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"It's time, Draco, let's go," Harry said softly.
Draco merely nodded. It was time for another one of the missions that the aurors had received.
5 years have passed since the fateful day which Hermione had sacrificed herself in order to save Draco from the clutches of Voldemort. Since then, Draco became such a quiet man who always seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He and Harry strived to become aurors and now, both of them were top aurors. Yet even though they have taken down countless Deatheaters, there seemed to be no end to it all. Voldemort was still on the loose, and Draco had no idea what he had done to Hermione. It pained him to think about the endless and dreadful possibilities, even though it has been for so long since they parted. Draco was tired of the fighting and he has experienced disappointment so many times. He'd look forward to meeting Hermione every time the aurors go out on a mission and every time, she'd not appear. Yet he just wouldn't believe that she was dead. His sweet Hermione couldn't be dead; she just couldn't be. His heart would just stop beating if that were true.
Harry eventually got married to a muggle, Sheila Campbell. He's happy with the marriage and with his two kids, waiting for him to come home everyday. It hurts him so to see his good friend, Draco, in such pain. He wants Draco to feel the same kind of joy he himself experiences when he goes back home and gets a warm welcome from his loving wife and kids. But he knows that Draco would never find that sort of peace and happiness with anyone other than Hermione. That's why on every mission, both he and Draco would strive to find Hermione. However, Harry himself has lost quite a bit of hope. It's been 5 years, Harry often thinks to himself, what hope could there be?
Yet they both search, for the existence of Hermione Granger.
"On your left, Draco!"
Draco ducked to the right and Harry finished the last Deatheater off. The aurors cheered, except for Harry and Draco. They knew another mission had gone by without them finding Hermione, nor even the slightest clue to where she was, and whether she was still alive or not.
The aurors were about to return back to the Ministry of Magic when Draco heard a slight flutter in the bushes behind him. No one else but him seemed to have heard it and he thought he had imagined it. Yet a strange feeling tugged at him, so he decided to investigate it.
"You guys go ahead. I have something I need to do first."
Harry looked at Draco with a questioning look in his eyes, but Draco nodded to indicate that he'd be all right on his own. Harry then left with the other aurors.
Draco then followed the direction of slight shuffle of leaves earlier on. He walked on for quite a distance when he saw someone in front of him. He pulled out his wand and was about to attack the hooded Deatheater before him when the Deatheater disappeared.
Draco looked around more closely and found that the person had grabbed a flower earlier on as a Portkey. The Portkey was still there. Draco wondered if he should ask for more help from the other aurors in case this clue really led him to Voldemort. In the end, he sent a signal to Harry about his whereabouts. With that, he grabbed the Portkey.
Draco felt his two feet land on solid ground and he opened his eyes. Where am I?
The place was creepy, with no flowers nor grass nor whatsoever. It was like a graveyard, except that it didn't even have tombstones or anything. It was a wasteland, which reeked of blood and evil. Draco explored the place for a while before he heard a few more feet hit the ground behind him.
He pulled out his wand and turned around, only to find Harry and a few other aurors.
"What is this place," Harry asked, as he also seemed to be creeped out by the weird aura the place was giving out.
"It reeks of blood, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." Harry scrutinized the area and had the same conclusion as Draco. They both had no conclusion.
"There's nothing here, Draco," Harry said.
"I know, but I saw a Deatheater grab the Portkey earlier on."
"Do you think it might have been a trap?"
"Maybe. But if it were, then why isn't anybody here to welcome us?"
Harry was about to answer when someone answered that question for him.
"Very well. A warm welcome you shall get," hissed someone.
"Voldemort." Harry muttered under his breath while Draco looked around frantically to find the source of the voice.
"No need to search. I'm right here," hissed Voldemort.
Draco and Harry looked ahead and the mist cleared.
Voldemort stood before them, but he wasn't alone. On his right was Wormtail and Lucius Malfoy. On his left was…
"Hermione?" Both Harry and Draco exclaimed as pure shock took over their bodies.
A/N: I know it's a short chapter.. but I really can't help it. I'm rushing out sooo many of my stories now. It's finally the hols, but I'm working from Mon to Fri, so I only have the weekends to rush them out. Plus I'm writing a new story which involves Sesshoumaru and a new character which I created. Those who watch or read about Inuyasha should know what I'm talking about. Yup, so Inuyasha fans, please read the story and review! Heh, sorry, couldn't help but advertise a bit for my new story. My point is, I'm rushing not only Harry Potter stories, but also stories of other genres. Like Beyblade and Inuyasha. Yup, I'm going to upload another chapter of My Sassy Girl (my Beyblade fic) as soon as I can. )