Rain

By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: For the last time, I own absolutely nothing!

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed. This chapter is going to cause a big impact on the story and is a decent length. Please enjoy!

CAUTION: Proceed with caution. This chapter and the rest of the story will contain HBP spoilers. You have been warned and I will not feel bad if you are mad that this story is containing spoilers.

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CareBearErin: Thanks. I thought he was evil since book one. But that's just me. You'll see. Things are going to change in this chapter. I love the locket idea. Who knows? You may be right. Imagine, a horcrux among his own possessions! That's awesome. Hopefully Mundungus hasn't stolen it.

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I'm not going to bother to tell you about the names in bold.

Ship: Blaise/Hermione

Genre: Drama/Romance

Chapter Eighteen: Where Loyalty Lies

Jorge

He leaned back in his armchair, massaging his temples, eyes closed, attempting to relax…

"Master? Letter for you," said a squeaky voice at his side. Jorge looked down into the big brown eyes of Kinsey.

"Oh," Jorge sighed, taking the envelope from Kinsey. "Fetch me a cup of tea."

Kinsey nodded, bowed, and then left the room. Jorge stared at the envelope. It was black, with his address written in white. He opened it quickly, knowing immediately whom it was from.

You will dispose of the unwilling person if he refuses yet again.

Jorge sighed. Things would never work the way he hoped.

Now he had to kill his heir.

Blaise

A knock sounded at the door. Blaise looked up from his journal. Tucking it inside his bedside table, he stood up and walked to the door, opening it with wand in hand.

After all, who knew who was at the door?

"Hello, Mr. Zabini," replied McGonagall from the doorway. Blaise jumped back. He was thankful that he was the only one in his dorm.

"Uh, Professor, nice to see you… What is going on?" Blaise asked wearily. Hermione was mad at him, his father wanted to kill the love of his life, and possibly even him, so he needed to have some peace.

McGonagall sighed. "Ms. Granger appeared this morning at the Hospital Wing. She was in shock. Apparently, your father was ordered to kill her, and maybe even you. So, we have decided the only way to keep you safe is to put you in a special dorm. Ms. Granger will tell you the rest. This will be temporary, however; when Dumbledore arrives back here from the ministry, he will speak with you both and figure out what is necessary. Now, pack up."

Blaise gave her an odd look. He was full of confusion. What the heck was he supposed to do? But her last words were the only thing he really heard, so he obliged.

"Now, we are ready. Follow me, Mr. Zabini. And hurry up!" McGonagall left the room without another word. Blaise heaved his trunk, failed to lift it, so decided to simply levitate it. After using the charm, he realized McGonagall had already left, so he had to run to catch up with her.

She was already out of the Slytherin Dungeons. Blaise caught up with her at the top of the stairs.

"Professor?" he asked, giving her an odd look. McGonagall was standing rigidly, her eyes clouded over. She collapsed, and Blaise realized she'd been stunned. "W-what? Who! Father!"

Jorge Zabini stood in the hallway, wand in hand, black robes flowing haphazardly, his death eater mask in his hand. He stuck it to his face as he faced his son. Blaise's wand discontinued the levitation charm and his trunk landed behind him on its side. It opened and a pair of socks along with a few books tumbled out onto the stairs.

"Blaise, I am asking you to not refuse the Dark Lord!" Jorge whispered behind his mask.

"Never! I will never serve for Voldemort!" Blaise yelled, ripping his wand out.

"Then you shall die," Jorge answered him, his voice cracking. Blaise jumped back. He knew he would die.

Hermione

The school was deathly quiet. Hermione felt as though something was extremely wrong.

If only she knew.

"Um, Madame Promfrey!" she called from her bed as she sat up. "Madame Promfrey!"

No answer. Hermione sighed. Something was definitely wrong. Madame Promfrey never abandoned her patients unless something awful had happened.

She slip out of her covers and her feet landed on the cold hard floor. She was dressed in a paper dress. There wasn't time to change. She picked up her wand off her bedside table. She'd have to live with her clothes, however…

"Concealio," and she felt the dress become a bit tighter and harder to tear. "Clotholio," and the paper turned to a rough cloth. Hermione hadn't any time to admire her handiwork.

And without a glance, Hermione walked out of the wing, heading straight to the Grand Hall.

Ginny

Her head throbbed as her feet pounded up the stairs. The atmosphere in Hogwarts had changed; like Hermione, Ginny knew something had happened.

She had to find Harry.

She reached the portrait hole. "Ignitio!" she yelled at the Fat Lady, who glared at her before opening up. Ginny walked into the common room, only to find Harry and Ron in the middle of a very heated chess game.

"Harry, something's wrong!" she told him. Harry gave her an odd look before commanding his knight to take Ron's castle.

"What?" he asked her, distracted.

"Hermione's life is in danger!" She yelled at him. At this both Ron and Harry jerked. They stood up, Ron accidentally knocking the board to the floor with his elbow.

"What?" Ron asked her. Harry walked up to her. "Yeah. What's going on?"

"There's no time to explain!" Ginny told them. "No time at all! We must go! Now!"

And with that she turned around and stepped out of the portrait hole, Harry and Ron behind her.

"Hermione's in danger?" Harry asked. "Does this have anything to do with Blaise?"

"Did she say anything? How do you know?" Ron inquired at the same time.

Ginny ignored them. Her head was still throbbing and time was running out. She walked straight to the Hospital Wing and looked inside. It was deserted.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he saw Ginny's face turn white.

"Hermione," she said shakily, turning around and heading back to the staircase. "Hermione is gone!"

She headed straight to the Dungeons. McGonagall had to know something. Harry and Ron walked with her, and Harry grabbed her hand. Ginny felt better with that, but not even holding hands could keep her best friend alive.

Blaise

"Father, what do you think you are doing?" Blaise yelled, stepping in front of his stunned Transfiguration teacher.

"What am I doing?" Jorge snarled. "I am doing what the Dark Lord ordered me to do. I am loyal, Blaise. Unlike you. Now, either die or submit yourself to Him!"

Blaise glared at his father. "What the hell do you mean!"

"You know what I mean, Blaise! Dammit! I have raised you to be brighter than this! The Dark Lord has ordered me to kill you, and I will follow him!"

Blaise stepped back, stepping on McGonagall's hand. "No, Father… No… You don't have to follow him! You don't have to! DON'T KILL ME, FATHER! I AM YOUR SON!"

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a head of brown hair enter the room. "Hermione! No, go back! Get help!"

She stood there, oblivious. Blaise wanted to slap her and kiss her all the same.

"Oh, this is Hermione!" Jorge cackled. He turned his wand to her, and smiled. "Nice to meet your acquaintance, girl! Any last words!"

"No!" yelled another voice, and Blaise watched as Potter, and the two Weasleys entered the hall, standing next to Hermione. Blaise ran over to stand in front of her.

"You will not kill her!" he yelled! "YOU WILL NOT KILL ANYONE!"

Jorge's grin vanished. "What are you going to do?" he rasped. "You gonna kill me, son? Huh? ANSWER ME!"

Ginny Weasley ran forward to McGonagall. Jorge watched her. "Don't touch her, you blood traitor! Stupefy!" a jet of red light hit Weasley square in the back. Potter ran forward and tried to go over to her, but Jorge glared at him. "Ah, Potter… Wouldn't the Dark Lord be proud if I stunned you too…" Harry stepped next to Blaise, and Ron on the other side of him. Hermione stood between Blaise and Harry.

Blaise leaped forward the same time Jorge yelled, "Crucio!"

Blaise felt pain he had never felt his entire life. He felt as though his entire body was being ripped into shreds… Just let me die… Kill me now…

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Harry yelled, flicking his wand arbitrarily. Blood squirted everywhere and Jorge fell to a lump on the ground, soaking in his own blood.

The moment Harry had uttered the incantation Blaise was back to his feet. "I will never fall the Dark Lord, Father! You can not make me!"

Jorge looked up at him wearily. He was dying from loss of blood… "I hate you, son… You have disappointed me… YOU WILL DIE! I will kill you! Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light erupted from his father's wand. Blaise fell to a heap on the floor as his father took his last raggedy breath…

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