A/N - Woo... OK, there are only... ten days until my exams, and the only time I'm not stressing is when I'm writing my fics, so I think I'll write more of them. Fuck it. No way. I'll be revising like there's no tomorrow. :( Sympathise, please. Like I said last chapter... I need a BETA reader. Please apply: )
DISCLAIMER - I don't know why I bother anymore...
Chapter Four:
"Gin! Come on! Don't be so stupid!"
"I'm not being stupid! I'm trying to be logical!"
"Logical! You think trying to save a murderer and take her back into the Order is HELPING HER!"
"It'll save her from Voldemort!"
"IT WON'T KEEP US SAFE FROM HER!"
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME!"
"I'LL DO WHAT I BLOODY WELL LIKE! IF I FIND HER I'LL TEAR HER LIMB FROM LIMB FOR WHAT SHE'S DONE!"
"Do you think this is easy for me?" Ginny asked in a quiet voice.
"It's not easy for me either, but look," Ron turned and grabbed a nearby newspaper. "'Remus Lupin has gone missing, and it is feared that he has been captured by Death Eaters.'"
"You… you seriously don't think that… that Hermione could do that? Right?"
Ron turned around. "I don't know,"
"You're just stupid and can't admit that Hermione will come back to us." Ginny said, storming away from the kitchen.
"Yeah. She'll come back so she can kill us," Ron muttered under his breath.
"Do you think she can do it?" Lucius Malfoy whispered to Voldemort.
"She killed Harry Potter. If she can do this as thoughtlessly as then, then we'll know she's the one who can help us," he said, watching the black haired girl walking around the werewolf. He unconsciously licked his lips.
"Well, Remus Lupin. Long time, no see," she breathed into his ear, walking around him, like she was deep in thought. He shivered. "Do you know why you are here, Lupin?" she said in a deadly voice.
"N… no…" he stuttered. Hermione clacked around him in her heels.
"You have vital information," she said, pulling her wand out. "Vital information that we need. Are you going to give it to me?" she said, crouching down in front of him, passing her wand from hand to hand. He looked up at her.
"Who are you? What are you? You're not the girl I taught."
"No, I'm not, because I changed Lupin. The same as you do," she said, standing up, making sure she flashed him her Dark Mark. "I'll ask again. Are you going to give us the information?"
"I'd die before I did."
"Oh, how quaint. Because that's what's going to happen if you don't co-operate."
"I'll never betray The Order. Not like you,"
"Crucio!" Hermione shouted. "Will you give us the information? I'm only going to ask once again."
"No,"
"CRUCIO!" she shouted louder, her eyes narrowing. "One more time. Are you going to give us the information?"
"I thought I'd made it perfectly clear. I said no," Lupin looked up, panting.
"Wrong answer. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Hermione said, watching as Lupin dropped dead.
"Very good Mya. Very good," Voldemort said, standing up. "Would you join me in my office? We have some matters to discuss. Malfoy, dispose of the body. Send it back to The Order,"
"Master, sir, couldn't you use it as one of your Inferi?"
"I could, but it would be a waste of a spell. He'd deviate and go back to The Order,"
"Of course," Lucius said, turning and charming the body to hover.
"Mya, this way," Voldemort said, motioning for her to follow. "I must say, I admire your killing technique. It is… very original,"
"Thank you master," Mya said. "I didn't think of it as original, I just went with what I thought I should be doing."
"It is what you were meant to be doing. I know you can't tell us the location of The Order's headquarters, due to that infernal Fidelius Charm, but you are able to tell us the plans… am I right?"
"I've told you all I can, but if you need me to find out more, capture some and let me have… my way with them," Mya said, grinning evilly.
"Oh, no… I'm not having that… though… it does sound tempting," he said, grinning slightly at the thought of what his Mya could do behind a locked door.
"Master, if I may interject, I think you may be enjoying the idea more that I am," she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh, yes. Very much so," Voldemort said. So what if he was flirting? He was feeling strange. He hadn't felt this before, like he actually cared for Hermione, his Mya. He tried to shake the feeling off. "I will think on it and get back to you," he said, dragging his piercing gaze over her slender form. She didn't blush; in fact she seemed to like him staring at her. She turned her head to one side, and smiled, showing her white teeth.
"See something you like there, Tom?" she grinned.
A/N - OK, R&R... Please take into account what I said at the top... BETA reader and exammy thingys... No nasty reviews please. Nasty reviewing people get slapped with a fish.
