves in the later chappies! FORGIVE ME!!! bows down…I am not laudable (worthy for those of you who don't know what that means!) Anyway I hope you guys like this! I would like to ask that those of you who are sending me e-mails about how sucky my other sn was PLEASE STOP! My e-mail inbox is NOT for your complaints! If you do not like the story or my sn then STOP READING IT! Geez! Don't you people understand anything? It's that simple! Okay so I think all the issues have been taken care of. But if you would like to talk to me about RP'ing then click the 'e-mail' button on my info thing and ask me! I won't bite!
Chapter Ten: Voldemort and the Traitor
"LET US OUT OF HERE!!" Kyle yelled, he had once again resumed his attempts to get free.
"Come on Kyle. He'll never come down to let us out until it fits his plan." Jessie explained.
"Oh come now Mrs. Granger…you don't expect me to leave my guests of honor down in this dump now do you?"
Jessie shuddered at the sound of the voice. It was so different from a normal human's voice. It sounded so snakelike; it shook her down to her very soul.
She turned to see exactly what she had pictured in her dreams. A horribly thin, pale man stood before her and Kyle in robes that were at least two sizes to large. His nose was slit like a snake's and his eyes were crimson like burning coals in their sockets.
"Voldemort…" she said, her voice full of shock.
"You are a smart one aren't you?" he continued in a drawling tone, "Must be where your daughter gets it."
"Don't insult her! You're a horrid man and yet you stand here and insult someone you don't even know!" Kyle yelled.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort bellowed, "I know full well who I am insulting. I am the ultimate power! I see all and I know all! You are a mere Muggle and if not for your purpose in my plan I would have killed you already! Now then, follow me and I will show you exactly what I have planned for you and your little girl."
Voldemort then left with a swish of his cloak. Not wanting to be hurt, Kyle and Jessie followed carefully. The hallways were just as dark and dank as their cell had been. Every so often there would be a torch on the wall to light the passage a bit, but it wasn't very helpful. Sharp right and sharp left turns filled the passage and they began to wonder if they would ever reach their destination. It was obvious that he had built the prison chambers to keep them in forever. Kyle attempted to remember all the turns but they had turned so many times that it was almost impossible.
"We are here." Voldemort announced, his voice holding a slight bit of pride.
The room was brightly lit with many torches and orbs of glowing light. Though it was dank it looked amazing. The walls had different tapestries hanging every few feet and the statues were incredibly detailed. For being on the run so much he seemed to be very stationary here.
"It is wonderful isn't it?" he asked, "Now then! Down to business!"
"What exactly do you mean?" Jessie asked.
A light orb descended from the highest part of the room and into Voldemort's' hands. Jessie and Kyle stared as the orb rapidly changed colors. Suddenly it illuminated the entire room, and then faded to reveal Hermione and the others sleeping soundly around the now dying campfire. Jessie gasped and held back a sob.
"As you can see, I am able to know when they plan to do anything by using this. A simple tracking device for…Death Eaters." He explained.
"None of them are Death Eaters!" Kyle exclaimed.
"Ah, it seems you do not know everything that you thought you knew. For there is a Death Eater among them. Though he has not been loyal, he will prove to be the one who leads to the death of you daughter and her pathetic friends."
"NO! You don't know what you're talking about."
"Hold your tongue woman. Do you not see the Death Eater among them? I thought he would be obvious but I guess I was wrong." He said with a laugh.
Jessie flinched at the laugh; it was so full of malice and hatred. Obviously he took his work seriously. She still did not understand about the Death Eater though. None of them could possibly be a Death Eater, could they? She watched as Voldemort pulled out a long thin finger and placed it on the mark he had burned into his arms as well.
Back at the Camp
With a rather loud yawn Hermione heaved herself up out of the sleeping bag. She looked around to see that everyone was already up and sitting close to the fire to keep warm.
"Why didn't any of you wake me up?" she questioned sleepily.
"You had to work the hardest of us all. We figured that you deserved a bit of extra rest." Ashley replied.
Hermione shrugged before joining the others. Someone had placed a lighting spell to keep more than just the area around the fire lit, she noted. Draco caught her eye and smiled. She returned the smile before noting a look of intense pain on his face.
"What's wrong?" She whispered.
"N-nothing. My arm just hurts a bit that's all." He said, rubbing his arm lightly.
Still slightly suspicious she turned back to the others and gratefully devoured the food Remus offered her. Though they had only been in the cold a short while it seemed to be taking its toll on the group, Molly the most. She was horribly pale and was always shivering. Amazingly, she kept up the mother routine and always looked happy. Maybe she just wasn't used to the cold quite yet. Hermione finished rather quickly and turned back to Draco.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" she asked.
"What do you think you're doing now, Hermione?" he replied.
"You know what I mean Draco!"
With a shrug Draco rose from his spot and followed Hermione. She led him to the same spot that Katherine and Ashley had before motioning for him to sit down.
"So, what's really hurting you?" she asked.
"What on earth are you talking about? I'm not hurt!" Draco exclaimed.
Hermione wanted so badly to threaten him but she knew he wouldn't give in. Instead she quickly formed a plan that no guy could resist. She pulled herself up and approached him rather slowly with a feral grin. She saw him becoming a bit edgy and it told her that this would be much easier than she had thought.
Draco squirmed nervously under her gaze. She was up to something but he was too…well he just couldn't really take his eyes off her.
"You know, Draco, I've always thought you were the kind of guy who was soft and sweet on the inside..." she said, her voice so low that he could barely hear her.
"I-I-I…" Draco stammered, he saw a sparkle in her eyes and suddenly couldn't find his words.
Hermione was now directly in front of him. She reached her hand up to touch his cheek and practically melted him with her touch.
"H-Hermione…maybe we um…"
"Shh…" she whispered as she set herself on his lap.
Her eyes met with his for a moment and he mouthed meaningless words. Suddenly Hermione broke eye contact and pulled the sleeve on his shirt up. The Dark Mark shone clear even in the darkness. She looked back up at him and fear shone back at her through his stormy grey eyes.
Draco saw her expression and his head drooped in shame. He felt a small hand on his chin and realized that Hermione was trying to get him to look up at her.
"You must hate me…" he whispered, his voice was beginning to crack.
"No, no of course not Draco. I bet you didn't want it, your father forced you didn't he?" she whispered soothingly, her voice like a mother's when speaking to a child who had just broken a law.
Silence was her reply. It seemed as if neither one was even breathing.
"Draco, why?"
"Hermione…I can't answer that. Telling you why would in turn hurt both of us. Please don't tell the others…"
"Of course not." She said with a slight smile.
A mischievous grin came across his face as he continued to look at her.
"Now, I believe we were in the middle of something?" he said haughtily.
She laughed warmly before standing back up. The shocked and disappointed look on his face made her laugh even more.
"Don't even think about it my dear friend; I'm not one to go giving out goodies." She laughed.
With the Wolves
"Kalina, the humans brought bears. This is madness!" Ceros yelled, his crimson orbs shining in rage.
"Hush Ceros. Don't start anything." Blaze said.
The brute became silent at her command, though his tassle was still twitching in fury.
"He is right though, is he not?" said Fell.
Kalina remained silent for a moment, thinking her reply through thoroughly.
"Ceros is right…" she watched as a smile came over his features before finishing, "…and he is wrong. The humans have asked us for our assistance and we have agreed. The fact that they have also asked for the assistance of the bear clan has nothing to do with our decision. We will fight and hold up our reputation and protect the girl."
"But she's a half-breed." Ceros stated maliciously.
"Ceros!" Blaze interjected, "That term is not to be used. Even if their blood is only part wolf they are still our kind. We are all one." She stated.
"Blaze holds wisdom beyond her years, Ceros." Shadow said, "A wolf is always a wolf. Our brethren will always be there for us, as we must be there for them."
"And what of the phoenixes? How are they to help?" Whitestorm questioned.
"The phoenix has been around much longer than our kind. They possess powers beyond our wildest imagination." Miroku stated.
The pack suddenly broke into chatter about powers. What sort of powers could an old species possibly possess that a wolf didn't?
A/N: My sincerest apologies for the huge wait. I've been incredibly busy with school work but I swear on my purple hippo boxers that I'll finish…I heart them. I hope you can forgive me and to everyone who has me on their author alert list, I request that you review…because I'd love you forever…
