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Chapter 23
My Fault
Sit down," the Professor screamed.
It was just like ever other Defense Against the Dark Arts class; Professor Dulude sat at his desk, screaming at students who did absolutely nothing.
"Um…Ms. Granger, have you talked to Professor Dumbledore about our mission?" Professor Dulude asked, announcing this to the whole class.
"A mission…you…Dulude," Malfoy laughed, while the whole class chimed in.
"Uh…no…" Hermione answered, blushing yet dumbfounded.
"Well, go see Professor Dumbledore then.
Harry and Ron sent Hermione a questioning look. They cold tell she had no idea.
"Professor, you needed to talk to me?" Hermione asked Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes, Hermione. I needed to know if you would like to fulfill your duty and go on your first mission."
"What kind of mission?" Hermione asked knowing it would be dangerous."
"Well, you would be going to a death eater's house, and Voldemort's last hide away, to investigate them."
"But isn't that a little too risky?"
"Yes, it is very risky. But we need to find out if Voldemort knows about the prophecy and where they are planned to attack next."
"Will I be alone?"
"No, of course not. Professor Dulude and Lupin will accompany you."
"Professor, since when is Professor Dulude in the order?" Hermione asked, for once calling Dulude a Professor.
"Well, he claims he knows a lot about Voldemort. He begged me so I decided to let him in, knowing he couldn't hurt."
"Who decided he would go on this mission?"
"I had to let him go, no one else volunteered. Hagrid wanting to go, but it would have been to suspious with both you and him gone. Lucious would have known something was up."
"I'll do it, I guess, anything for Harry. But I have one big question, what am I going to tell him and Ron?"
"I've actually thought about this. Tell them because of your grades, I have asked you to take a tour of the ministry, exploring different jobs."
"That's sounds reasonable. When do we leave?"
"I'm going to give you an hour to talk to Harry and Ron, and do what ever you need to do to get ready."
"Alright, see you in an hour Professor."
Hermione left Dulude's office, checked the time and went back to class. She was still in Defense against the Dark Arts, so it would be easy to get away from the class to talk to Harry and Ron.
"Professor Dulude, I need to talk to Harry and Ron," Hermione told him, not really asking. Harry and Ron got up, and stepped out of the class, followed by Hermione.
"What's going on," Harry asked her, worried, of course.
"Yeah, what kind of mission do you have to go on with Dulude?"
"It's not really a mission, Hermione answered. "I'm going to check out some jobs."
"Where, exactly are these jobs you are going to?" Ron asked, trying to get some background information.
"The Ministry of Magic, I'll be there for two days." She responded.
Harry, just stood there, deep in thought, he seemed to be very confused. Hermione turned to leave, but Harry called her back. "No, wait, you can't go."
"And why not?" she asked, seeing no reason to be held back.
"Because…Because of Viktor"
Hermione stood there speechless. How come she had not thought of that? She knew Harry and Ron would be worried about her if she even came ten feet away from Viktor. She had to come up with a lie, fast.
"I talked to Professor Dumbledore about it. Viktor's not working this week, he's probably still in the hospital from his last encounter with Grawp and the Centaurs." Each of them laughed. "Well, I guess I'll see you in two days"
Ron said good bye to Hermione, and Harry hugged her, which she thought was a little awkward. She decided to head off to Professor Dumbledore's office, since she knew she had nothing to prepare.
"Back so soon?" Dumbledore asked her as she came into the office, knowing the password. Unlike the other countless occasion's, there was someone else in his office, Professor Dulude.
"Now all were waiting for is Remus," He said.
"Within minutes, Lupin arrived by portkey, so he wouldn't be tracked. They all exciting the school, and walked over to a small, red car parked outside.
"Why are we taking a car?" Hermione asked her old Professor.
"Well, we can't take flew powder because it's being monitored. Driving is the safest way, so we won't look so suspious and incase someone is inside the house."
The car ride was really quite and boring. Professor Dulude seemed to have nothing in common with the two, and Hermione and Lupin really didn't like him.
"First stop, Bellatrix Lestrange's house," Lupin said as they drove up. Before exiting, Professor Dulude got out of the car, and checked around the house and threw a window, making sure the coast was clear. He signaled for them to get out, and then did. Lupin put a hand in his pocket, and pulled out a knife like object that Hermione had saw Harry use last year at the Ministry of Magic. He slid it between the door and its frame, and it the stood ajar. Professor Dulude walked in first, followed by Lupin, then Hermione.
"Hermione, you can go look in the bedroom," he told her.
"What exactly are we looking for," She asked, still quite unsure.
"Anything that seems odd, or mentions Voldemort or Harry."
Hermione left the room and strolled through the house, trying to find the bedroom. Finally she found it. She started looking in some drawers, nothing. Then she checked under the bed, still nothing.
Knock, Knock
Hermione jumped. She peered over to the window, and noticed a grayish owl tapping his peak against it. She opened the window, not wanting to leave the creature outside. She went back to investigating the room. Within minute, curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the letter.
Bellatrix,
We need to talk about our next meeting. We are all going to meet at seven o'clock, you know where. But I have to ask you your opinion, who do you think we should do first, Potter or Granger. I think if we do Potter first, it will be easily to be slip up.
Lucious
Hermione read the note over and over. Why was Lucious being so vague? Then she remembered the ministry still was intercepting almost all letters. The letter didn't really scary her, she knew this was exactly what she was looking for, and it would help them.
"Professor Lupin" Hermione called staying in her position.
Hogwarts (2nd day)
"Classes suck without Hermione," Ron commented.
"Yeah, I know," Harry said truthfully.
"We can't copy off her."
"That's not all she's good for."
"Oh yeah, she's good when we need to study," Ron said jokingly. Harry had a slight laugh, finished his homework and then went off to bed.
Voldemort was sitting at a table, death eaters all around him. They looked as though they had been deep in conversation, and talking about this for hours. He could not tell exactly who each one was, or what expression was on there faces, but he knew it had to be them. Harry felt a pierce in his scar, but wondered what was going on.
"I still can believe Potter, he is so stupid."
"Yeah, I know. He says he cares about all these people, but he must no."
"But he keeps hurting them.
"Especially hat mudblood."
"Yeah, he claims he loves her, but he's the one who put that scar upon her."
"Yeah, if it wasn't for him we would have never hurt granger. It was just like he tied her up in that chair. He's the one who put the knife up to her. He did it all."
"It's the same with Sirus. If he didn't lead them to the Ministry, he would still be alive."
"And Cedric. If he didn't decide to share the trophy with him, Cedric would still be alive."
"He did everything. He could them all. He's almost as bad as Voldemort."
Harry jumped up, and sat up in his bed. He noticed he was covered in sweat. Shaking, he talked to himself.
"It's all my fault."
A/N- Next…. Okay, well the next chapter, you guys might all not like. I'm hoping you guys have figure out Hermione, since she basically said it out in this chapter. Well, Review please. You know it's good when you put a smile on someone's face.
