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Immortal One: Chapter 3

--Hermione's POV—

Hermione woke up from the most comfortable sleep she's ever had. She stretched and drowsily opened her eyes. They soon darted open and she threw the blanket off of herself.

"Where the hell am I?" She screamed.

She tried to get out of the bed, but her legs wear tangled in a sea of black satin. After she wrestled the blankets off of her legs, she crawled out of the huge bed.

Hermione quickly realized she was only in her undergarments when the cold air consumed her body.

She walked over to a wardrobe and opened it. Everything was black.

"Hmm…Maybe this person likes black," She said sarcastically to herself, giggling.

"Yes, the young master does indeed like the colour black." Said an old man, dressed in an old fashioned tuxedo.

Hermione spun around, covering herself with her hands.

"I didn't mean to frighten you madam." He bowed. "The master requested this gown for you. I asked if I could bring it to."

"Er…thank you." Hermione walked over to the man.

"Sorry, I'm not as dressed up as you are." She said, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's quite alright, madam." He said, obviously not getting the joke.

"Thank you, sir." She grabbed the white box from his hands.

He turned around to walk out and Hermione stopped him.

"My name's Hermione, by the way." She smiled at him.

He smiled back at her. "I'm Henry Kensington the third."

"Pleased to meet you." She shook his white gloved hand.

He kissed her hand. "Please to meet you miss Hermione." He walked out of the room.

She shut the door behind him and walked over the bed with the box.

She studied the white box with the black satin bow before carefully removing the bow.

She lifted the top of the box and pulled out a gorgeous black gown.

She cold was getting to her so she slipped on the dress.

It was a form-fitting corset style-top part that laced up and had tiny straps. And the bottom part started at her waistline. The soft material fell past her feet, with a long, beautiful train in the back.

She took the clip out of her hair and let her hair fall all the way down her back. She hadn't cut her hair since third year at Hogwarts. She clipped the clip on the top edge of her dress.

Hermione searched around for a mirror and couldn't find one anywhere.

'It's so cold and dark in here.' She thought, walking towards one of the windows.

There were black panels over the windows. She pulled on the panel and it popped off to reveal a beautiful, sunny day. And then she saw the bars on the window.

Then the question flooded back to her head.

"Where the hell am I?" She screamed again.

She ran towards the door and threw it open to reveal a huge mansion that was just as dark and cold as the room was. Hermione shivered.

In front of her was a beautiful, carpeted grand staircase. She walked down the staircase and to the right. Her eyes followed the red carpet to a door that Henry came out of.

"Miss Hermione. Lovely to see you again. Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh yes. I was looking for the kitchen. I'm a bit hungry." She smiled.

"Splendid. The kitchen is just down the carpet into those doors. Help yourself, madam." He bowed again and walked past her and past the staircase.

"Thank you," she shouted after him.

He looked behind himself, suspiciously. She knew something was up.

Hermione watched him walk into a dark hallway and turn left at the end, so she followed behind him and watched him reach the end of another hall and turn right. She followed him again. Close behind him, Hermione watched him walk right again and then a sharp left. She watched him pull a cheap-looking rug back over a trap door and she gasped.

Henry heard the gasp and he turned around, but Hermione quickly ran into the nearest door. Henry thought he was just getting old and finished fixing the rug. He was about to follow the dark hall back out and stopped in front of the door Hermione was in.

She was sure not to make any loud noises and breathed as quiet as she could, as she felt something crawling on her.

She froze and had an internal panic attack as Henry began moving again an left the hallway

Hermione heard him leave and began sweeping her arms, hair and body crazily, for anything that may be on her. She quickly ran out of the door and accidentally slammed it.

She walked around the corner, grabbed the rug and pulled it away.

"Why did Harry have to go and make me so curious? It's going to get me killed." She whispered to herself.

She lifted open the wooden door, as quietly as she could and felt around for stairs. As soon as she felt some she stepped inside and the door magically closed behind her.

Her eyes widened and her heart started racing, but she kept going down the steps.

Hermione's feet finally touched the ground and she turned around. She quickly realized she couldn't see. There was no light at all.

'Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. Thanks a lot Harry.' She thought

She climbed back up the stairs and tried to push the door back open, but it wouldn't open.

"Oh no. It must've locked behind me. Bloody hell." She said, suddenly feeling like the walls were closing in on her.

She shakily climbed back down the stairs and stood at the bottom, trying to regain her composure.

"Okay, Hermione. Stay calm. You've only been afraid of the dark since you were born." She whispered to herself.

She shakily turned around and the only thing she saw was a pair of piercing, silver eyes.

I finally updated you guys! Yay! Happy Independence Day!

Shannon: yeah, I didn't realize the mirror thing and now I feel like an idiot! Haha! Well, let's just pretend that since Draco is still a wizard, he wants to see his hottie-self…so he made it so he can see himself in the mirror! loll.

Soul-Dead-Dragon: Man! I forgot about the wand again! Sorry. Maybe next chapter! Loll.

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Love, Anastaja