Chapter 2 Phase One
It took Hermione, ten seconds to realize she was doing the right thing.
" So your ready to continue this assignment Miss Granger?" said Voldermort as he was walking out of the shadows.
"Yes," she replied
" Alright, then I guess you wouldn't mind reminding me what your assignment is then," he asked
"No sir, my mission contains the following: I will bring Harry Potter to your base one week from today, pretending I want to meet him for business reasons, but in reality you will kill him."
"Very Good," he observed," Now I want you to go back, and say that you had no idea that your notes was a porky, and that your so mad at me for attempting to kidnap your fellow muggle-borns, that you want to help get red of me, do I make myself clear?" Hermione had to think about this because this is not what they had talked about earlier.
" Yes sir, So you want me to do that in my own way, and still get him here?" she asked, " Sounds to me that your not giving the Ministry enough credit, they could figure out something and start following me, but of course that's exactly what you want isn't? you want Harry Potter to follow me and come here, right?."
He seemed to consider something for a minute.
"Well, Well perhaps I didn't consider how smart you really are but I don't really care how you get him here."
" Okay I will go now." She was about to go but she forgot something, " What do you want me to do with these people?" her question was directed to the muggle-borns
" Just dispose of them as you wish," with this Voldermort left.
She took them to the room where Voldermort usually disposes his enemies.
" Listen to me, go back to Hogwarts and warn Dumbledore that Voldermort is planning to send me to destroy him, but tell him that phase one is complete." With this she put a spell on an object so they could get back.
The only thought she had as she left Voldermorts headquarters is that ' I'm so glad I sound proofed that room earlier or I would be caught'
She headed to her little cottage that she rented for this project, and prepared to sleep. The last thing she thought before she drifted to sleep is ' I miss you already Ron.'