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A/N: ok so this chapter is kinda... I don't know CHEESY! So don't kill the girl with the cheesiness for a problem, it can be fixed, (mind you , you need three very experienced doctors, four large pills and a waterslide to fix things like that, LOL RANDOM!) And I ask you before you read this, not to ask any questions for this chapter, because I can already tell you that they will most likely be answered in the next chapter, and if they aren't then well it is three very experienced dr.s, four large pills and one waterslide for me then, not only does it cure cheesiness, but also lack of answering questions... ha I have no idea what I am talking about, LOL!)...

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Chapter Ten

A Terrifying and Yet Quite Annoying Dream

"You will bow down to me!" A hooded figure demanded to a bushy-haired girl. There were three people in this wicked dungeon. It was dark, save for a few torches in the wall, and the cobblestone floors were wet with grime.

She merely spat at his feet. There was a blond boy chained to the wall in the corner of the room, with his wand laying but five feet in front of him. He was very surprised at the girls bravery towards this "man."

"Hermione, just do it, before he kills you!" shouted the blond boy from the wall, to the bushy brunette.

"Draco you don't understand! He killed Harry's parents! I will not bow to a MURDERER!"

the said murderer laughed at this, "So, Potter's got himself a mudblood sticking up for him now has he? How low can a boy get. It's bad enough he hangs around that man you call a headmaster, but a mudblood? How sick can a man get?"

"Don't call her mudblood, you piece of shit!" bellowed Draco.

"You best choose your words wisely," said the hooded man, as he pointed his wand at Hermione, "you, of all people should know how nasty things can get around here, Mr. Malfoy."

"I am not my father! I do not work for murderers!" Screamed Draco trying to pull himself free. He may have been strong, but even his burly arms were no match for the steel ringlets, attached to the wall.

"CHOOSE YOUR SIDE MALFOY! I advise you to choose the one that has and always will prevail."

"Funny, I never knew you supported Dumbledore and the Order. Not a very predictable move on your account, if I may say so myself."

"WRONG ANSWER!" cried the hooded figure.

"Avad-"

He was cut off, "Expelliarmus!" (eek spelling?) the cloaked man's wand flicked out of his hand, but he was quick enough to summon it back within seconds.

"Ahh, Albus, so nice of you to drop by! I was just informing young Malfoy here about the slow and painful death his little mudblood friend is about to go through." He said, now gripping Hermione's shirt collar tightly, however she looked far from frightened. Annoyed in fact, possibly because of the vile vermin that was grasping her shirt collar. She was clearly not afraid of death.

"Now Tom, let's not do anything rash." Dumbledore said calmly.

'How the fuck is he always so fucking calm?' Draco asked himself without words.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME BY MY MUDBLOOD OF A FATHER'S NAME! YOU SHALL CALL ME BY MY PROPER NAME ALBUS!" demanded the hooded fellow who's hand dropped from Hermione and pointed his wand at Dumbledore instead. She was free to move, however she didn't.

"You are indeed right, Tom, and you should not be such a hypocrite and do the same."

Tom's blood was now boiling, and he yelled, "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!"

His attention was now fully on Dumbledore, and Hermione saw this as her chance to run to where Draco's wand was laying on the cobblestone floor. She grasped it and muttered a spell so as to silently break the chains off of Malfoy. She handed him his wand back.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" screamed Draco as he pointed his wand at Tom/Voldemort.

Voldemort let out a cry of pain, but failed to die. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! (my attempt of an evil laugh, lol) Did you honestly think that you could match me? Your Dark Lord?"

"YOU ARE NOT MY LORD!"

"Think again!" Voldemort said now pointing his wand at Draco and Hermione.

"NO! You think again!" A familiar voice yelled from the doorway.

Voldemort now had a look of fright in his eyes, something Draco had never expected to see. He pivoted on his feet to turn around, only to see 'the boy who lived,' Harry Potter. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the one and only Harry Potter, we meet again."

He was not able to continue his welcome.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry yelled.

Voldemort fell to the ground almost instantly. Dead, finished, finito, never to return (Haha, I just had to rub it in, even tho it was completely predictable.)

"How is that possible?" Dumbledore asked very confused.

"Are you blind, you old coot? Harry just killed Voldemort, and you are asking questions. Draco asked rudely (he may have been on his side, but Draco still wasn't fond of Dumbledore). Dumbledore paid no attention to the rude name he had just been called, and his jaw dropped in silence.

"Professor, he doesn't know, and neither does she." Said Harry.

"Later." Said the Headmaster, still in shock. "But Harry the 7th is still out there, how could he die?"

Draco was in shock that he had not found out by some random... inkling, Dumbledore was always in the know.

Harry shook his head, "That 7th one is gone. Nagini is dead. Lord Voldemort is dead."

Dumbledore and Draco's mouths dropped for different reasons. Dumbledore was shocked that Harry had been able to find the last horcrux (spelling?), and Draco was surprised to find that the snake, Nagini, that his father claimed to be such a wonderful creature 'in his world' was now dead. As for Hermione, this was all a bit much for her to take in, and she hit the floor, unconsciously at that. All three men rushed to her side.

There was no sun to wake him up. However there was a loud crash of thunder to welcome him into the day.

"Oh thank goodness it was only a dream, I thought I was going through it again." Draco muttered to himself while rubbing his eyes clean of sleep. He then realized he had just dreamed about Harry Potter killing Voldemort. "Damn it. Even in my dreams he has to save the day."

"Who has to save the day, darling." Hermione came in and kissed him on the head, welcoming him into the day.

'She always has to walk in when I'm talking to myself, that is well annoying!' he thought to himself as he answered crudely, "Harry – Bloody – Potter."

"DRACO!" she said hitting his up the backside of his head.

Right so I know I kinda just killed Voldie off, but I can't stand writing about him, it gives me the heebie jeebies. Lol. Anyway here are the next five chapters as promised. Sorry I didn't have them up yesterday like I said I would, but I got a flu shot on Monday and I reacted so... don't kill me please! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! KISSES!