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Hermione fell back into a restless sleep, dreading seeing her old love once more. What was he going to do with her? In the last battle he seemed unstable, falling into fits of rage every opportunity. She prayed that he had a cooler head.
As she laid in her bed, she listened to the sounds of pacing footsteps outside the door. She did not dare call out, in fear that it was a Death Eater or worse...Voldemort.
Curiosity bested the young witch as she forced her eyes open, surveying her surroundings. The draperies that hung over the windows were a light periwinkle, a color that she was unfamilar with inside the castle. As Hermione noticed this she also realized that the only bed in the room was the one she lounged on...a teacher's room? She wondered, at first doubting this but her mind was made up when she noticed the tall, seemingly-useless spindly contraptions planted all around the room. Dumbledore's bedroom...
Without warning the door swung open, a tall, muscular shadow looming in the darkened hallway. Hermione bit back a scream of shock, not wishing to give the intruder any satisfaction.
"Ah, Hermione..." A familiar voice mumbled, Hermione's eyes widening as she recognized the man in her room. It cannot be, it cannot be...it was. Before her was the unmistakable form of Percy Weasley, third eldest of the Weasley brood.
"Percy," Hermione spat the name out with what she hoped to be contempt, though on further reflection she realized that she had betrayed her own surprise to the odious man in her chambers.
"I have long wondered where you were off to. Mister Malfoy had assigned me the task of finding the prison that held you. I am rather pleased to say that I succeeded most greatly." An evil smile flickered across the red-haired man's face. Though she had liked him the least out of all the Weasley's she had still expected better from him.
"If you mother could see you..." She proclaimed, anger dancing in her eyes. She no longer felt the pain that was customary with being hexed twice, the rage bubbling inside of her fueled her.
"Too bad my mother is dead, along with many of the other respectable members of The Order Of The Phoenix." Percy replied with a cold, calm aloofness that was usually expected from a Malfoy.
"Betray your family? Your blood?" Her wonderment got the best of her as she interrogated the revolting man before her, though he was just amused at her fiery behavior.
"A year in prison did not remove that spark, did it?" She was uncomfortable with his tone but ignored it, jumping out of the bed and staring at him defiantly.
"You disgusting excuse for a man, how dare you be disloyal all those you loved you, even if you were undeserving?" She could not help but smile as the confident grin faded from Percy's face.
"I go where the power is." Her responded dismissively, attempting to conceal his fluster and frustration that Hermione could still get the best of him, no matter their surroundings. He was living like a prince doing what he was asked and she was scum scooped off the bottom of a cell floor and she still could anger him? He had refrained from those emotions years ago, yet she could still spark his humanity.
"Why am I not dead, Weasley? I heard Voldemort was getting hex-happy with all the remaining members of The Order, and yet here I am, alive and kicking." She flexed her leg to illustrate her point, watching as Percy's hands clenched into fists.
"I do not know why Master Malfoy wishes you alive, but it is not my job nor right to question my betters, and I need not answer to you." He barked, though his voice was no higher than hers. His urge to slap her grew by the moment.
"I thought that you were a Ministy lapdog, yet here you are. I remember my fifth and fourth year, how you and Fudge made fools of yourselves declaring Dumbledore senile and Harry insane. You clung to the system then, did you not? I suppose the thickness of blood means nothing to you." Her words stung worse than any poison, but Percy just leered in return. Any joy that lingered in his eyes years ago had faded. He was just a sad, pathetic puppet. It was almost nauseating to see him so.
Percy whipped his wand out, waving it in the air strangely, whiffs of dark blue smoke expelling from its tip. This is it, I am killed by Percy? Hermione wondered, scowling. She had never thought that her death would be so pitiful...yet she did not die.
In almost an instant four Death Eaters appeared by the door, their wands out and ready as well. With faint surprise she backed away, groping onto a window in hopes that it would magically pop open.
Percy and the Death Eaters just laughed at the ignorant assumption. "We know better than to keep the windows and doors unjinxed, Hermione." His use of her name made Hermione want to retch. In an instant the Death Eaters flocked around her, snatching her arms and hips, jeering and taunting her. She felt the familiar anger and disgust fill her as she focused her rage on the people around her, at last having enough strength to...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" She shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head for but an instant before the guards released her, their laughter intensifying.
"Look at this stupid Mudblood! She doesn't even have a wand and she's..." But the Death Eater was unable to complete the sentence as a wave of green rushed over him and his surrounding comrades, their bodies falling to the ground like bricks...
"I don't need a wand, you stupid twats." She snapped in reply, kicking the bodies as she stalked out the room, knocking Percy over (seeing as her rage was not directed at him) as she snatched the wand straight out of his hands.
I'll explain how she is able to accomplish this in the next chapter, and remember...more reviews mean happy Seghen and happy Seghen means quicker updates:)
