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CHAPTER EIGHT-DANGER AND DECISIONSSometimes things get really hard. And when I said hard, I mean hard. You have to make decisions that may not be the thing that you most want to do, but you do it anyways. I finally realized what it was like to be Harry.
Half of me was telling me to just say "I'm sorry. I can't help you with whatever you need help with" because of so many reasons. Like for one thing, this was Draco Malfoy. Why should I help him!
But then this other part of me was screaming for me to ask what it was. Because Dumbledore and the Order was a part of this too. It couldn't be bad if they were the part of it. Maybe dangerous, but definitely not bad! And yet that part of me was selfish too, because I found myself thinking that if Harry gets all of the attention and gets to play a part in this war, why couldn't I? I was smart enough and brave enough. I was Hermione Granger, and deserved to be a part of the Order of the Phoenix. So I asked one simple question to Draco. "What do you need?"
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"Without Hermione, we're really useless," said Harry, as he, Ginny and Ron were pouring over maps and charts to find a clue. They were getting desperate.
"Well do you want Hermione back or not?" asked Ginny rhetorically. "Because if you do, you'll have to work to get her back."
"I should have known that this would happen. It's a trap for me, but this time he really does have Hermione. How are we going to save her, while remaining alive?"
"Are you so sure that it's a trap? Another trap? Wouldn't you be able to beat You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters again? Where are they keeping her?"
"Shut-up Ron. Harry might just be onto something."
"And if it's a trap, they'll want it in the most obvious place possible; Malfoy Manor. We'll have to go to Dumbledore immediately to tell him what we know. We'll need more people to help fight the Death-Eaters. We need to get our Hermione back."
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"Well before I tell you what we need, I'd better explain everything. I knew that you would never take me seriously or anything if I asked for your help in school, so we concocted a plan to get you in Malfoy Manor. You would 'overhear' a conversation that was supposed to look private, and you would run away. I would catch you, say that as protection for my secret I'll have to take you to Malfoy Manor and there you'll stay. After I feel like I can trust you, I'll tell you everything. That was the plan.
"So when we saw you leave the Great Hall, I beat you to the library and pretended that there was someone there. I took you here, and wrote to Dumbledore while you were still unconscious," finished Malfoy.
"What about Ron and Harry? Won't they be looking for me?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I had hoped that Professor Dumbledore might be able to give me a much better answer than Malfoy.
"Actually, Miss Granger, they have already visited my office, telling me that they think that Malfoy kidnapped you."
"So what if they
figure out where I am?"
"They won't figure it out, Miss
Granger. The only people who know about these caves are you, Mister
Malfoy, Bitsy, Professor Snape and I. There is no way that they can
know that you're here."
"Oh, I see."
"May I finish?"
"Sure Malfoy. Go on. Tell me what you need from me."
I could tell that Malfoy wasn't enjoying that last statement. He hated the fact that he needed to do something involving me. "You need to become a Death Eater and spy for the Order." That was the last thing that I can remember before I blacked out.
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"Where has Miss Granger been?" asked one of the teachers. She was a usual matter of discussion in the Teacher's Lounge.
Snape overheard Professor Spout's question. He knew perfectly well where she was, but the other teachers didn't. McGonagall knew that Dumbledore had her someplace safe, and that was it. He found some pride in knowing that he was the only one that knew where she really was on the staff.
"Oh, she had something with her family. Dumbledore told me that she wouldn't be back for some time."
"Why didn't he tell us?" asked another teacher.
"Oh, I guess that he didn't have time. He's away at the Ministry now, so you know how things are." He was doing a hell of a lot of work to cover up for the insufferable know-it-all, but anything for Dumbledore. That's what kept Snape defending.
"Well I hope that she's back soon. Classes really aren't the same without the prize pupil." He wanted to gag at that point.
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"Miss Granger?"
"Granger?"
I woke up with two guys standing over me. My best guess was the I fainted. I was sure-as-hell right! It must be the fact that Malfoy had asked me to join the Death Eaters to spy for the Order of the Phoenix.
I awoke within a minute of me passing out. Sitting up, I asked, "What happened?"
"You fainted after the news, Miss Granger," answered Dumbledore, helping me to my feet. "Mister Malfoy here had just finished explaining everything. Just to tell you again, in case the fall made you forget, he had just asked you to become a spy for the Order."
This made just as much sense to me as Ron learning fifteen languages and calling himself Pope Ronald. Not that the Pope knows fifteen languages. Not that I really care about how many languages the Pope knows at that point, nor if Ron becomes the next one. What I cared about was the ludicrous request made.
"Like Voldemort would fall for that! He's much smarted than that. And how could I get into the Inner Circle to be able to spy like that. He will know that it's a rouse."
"Not if this is done properly," injected Malfoy. "I'll have you at the top in no time."
"Miss Granger, this is War. If I could get you out of this, I would, but we really need you to spy for us. This is matters of life and death for many wizards, witches and muggles alike. So are you with us?"
You know how before I was talking about the impulsive, selfish side of me that wanted to know what Malfoy needed from me? Well it just came back, and made me say the most amazing thing that ever came from my mouth. "I accept."
(A.N- And THIS is where the real story starts. More later.)
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"Ginny! Dumbledore is still nowhere to be found," complained Harry.
"Cool your cloak. Maybe he'll be at dinner."
"After dinner, we're going to talk to him in his office and tell him what we know. He'll have to listen to us!"
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"I'll be needing to go back to Hogwarts soon, but just to tell you a few things, Miss Granger, you will be needing to learn Occlumency just as Harry did. Also, Mister Malfoy will be teaching you how to act and behave in front of Voldemort. Snape will come by the day that you're supposed to go in front of the Death Eaters. Well until we see each other next," said the Headmaster, after disapparating.
"So I guess that we're stuck together for a while," I said, trying to lighten up the situation by cracking a smile. In truth, the thing that I least wanted to do at that point was smile.
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