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Rating: R…so watch out

Summery: Krum is dead and Hermione has been saved by a death eater… but why?

(A/N): PLEASE REVIEW!!! sorry It took me so long it was break and my family decided to go on many a family outing…so much to my displeasure I was unable to write. Thanks so much for reading and please, please review ill love you forever

Chapter 4

Harry and Ron had talked it over and Ron had convinced Harry that it would be a good idea to go and visit the gardens, I mean they were beautiful this time of year. And it had nothing to do with the fact that Hermione was there with Krum and that Ron totally did not trust Krum, hehe of course.

Hermione ran until she made it to the bottom of the hill leading to the Hogsmeade gardens, there she stopped. She slumped down against a tree and grabbed her knees and hugged them to her. She shook with every breath that she took in. She had let the dagger fall from her hand and it lay there on the ground innocently, she stared down at it hardly able to comprehend what had just taken place.

Harry was walking towards the hill when he saw Hermione crouched down by a tree trembling. He ran towards her. "Hermione what is it?…What happened?" His voice unsteady. Hermione shuddered at the sound of Harry's voice. He lifted up her chin so that she was looking at him, her face was ghostly white , fear was strongly printed in both her face and eyes.

Ron came running up and threw himself to the ground around Hermione. He took in her scared face and the way she crouched against the tree making herself as small as possible. Ron was always quick to jump to conclusions. "What did he do Hermione? Where is Krum?" Ron's voice was getting louder and angrier as Hermione said nothing but turned away form them both, "What the fuck did he do Hermione…I'll fucking kill the bastard if he hurt you!!" Ron had jumped to his feet, gripping his wand tightly.

Hermione just looked up at him with scared eyes, "He's dead, Ron" Her voice was low and hallow as though someone else was speaking through her. Ron froze. He had not expecting that kind of an answer.

"Hermione… Are… are you ok?" Harry's voice was deeper then usual but still strong. It surprised Hermione and she shot her head up to look at him. Harry wrapped his arms around her in a warm and comforting hug. "Please tell me Hermione." At once Hermione felt safe. Harry's voice was so pleading and so concerned. But she wasn't sure if she could actually say it out loud, if she could bring herself to tell them what happened, if she trusted herself enough to speak. "He…he… tried t…to ki…ki… kill… me." She managed to spit the words out through her stuttering. Ron gasped and Harry drew back from her a little. The look in his eyes made her finally break down. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried. Her sobbing were silent but her body shock with every tear that feel.

Harry hugged her back but the anger that was rising in him was slowly growing stronger and more violent.

Harry shot up. "Where's his body Hermione?" Harry spoke is such a slow calm manner that it was unnerving. Hermione just looked sadly up at Ron who knelt down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. A lump had grown in Ron's throat as a question he was dreading the answer to, rose inside of him.

"Did you kill him Hermione?" Ron shielded his eyes from Hermione's. And Harry whipped around apparently, he to had been wondering the same thing.

"No"

"Who did ?" Both boys asked at the same time.

"I don't know…"she paused reluctant to speak, " But…he saved my life." Hermione's voice was still distant and faint but each boy was fully listening.

"How do you know he was killing you?"

"Because…he was holding a dagger over my back and then the man told me he was sent to kill me." Her voice was strained and impatient almost angry as she told her two best friends.

She looked up at them expecting them to doubt her or do something rash.

"We have to see Dumbledore." Ron's voice was panicked and he looked from Harry to Hermione and then back at Harry again. Harry's brow was furrowed and his green emerald eyes shown with danger and hate as he stared down at the dagger.

It was shinning brightly as Harry glared at it. Heat was raising to his face and his hands were clamped around his wand. "What is that?" his voice was demanding, almost cold.

"That's K-Krum's dagger."

Now all three eyes were starring down at it. It was the first time Hermione had actually looked at it. The three emeralds were the exact color of Harry's eyes. And they too shown with the exact same intensity as Harry's eyes. It was almost as though the emeralds in the dagger and Harry were in the middle of a starring contest waiting for the other to back down. The dagger was beautiful. And somehow Harry was drown to it and he bent down to pick it up. Some how he felt that it was his.

Draco held onto Krum's dead body as he apperated them both to a small abandoned school. They both landed on the hard marble floor. Draco appeared with a graceful pop directly in front of Lord Voldemort. He brought his face up to meet Voldemort's and with a loud grunt from his throat threw Krum by the scruff of his cloak at the evil wizard's feet. The death eaters that stood around their lord let out small whispers as they saw that Krum's head was bloody and he was not breathing.

"Explain." Voldemort's voice was anything but emotional. No, this voice was chillingly clam.

"He's a fucking coward." Draco answered Voldemort in just as clam a voice. Only you could feel the hatred that tipped Draco's words. " He couldn't even kill a dirty young girl." Hate was dripping off Draco and everyone present could feel it. "He had her, all alone, he was ready…about to kill her, then…he hesitated." Draco looked down on Krum's dead body as he paused. The look on Draco's face was nothing short of pure, untainted loathing. " He pulled back from her and looked at her and apologized. Then he started to cry…like a fucking little girl." Draco let out another grunt of disgust , "I couldn't watch him, he was ready to pour out his soul to her, tell her everything about us and about how he found us. The bastard isn't even worthy to have talked to you my lord. He's not worthy of you or your cause."

Draco looked down at his limp form again and laughed a small hallow laugh that made Voldemort smile. "Excellent work young Malfoy. You have loyalties to me that should be honored…don't you think Lucius?" An evil smile had spread over several men's faces, Voldemort, Lucius, and of all people Severus Snape's.

Draco knew what his honor would be. Voldemort's inner circle is a selective and powerful group of his most trusted and strong death eaters but there was an even more elite. Voldemort had founded a very small clan of the most illustrious and elite death eaters, known as the "right handed" after the fact that they were Voldemort's right hand men and were always told everything about each plan and motive.

This elite consisted of only 6 other men. His father and his potions master , Severus Snape were only 2 of them. These men were the best of the best. They knew every spell to kill, every spell to cause pain, and every spell labeled as "the dark arts" or "illegal". These men spread fear into eyes of even dark wizards. They still were slaves to Voldemort, maybe even more so then others. But these 6 men knew more then others, the were privileged to know a diluted version of what only Voldemort knew. The were told things before they happened and told how things happened after they did. These men had power. And Draco Malfoy was to become one of them.

"Give me your arm young Malfoy." Voldemort had an evil but pleasure full glint in his eye as he took the arm that Draco held forward. Draco's arm was already marked by the dark lord. Just above his forearm was a dark black skull with a snake crawled into it. Even at times to Draco the dark mark was unnerving, but to some the mark symbolized only two things evil and death.

Voldemort cupped Draco's elbow with his palm, all the while Draco was starring into the red eyes of his lord. Voldemort then took his right thumb and licked it. His thumb turned bitch black. He raised his now black thumb, Draco braised himself, he knew that this would hurt, and Voldemort pressed it roughly to the untouched skin just below the bottom of black skull. When Voldemort's thumb came into contact with Draco's toned arm he felt a fire vibrate through his entire body. Voldemort's thumb was sending waves of pain through every bone, muscle, and nerve in Draco's body. He had only once felt pain worse then this. It was as though Draco's blood was not only lava but also that it had begun to course through his veins at a high speed. Each vein pulsed and blazed. He felt as if his brain was full of embers smoldering everything inside but the feeling of Voldemort fire touch.

Draco clenched his teeth and locked his keens, he knew he could show no pain, he knew he had to act as though the screams of the churning blood was giving his pleasure. So he held in his pain and his cries and just locked is eyes onto the wet blood eyes of Voldemort.

And then the aching of his skin and body ceased. It was as though he had just been thrown into a freezer and left to turn to ice. Voldemort had removed his thumb and there in the place were his thumb had been was an imprint of Voldemort's finger. In black, embedded on Draco's forearm was Voldemort's thumb print, dark, menacing, and binding.

Draco was now one of them. He was now and elite, a right handed. Think of the power he could gain in such a position.

As Draco returned to his seat among the other death eaters a hand clamped around his shoulder, it was Lucius, his father, "Excellent Draco, well done."

"Thank you father." If only Lucius knew how thankful Draco really was.

But from behind Draco another voice spoke, in a hushed whisper so that only Draco could hear him, "Excellent show Mister Malfoy. Really played that quite well." The voice was cold and emotionless but all knowing.

With a smirk and wink Draco whispered back, "Thank you Professor Snape, I quite enjoyed it as well."

(A/N) hey sorry it took so long to write but please review. I want to know it all, (that is what you think.)

P.S. Sam I have not forgotten and I will try to get you in there in the next few chapter if I can.

P.P.S. Gen I think that Professor Patrick Flakes Torez will be coming up shortly as well, also the grabbibility factor