A.N- YAY! ELEVEN CHAPTERS! Going on twelve! This is great! Keep reviewing (please!)
CHAPTER TWELVE-THE DARK LORD'S REQUIREMENTI was sitting at my table-which really wasn't my table as I wasn't really a Gryffindore anymore-eating a simple dinner, even though I wasn't hungry. I was mostly just playing around with my food. I sat at the end of the table, all by myself. Ron kept glancing over at me, and it was starting to get annoying. I glared at him across the table, and return to just moving my food around. I wasn't in the mood to mess or be messed with.
Harry did his best to get the others to get off of my case. He told them all that the thing(s) on my wrist were cuts, and I was in a very, very bad mood and wanted to be alone. Great job, Harry! I went from a Death Eater Murdering Turncoat to a suicidal maniacal loner. I have no idea what's worse, and I guess that neither did they. I also think that they didn't know what to believe.
I went to sleep early that night. I figured that some good sleep would make things better. I couldn't be more wrong, because when I woke up that morning, the Dark Mark was still there on my right wrist.
At breakfast, I received a few things. The first was the Daily Prophet. I put that aside for later. The second was a letter from Lupin. I wondered what that was about, but I also put that aside. The third thing was a note from Malfoy. It read, "Room of Requirement. You know where it is. 8 O'clock. Be there. Don't be late."
I knew that I needed Harry's invisibility cloak for this. I would have to ask him later, but how.
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It was Potions, later that day. Harry was still my Potions Partner, so I figured that I lucked out. We had to copy something from the board, so I took a small piece of parchment, and made it look as if I was writing notes, when really I was writing Harry a note. It read, "I need your Invisibility Cloak tonight. It's really important. I have to be in the Room of Requirement."
Harry gave me a small nod. He later left it for me on a desk in the Common Room, in a package that read "For Hermione Granger." He was the best friend that I ever had.
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"You're late."
"By three minutes! Big deal. What's this about anyways?"
"We have to talk."
"About what?"
"About us. About what's going to happen. You are a Death Eater"-
"So?"
"So that means, Granger, that certain things are going to be asked of you in due time. They're going to want you to hand Potter straight to them. Ever think about why they let you join? You're so eager to prove yourself to them that they're going to make you do anything."
"Well they haven't asked me yet, so I'm set. Now what else do you want?"
"Every night, Dumbledore says that we're to meet here and talk. Talk about what, I don't know, but if any one of us are having problems with something, I guess that we can talk about that."
"They know."
"What?"
"My friends know that I am a Death Eater. Dumbledore told Harry everything, and Ron and Ginny guessed that I'm a Death Eater. They don't know that I'm a spy-well Harry knows, but Ron and Ginny don't-so now I feel much more isolated than I should."
"Okaaaaaaaaaaay, Granger."
"Yeah, and I'm so afraid that someone will see this bloody mark and-"
"And?"
"Do you feel that?"
"Yeah. I feel that. It's getting really hot. The Dark Lord is calling his Death Eaters in. Go get your Death Eater's robes and meet back here. The YDEC meets here when the Dark Lord calls his Death Eaters to attendance."
I through the Invisibility Cloak over me, and ran to Gryffindore. I got into my dormitory, and quietly grabbed my D.E. cloaks. I put them on, and ran into the Common Room, where I put the Invisibility Cloak on. Little did I know that someone was in the Common Room waiting for me.
"What…are…you…doing?" asked a voice from in back of me. It was Ron.
"Be quiet, Ron."
"Ah ha! So you are a Death Eater. Why did you do it, hmmm? Do you think that You-Know-Who will be able to help you. He'll kill you, and you deserve to die. You are no better than Pettigrew. You are just like him!" he ranted.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, RON!" I boomed, taking out my wand. If he knew that I was a Death Eater, I might as well take advantage of that. "Be quiet before I Avada Kedavra you from here to hell!"
Ron was quiet after that. As I walked through the portrait, I heard Ron mutter, "Why would you do that, Hermione? How could you be so cruel? I loved you." A single tear glistened down my cheek.
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"I'm here," I said, running into the Room of Requirement. There was only Malfoy, Snape and some Slytherin I didn't know in there. "How many more are we waiting for?"
"Approximately seven, Miss Granger," answered Snape.
"Approximately?"
"Well, we never know who will show up and who won't."
"Chickens," mumbled the person underneath the hood that I didn't know.
We waited for another 4 minutes, and seven others came. I couldn't see their faces. No one could. Everyone was covered with Death Eater's robes. "Grab onto this," instructed Snape, bringing out a piece of parchment. Everyone touched the Portkey, bringing them to the Dark Lord's chamber.
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"Harry! Harry wake up!" exclaimed Ron, shaking Harry who was sleeping.
"What do you want, Ron?" asked Harry groggily.
"I just… I just saw Hermione."
"YOU WOKE ME UP FOR THAT! I know that you fancy her, but this is insane! I'm going back to sleep."
"No! I saw Hermione in robes…Death Eater's robes. She had your Invisibility Cloak."
Harry jumped up. "We have to go to Dumbledore!" he said.
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"My Death Eaters, we will soon rid Hogwarts of the insufferable Albus Dumbledore. In three days, we shall infiltrate the school, as our Young Death Eaters will lead us in. We will then dominate over the school, and kill both Dumbledore and Potter. We will be victorious. Granger, you are to lead young Potter straight to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, My Lord," I answered, bowing. My mind was blank, and face and voice emotionless. I was truly a spy.
"You Death Eaters, all but those at Hogwarts, are to apparate here, where we will travel to Hogsmeade. There is a passage that leads straight to Hogwarts from there. We will then be allowed into the castle, as the Student-Death-Eaters will clear the passage and make sure that there are no guards lurking about."
This was it. There was no turning back. If I denied doing any of this, I would be murdered. I had to bring Harry directly to the Dark Lord, my master. That I let him hear. The Dark Lord should know that I was aware of my possible death.
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"Horcrux," said Harry to the Gargoyle. It jumped aside, and created a path to Dumbledore's office.
"Dumbledore? Are you here? It's an emergency?" yelled Harry.
Ron just stood there, letting Harry do everything. Ron really did have no idea what to do.
Out came Dumbledore. "Harry, I was expecting Snape and the others on the Death Eaters report. What are you doing here?"
"Ron has something to say."
"I…I saw Hermione coming out of the girl's dormitories dressed in Death Eater's robes. She threatened to Avada Kedavra me if I didn't be quiet. She had Harry's Invisibility Cloak with her, and I think that she stole it from Harry," said Ron.
"Should we tell him, Professor? I couldn't decide what I should do. You said not to tell anyone."
"In this case, Harry, I believe that the best decision would to tell Mister Weasley the truth about Hermione."
At this point, Ron was very confused. The truth about Hermione! What were they talking about, and better yet, what was Harry keeping from him. "What are you talking about?"
"Hermione is a spy for the Order."
"For how long?"
"I don't know."
"A few days," answered Dumbledore.
"Is that why Hermione was gone for some time?"
"Yeah."
"Does Hermione have the mark? Have you seen it? Has she seen You-Know-Who?"
"Whoa! Slow down," said Harry.
"Yes, I do Ron. I have the bloody mark," I answered from the doorway.
"Ah, Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy and Severus. I expect that you have some news for me."
"Yes, Professor. As a matter of fact I do. I'm supposed to bring Harry to my master, the Dark Lord."
"Yes, I anticipated that," the Headmaster replied.
"Why does she talk like that?" whispered Ron to Harry. "Why does she talk to a Death Eater?"
"That's because she is one."
"Hermione, I devised a plan to save Harry, but before I tell it to you, Mister Weasley, you must go back to your Dormitory. You are not to tell a soul what you have heard and seen tonight. Not even your sister. If you do, the Order will have an enormous problem on our hands," said Dumbledore, shoeing Ron away.
After Ron was gone for sure, Dumbledore took out his wand and conjured up three more chairs: one for Malfoy, one for Snape, one for Harry and one for me. He ushered us to sit down. "Now the plan is simple. Harry, you are to act as if she is none but a regular Death Eater. You are engaged in a duel, and you knock Miss Granger out. Severus, you will see this happen, and take her to Voldemort. You will tell him that she was knocked out by Harry and couldn't achieve her task. You are to say that you brought her here so that no one takes her, unmasks her, and makes it so that she cannot spy on Harry and me for him, because if she is a Death Eater, than I would expel her. Does everyone understand me?"
Everyone nodded their heads yes. Dumbledore continued. "What day is the attack?"
"In three days," answered Malfoy.
"I will tell Order members."
"Professor?" I started.
"Yes, Miss Granger."
"If you are prepared for the attack, then won't the Dark Lord know that one of us is a spy? Wouldn't that ruin everything?"
"Good question, Miss Granger, but no. We will make it look as if the battle was not anticipated. Unless one of us in this room reports this to Voldemort, he will have no idea that we know of what will happen. Now everyone here should go to sleep, including me. God knows that we need it."
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Now that both Ron and Harry knew my secret, I would give it a few hours until Ginny knows too. Between her being Harry's girlfriend and Ron's sister, things weren't so easy to keep from her for the both of them. Am I the only one here who could keep my mouth shut? Apparently so!
It was the next morning. I was eating a quiet breakfast by myself, because I obviously had to maintain my image as a cruel, heartless Death Eater. Meanwhile, Ginny was talking to Harry and Ron.
"Look at that Death Eater! She's probably brooding about a Muggle Murder or something. What a hypocrite!"
"Yeah, Ginny. Whatever," said Ron.
"I know that your upset because the girl that you fancy is a Death Eater, but don't get fussy with me, Ronald."
"Be quiet, the both of you. You're going to give me a headache or something."
"Do you want me to kiss your head and make it all better?"
"That would be very helpful," said Harry, Ginny kissing his forehead.
Ginny then moved down to his lips, and they started to deeply kiss. "Hem hem!" said Ron. "I'm still here, you two!" They still didn't stop going at it. He pulled the two apart.
"Okay, okay, Ron. No need to go insane on us," said Harry.
I, who was watching all of this from the other end of the table, closed my eyes. I tried to forget what was happening now, and to pretend like I was with them now, still just Hermione. It didn't work. When I looked at my wrist, the Dark Mark was still there.
A.N- I hoped that you liked it! R&R!
DcoD- Yeah, I know! That Dark Mark part was friggin scary. I wanna get one myself (a tattoo) but my dad would freak, and plus I'm super-scared! I don't do well with needles!