The Five Strangers
A/N: Thank you and I'm so sorry! I had exams so I was booked! I managed to write this because I am DONE! YES! Sorry, I'm just so happy. I can write now! Well, read the long awaited story.
Remember…there are five people 'mione knocked out.
Blaise watched Hermione limped to her room. She looked like she was about to fall over but what caught his attention was the hooded figure at his feet was starting to talk. "Hermione?"
"Yes?" Came an overly cheery voice.
"He…He's talking."
"And…oh, the spell prevents movement but he's totally capable of talking. Same with the others." Blaise made sure the three were asleep and then went to work dragging the hooded figure down stairs. He "accidentally" let the person's head hit the wall a few times.
He gathered the five and sat them each on a wooden chair, each having their feet, wrists, waists, and chest, tied with rope. He then gathered five wands and was setting them on the mantle when a pajama clad Hermione came down the stairs.
"You look like your ready to run a marathon, how'd you get fixed up?" Blaise asked, surprised.
"About a dozen spells. I guess you've never unarmed people before. Omecay wands." Hermione said with her hand held out. Ten wands shoot out of robes and boots and landed neatly on her palm. "People who come in robes usually have backups."
"Of course. How was I so stupid?" Blaise said sarcasticlly. "You have to be kidding me, taking wands away seems so normal to you, because Hermione Granger beats up hooded figures all the time. Because that's what all the bookworms are doing. Why does this seem so normal? I thought you were normal!" Blaise ranted, losing all of his sanity.
"Calm down! Just because it is doesn't mean that I'm not kind of normal. Okay, it does but…I'm sorry that I'm not normal but I never got the choice. I never will have the choice and whoever hangs around me only has the choice if they're willing to leave me." Hermione said as calmly as she could manage.
"Like I had the choice! Death eaters in my house, seeing Voldermorte about twice a year, having to get the dark mark on my birthday, and now I live with a weird magnet. My life must be the worst ever and you're complaining!" Blaise said, loudly.
"Hello? Weird magnet? Dark Mark? You're a Death eater?" Hermione was confused.
"Not yet" Blaise said. "But the second to last day of school is my birthday so the day I get home I'll probably get it."
"You don't know that. Anyway, I'm not what I seem and no one who is interesting is what they seem." Hermione said, regaining total control of her emotions.
"WHY ME?" Blaise yelled. "I FINALLY FIND SOMEONE I LIKE WHO IS DECNET LOOKING AND HAS A BRAIN CAPACITY AND IT TURNS OUT SHE HAS A SECRET LIFE!"
"That's lovely and all but life sucks, get over it. You woke up the babies." Hermione said as she ran up the stairs to quiet the woken children.
"Well that was odd." commented one of the hooded figures. Blaise went up the stairs to help Hermione with the crying menaces upstairs. They were silent as they rocked the three babies and as they walked back down the stairs.
When they got back downstairs, Hermione unhooded all of them and just started to stare at each one in turn. "What are you doing now? Staring the truth out of them?" Blaise finally asked.
"On the contrary, looking for spells. They have appearance spells, tracking spells, and blocking spells. I need to figure out the exact spell to undo them though. Well, actually I don't but I like to know what I'm trying to undo." Hermione explained. She then picked up her hand and passed over each person saying counter spells. When she was done they were left with a surprise…
A/N: I would normally stop here but I've hardly written anything and you deserve an extra long chapter because of the wait. But I am making you read this so… good enough.
There was Mr. Zabini, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Parkinson, Professor Snape, and Mr. Goyle.
"Did I miss a meeting or did we decide to have a tea party?" Hermione asked with her hands on her hips and sarcasm pouring of each word.
"On the contrary Miss…Granger, we were sent to capture or kill you." Lucious spoke up.
"Again? That's more than usual. Something going on I should know about." Hermione asked.
"The Dark Lord thinks you're a spy." Lucious responded.
"Really? Where did he get…" she was cut of with Blaise's mind-blowing discovery.
"You guys know each other?" Blaise asked. The five stared at him and Hermione started running a hand across her throat to tell him to stop talking.
"He doesn't know?" Malfoy said with a smug smirk appearing.
"Why would I know? Who does know? Wait…know what?" Blaise asked, digging Hermione's grave.
"He doesn't know and anyone who tells gets to join Mr. Tideway." Hermione threatened. The smart four shut up, valuing their lives. Lucious on the other hand looked like a boy on Christmas morning.
"I assumed that you would tell the person our sleeping with about something as important as who you… 'hang out' with. Also, who you are."
"What?" Blaise and Hermione asked in unison, one in horror and one in confusion.
"I'm NOT sleeping with him and shut up. You're such a gi…"Hermione fell to the ground in a little ball and started moaning.
"Are you okay?" Blaise asked as he appeared beside her. She nodded. "If you can't speak you aren't okay." Blaise scooped Hermione up bridal style and headed for the stairs.
"Look Zabini, your son has fallen for a mudblood. He had so much potential." Lucious said with a laugh. Blaise froze and Hermione fought her way down as all six watched her fight the pain. She cast a charm and then walked over to Lucious with tears in her eyes. "Look at how the Mudblood is going to cry with just a simple insult. That's why they're weak; that's why they're below …"slap He was cut off with a hard and loud slap from Hermione.
"You shouldn't lie. Lying doesn't become of you. You have to be the most uninformed bastard I have ever met. Shut your mouth." Lucious obeyed and swallowed his retort. "I haven't even started. You rape innocent people. You bow and worship a fool. You believe in good and evil when there is no such thing. There are people with ideas, crude and disgusting ideas. You sir, are the sickest piece of scum I've met, only because you live by someone's ideas to an extreme degree. Hell, you'd probably kill Draco, the thing that should be your first and only concern if nothing else. But that is where you place Tom Riddle, the fool." Hermione was talking loudly so she was breathing heavily after the speech. Everyone was stunned into silence.
Lucious broke the silence. "Can we go now?"
"Why would she let you go?" Blaise asked. Hermione said a spell and all the ropes untied. Blaise looked shocked.
"Tell Tom I'll send bodies instead alive people next time. Oh…I'm not a spy." Hermione said with a sigh. She started climbing the stairs as the five left the house with five 'pop's. Blaise stood there in shock.
"You're just letting them go?" he asked.
"Why not? They were sent by someone, they didn't come because they wanted to." Hermione closed her bedroom door, leaving Blaise to his thoughts. 'Such a protected soul' she thought. 'Lucky him.'
She fell asleep to those thoughts and didn't notice when Blaise slipped into the bed next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and joined her in sleep.
The next morning Hermione woke with an arm around her waist and in a dark room. Thinking it was still night she snuggled up to the warm body and started to fall asleep, but then she caught a glance at her clock and quickly sat up, waking Blaise. "What is it now?" Blaise mumbled to Hermione's pillow.
"It's eight in the morning!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran to her closet and started throwing on an outfit.
"So?…" Blaise said, sitting up.
"The babies will be awake any minute." Hermione said a little more calmly, as she tied back her hair. She slowed down to a fast walk as she sped right out the door. Blaise let his back hit the mattress and went back to sleep.
Hermione walked briskly to the nursery to find a house elf tending to the triplets and a note taped a crib. Hermione read the note-
Dear Hermione,
I am sorry to hear about the break in because it means that you are endangering Mr. Zabini. Therefore you have today to pack up your belongings and say your farewells. Tomorrow Spritz, the house elf, will officially be Mr. Zabini's partner and you shall return to Hogwarts.
The only way for you to stay at the project is for you to have Mr. Zabini write his side of the story. He must also write and sign that he FULLY understands the danger he is in if you stay. Yes, that means telling him the whole story. Which should take a while so get going.
Your Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore.
"Well that is a surprise. Spritz," Hermione said, as she turned to the house elf, "you aren't suppose to work until tomorrow so go have fun elsewhere please." Spritz nodded shortly before scurrying off. Hermione made sure all three babies were fed and changed before setting off to find Blaise.
Blaise was found five minutes later asleep in bed. Hermione sat next to him and stared, deciding what to do. Then suddenly Blaise said "I know I'm pretty, but starring Hermione?" He smirked as he opened his eyes and sat up next to her.
"No, I'm thinking and you're in front of me. Big difference." Hermione said smiling. Blaise could keep a secret, right?
"What were you thinking about? Are you okay?" Blaise said in obvious shock. He had glanced at Hermione and she looked like she was emotionally unstable. And she was.
"Nothing important. Just deciding what I'm supposed to do. Stay or go. Do I look bad, you look scared."
"You never look bad, you just look… sad. What about staying or going? Go to those monthly reunion things? I vote no." Blaise said.
"That's nice put I meant should I stay here and risk everything, or go to Hogwarts the rest of the year, be bored to death, but be safe. Not much of a logical answer, my head says go but I want to stay."
"Then stay. What's the harm in that? What's this?" Blaise said as he eyed the piece of paper he was given. Hermione had just handed over the note Dumbledore had sent and was about to have a panic attack because of his reaction.
"This is what I mean. Dumbledore sent it. Read it, you can decide." Blaise opened the letter. The main line that stuck was: "Yes, that means telling him the whole story."
"So? What do you say?" Hermione said as Blaise starred at the wall.
"I say you tell me what's going on before I lose my mind. Hermione, you were my chance to be normal. You've kind of ruined that. I at least want to know why my father is trying to kill you. Or why Death eaters are trying to kill you. Why is everyone after you?"
"Okay. Let's see. Where to begin. Okay, there are six ultimate rulers. There is the prophecy maker who no one can see and five magical beings that walk the Earth. The highest being has more power than everything magical combined. Pretty much endless power. This being is called the keeper of the universal balance. They're neutral. Then you have the ruler of good and the ruler of bad. Well, they are almost a fourth as powerful as the keeper is when they combine their powers. The two rulers each have one apprentice who everyone knows of. Tom and Albus are the apprentices. Any questions?" Hermione rambled.
"How does this have to do with anything and where did you here this crack pot story?"
"You'll see and the appren- Albus and Tom. Anyway, they all meet and la-de-da every month. They make sure prophecies are being fulfilled and that this whole story isn't leaking out to grun- regular people. Well regular magicalpeople. The catch is that the rulers and the keeper have a secret. They turn into this glowy, white, giant ant, yet pretty things. Bad description but whatever. Well in this form they are invincible. Even though the keeper is invincible in any form so it's just a hassle to hide it. Back on topic, the keeper, the rulers, and the apprentices are here in secret, but only they, and well you, know about them and who they are. It's a big secret. Any questions before I finish?" Hermione continued.
"Where did you get the drugs and can I have some?" Blaise said.
"No drugs and no. Anyway, Tom knows who the keeper is, even though he isn't suppose to, because only the keeper is supposed to know the identities of the others. Well, all six know who the keeper is and they are having a war so they are trying to kidnap the keeper to get m- their power. Almost done, any questions?" Hermione said.
"Doesn't your mouth get dry from talking so much?"
"Not really. Now the reason every one wants me is that I'm the keeper. So, do you get it?" Hermione finished.
"Hermione, I feel so much better about my life. Thank you. You didn't need to make up a story."
"BUT IT'S TRUE!"
"I know. But denial is way easier on my sanity. Anything else?" Blaise asked seriously.
"I'm richer than the Malfoys, own tons of companies, stock, and houses, and I get starved and raped about three times a year for like two weeks each. But that's about it."
"I think I'm going to get some headache potion. Then knock myself out." Blaise said with a smile.
"But you need to write a letter to Dumbledore!" Hermione yelled.
"Right, I'll go do that. Dear Dumbledore, You put to much stress on Hermione-" Blaise said pretending to write in the air.
"Sarah, my name is Sarah Wells. Did I forget that tiny detail?" Hermione asked.
Thump Blaise had fainted.
A/N: Sorry times a zillion for the wait but exams stunk. Anyway I got up this chapter and I MIGHT get one up on Friday though it will probably be like Sunday or something. I am so sorry. Review and tell me how you liked how I linked up everything. It's decent, right? Click on that purplish button.