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CHAPTER ELEVEN-DUMBLEDORE(Ginny's POV)
I can see Malfoy becoming a Death Eater. I can see any Slytherin becoming a Death Eater. But Hermione? That made no sense. She is one of us-or was one of us! She was against Voldemort, not Pro-Voldemort. Why would Hermione do this? But better yet, how did she get in?
(Regular Story Format)
Harry, Ron and Ginny got up and left to go to classes, leaving me in the Common Room to cry. I knew that I shouldn't; Death Eater's shouldn't cry.
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Leaving Ron and Ginny in the middle of an argument, Harry slinked out to get to Dumbledore's office. He had to talk to him without Ron and Ginny. He had to tell him alone.
He got there, trying to think of the password. Before they had guessed 'Chocolate Frog' but he had probably changed it since then. He started spewing out names of assorted candies and treats, but to no avail. Dumbledore walked up to Harry from behind, saying, "I believe that the new password is Horcrux, Harry." That made him jump.
(A.N-HEHE! HBP ALMOST-SPOILER!)
"Oh, Professor, you scared me. I didn't see you coming. I need to talk o you about Hermione."
"Ah, so you've figured it out. No doubt Miss and Mister Weasley know this as well. Come into my office. We need to talk. Horcrux," said the elderly wizard, making the stone gargoyle create a passage to the Headmaster's office.
Harry sat down in one of the chairs in the office, opposite Dumbledore's side of the desk, and Dumbledore sat down too. "What I am about to tell you must never leave your lips. Neither Weasley may know this, or else the Order will be in danger. Hermione has indeed joined the Death Eaters, but under my request. She is spying for Order of the Phoenix on Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It is your job to not talk to Hermione, and the same with the Weasleys. She got in telling them all that she wants you dead, for many reasons. None are true."
"How could you let her do that? She is barely of age!"
"Miss Granger turned of age last September, Harry. She is not as young as you think. This decision was very hard for me to make, but I had to make it. Hermione's absence was indeed spent with Mister Malfoy, who took her kindly underneath his wing and showed him what it's like to spy for the Order."
Harry was flabbergasted! Malfoy, a spy for the Order! How could this be? Harry thought that Malfoy would join the Death Eaters, but the Order of the Phoenix? "No one can know any of the information I have told you today, for if they do, it will be catastrophic. You may not tell anyone, Harry."
Harry knew now that Ron and Ginny just had to go on thinking that Hermione was a turncoat. He got up to leave, when Dumbledore said, "No Harry, you have to stay here for a few more minutes."
He put some floo-powder in the fire, put his head in and said, "Professor Snape's classroom."
"Bring Miss Granger to my office," was all that he said.
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Meanwhile, in Snape's classroom…
Ron noticed that Hermione was needed in Dumbledore's office. Obviously Harry told him what was going on. She would probably be expelled.
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I got up to go to
Dumbledore's office. He probably needed to tell me some vital Order
information. I loved being important and needed; no longer in the
shadow of someone else. I was really starting to sound like my Death
Eater persona.
I got to Dumbledore's office, and knowing his
password, I walked in, only to see Harry. Oh great! He
was there.
"Miss Granger, Harry here knows about you joining both the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix."
Oh. Well that changes things a bit.
"Could you please show him your right wrist?" asked Dumbledore. I lifted my right sleeve, showing the mark. The tears couldn't stop falling.
Harry came over to me and just hugged me. I stood there crying, because of what I had done. I was a Death Eater. "Well now we're both connected to Voldemort my bodily mark," joked Harry, in attempt to make me feel better. I just cried harder.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. If I ever do anything to you in the future, just know that it's because of the Death Eaters. They can't think that we're friends, because then they'll kill me, thinking that I had turned on them and was spying. I really have to look like I want to kill you," I explained tearfully.
"Did it hurt? Does it hurt now?" asked Harry, pointing to the Dark Mark on my skin.
"It felt like a thousand knives poking into me, but now it's not so bad, as long as I don't look at it. If I do, the pain is excruciating."
"I'm sorry if the questions are too hard, but did you get your robes yet? Have you killed a muggle yet? What are they like? What is Voldemort like?"
"I received my robes. I haven't killed anyone yet. The Death Eaters are nice to me, just as long as I don't remind them that I'm a muggleborn. The Dark Lord is…erm….silent, but still looks deadly. Just like a snake. Ready to attack at any given moment."
"How has Malfoy been to you?"
"He's been so nice, compared to how it used to be. He taught me how to act in front of them. He taught me Occlumency. I didn't even hear the word 'Mudblood' while I was there. He isn't as bad as usual when under Professor Dumbledore's command to be nice," I said, adding, "Thank you," to Dumbledore.
"Why do you call him the Dark Lord now?"
"I need to get in the habit of saying it."
"Who from Hogwarts is in the Death Eaters?"
"It's impossible to know everyone in the Death Eaters, because the Dark Lord makes it so that if someone would rat to the Ministry of Magic, you couldn't bring everyone down with you. But we at Hogwarts have what we call the YDEC-Young Death Eater's Club-which is all about getting us to meetings without school noticing. Snape helps us get from place to place."
"Has the Dark Mark ever…well…"
"No, I haven't been called there yet. But there was a sort of test run on it, so that kind of counts, if you think about it."
"Do you ever regret making this choice?"
"Everyday I think 'Why the hell did I do this! This is not worth it. I'm going to get myself killed. I can't talk to my best friends. I'm in lot with a bunch of murderers. But then something keeps me going."
"What?"
"The fact that I'm now my own person; no longer just your sidekick. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I want adventure and importance too."
That made Harry think things in a totally new perspective. It showed how I really felt, and that was hard for him. I could tell. He didn't want his fame, and nor did he want the Prophecy. He didn't want to be the one who defeated the Dark Lord, and I think that I reminded him that he had to. But the fact that he didn't want to doesn't change the fact that he still needs to.
And for that, I wanted to be my own person. No matter how much it hurt him and no matter how much it hurt Ron and no matter how much it hurt Ginny and most importantly no matter how much it hurt me, that still didn't change the fact that I still had to do this for both the Order and for me.
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I stayed away from the Gryffindores and Harry knew why. In classes and in Hogwarts, he gave me sympathetic looks and warm smiles, but I turned away. I had to convince the Death Eaters that I really wanted this, and plus, his smiles and looks made me remember a time where none of this existed. I missed those times.