In this chapter we find out where Hermione is and what Harry's reaction is! Thank you forthe one person whowrote a review for chapter 1! I hope you aren't disappointed with this chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:I still dont own Harry Potter because JK wont give it to me! oh well better luck next time!
Hermione
It was a beautiful summers day and the sun was shining brighter than gold. She was having a picnic with Harry in the field outside the Burrow and she had never felt more content. She rested her head on Harry's shoulder and for the first time ever felt that no one and nothing could ever harm her. She felt Harry lift up her head, and she gazed into those bright green eyes, that were a gateway into his soul. He had never been able to hide anything from her because it always showed in his eyes and Hermione could read him better than anyone. But all of a sudden those beautiful green eyes were no longer green. They became a vivid red and his nostrils had become slit-like. The hands that now held her were long and pale, like spiders and she was gazing into the face of Lord Voldemort! She struggled, but he held her tight, his lip curling as he pulled her closer and kissed her. She felt as if ice were entering her from her lips and struggled worse than ever. But he held he tightly, his grip cutting off her circulation. She couldn't breathe and his coldness was suffocating her. Then blackness came…
Hermione awoke with a start panting as if she had just run a mile. That dream, it has been so real and vivid. She could still taste Voldemort's icy lips on hers and she shuddered violently. It was only then that she remembered what had happened before she lost consciousness and realized that she was not alone. Lucius Malfoy was towering over her with a malicious grin on his face. She flinched away from his intense gaze and tried to move. Chains clanged as she moved her arms and tried to free herself. Lucius chuckled evilly and bent down towards her.
"There is no point in struggling," he whispered softly in his ear. "You cannot escape and it would be foolish to even try."
"Let me go!" Hermione spat "Why have you brought me here? It's Harry you want!"
"On the contrary, you are exactly who we want. As for why, I think I will leave that to your imagination. I have heard that you are quite intelligent, for a Mudblood". And with this he left up a stepladder, which disappeared with him as he step though the trap door. With the door shut the room was left in an ebony darkness that was impenetrable by the human eye. The rats, however, seemed to get along fine. She could feel their bodies brushing against her as they scurried along the floor, and their claws scratched at the floor like dead men's nails. If she had been in a more hopeless situation she couldn't remember it. In all her adventures she had never been alone. Harry and Ron had always been there. Harry! As she sat against that wall in the bitter cold, Harry she thought, she was never going to see him again.
HarryHarry remembered very little of what had happen for the rest of that day. In a daze he was buffeted to and fro, never really knowing where he was and not caring much either. He strongly remembered Ron taking him to the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey trying to stuff him full of every potion known to man, but the rest was a multicoloured blur. Shock. That word seemed to be coming up a lot. But his hearing was not really working either. It seemed as if his whole body had gone on shut down and he had lost all desire to be. He kept on seeing her face, her face as she laid in Lucius' arms and he kept thinking, if I had tried just that little bit harder I could have reached her, I had loved her half as much as I though I did I could have saved her. He hated himself. He hated Lucius. But most of all he hated Voldemort. He hated him like fire hates water. It was him; it all came back to him. And there was nothing Harry could do about it.
Harry vaguely heard someone speaking to him softly from behind him and dully felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't care. The only thing that truly mattered in his life was Hermione and she was gone. Voldemort had taken her; just like he had taken everyone else he had ever loved! He screamed in frustration and pain. He hit, kicked and rampaged around everything in his path until everything around him was a blur of frustrated tears. Finally when he no longer had any energy he collapsed onto the floor and looked around him for the first time. He was in Dumbledore's office, or what use to be his office. His possessions lay scattered and broken on the floor and all his cabinet were shattered. Dust was rising all around him and the portraits on the wall were coughing and spluttering. Harry looked down at his hands and saw blood trickling down them where the glass had penetrated his skin. His face was shining with sweat, but mostly tears. He raised his head and saw a pair of blues eyes behind a pair of half moon spectacles. He felt Dumbledore lift him to his feet and place his hand on his shoulder. "It's alright Harry," he said gently and he lead him though the destruction towards his desk, which was thankfully unscathed.
Once comfortably seated behind his desk he raised his head and gazed at Harry, a penetrating stare, which Harry avoided. He was in no mood to be examined like a specimen in a laboratory! Dumbledore sensed his hostility.
"I know this is very difficult for you Harry, but please understand, I have to think of your safety too." He said in a quiet tone. His safety! He was fine it was Hermione who was in trouble! When Harry refused to respond he continued
"I cannot allow you be placed in danger, and therefore I must have your word that you will not go after Miss Granger, no matter what. There is nothing you can do for her. Search parties have already been sent out and the best Aurors are hunting for Lucius. You must have faith. They will do all that they can to find her."
Harry gave him the most mutinous stare he could muster and again refused to speak.
"Do I have you word Harry?" Dumbledore asked a little more insistently, in a tone that was not to be argued with. But Harry was not giving in.
He was just about to tell Dumbledore exactly what he thought, when his scar erupted into a pain worse than any he had ever felt. He must be dead, surely nothing but death could hurt this much. He fell to the ground and curled up against the piercing pain that dominated him. He couldn't take it anymore. He gave into the darkness and thought no more…
