AUTHOR NOTE:

I am so happy to be able to come back to this story! I currently don't have a set update time/days as I have to edit my own work and I usually do that in between work. But do expect more in the coming months!

Disclaimer: All characters and original story belong to JK Rowling.

- Chapter 7 -

Hermione was jumping with excitement as she explained to Harry that Molly would not let them into the Black Library since it might be filled with dark objects and traps so to finally be able to grasp more books than they had in the Hogwarts Library was making her happier than a niffler surrounded by gold.

As soon as they reached the doors that they had ignored earlier, Hermione pushed them open and it felt like the they entered an entirely new building.

Almost every wall was covered with floor to ceiling bookshelves filled to the brim with books and other texts. The center of the library had a huge round table with even more books on top of it. Dark blue rugs covered most of the floor in the room and There was a fire place just across the doors, around it was comfy mismatched couches that were all a different shade of grey.

Aside from the scattered lamps that gave the room a dimmed and cozy atmosphere, the only other light coming into the huge room was from large windows just to the back of the room. The normally sunny weather that they had been having was now cloudy and grey which meant it was about to rain.

Hermione let out a squeal "Oh Harry! Just think about all the information we can find here! And I bet we I can help you finish your school work before we leave!"

She didn't wait a second, she ran from book shelf to book shelf looking over the books and pulling some out to fully read. Harry smiled, enjoying seeing her happy, even though he was dreading the school work part. He followed behind her, helping her hold the books she wanted to read further.

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Hermione was settled at the center table reading a huge first edition of the History Of Magic that she explained to Harry was very rare to find now in days. There was also a pile of books scattered around her, one side of books she had already read thru and the other side had the books she had yet to read.

Harry had been letting her read for about a good 4 hours now and every time he tried to say something to her, she would respond with a grumble so he decided to let her be. 'She must be researching something.' He mused.

He had wandered around the Library himself, looking through some spell books and dark arts texts but nothing really caught his eye. So he had slumped back over to one of the over-sized sofas and laid down. He was watching the small flames dance from the fire that Dipsey had insisted on starting up for them in the fireplace. The crackling sounds of the wood burning was soothing the headache that he had been trying to ignore since this morning.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind relax but instead of feeling less tense all he felt was anger. 'But why?' he thought, 'Why am I so angry? I forgave Hermione. I am still angry with Dumbledore but not to this extent..' He sighed and rubbed his temples. 'Maybe... the voice...' he thought for a second, letting the walls he put up down to but before he could relax a bit further a piercing pain ripped thru his scalp. His hands reached up and gripped his hair.

But as suddenly as the pain had started, it disappeared. He no longer heard the crackling of the fire and the air was ice cold. As if all the happiness in the world was banished.

Confused, he slowly opened his eyes, he was no longer in the library. Instead he was looking at the bruised and frantic face of Lucius Malfoy. He was laying on his stomach and was coughing up blood on the black marble floor. The room he was suddenly in had stark white walls, large clear windows and any furniture he glanced at was black or green.

Harry had no idea how he got there and as he came to find out, he also had no control of his actions as he felt himself open his mouth unwillingly.

"Lucius.. how you disappoint me.." He hissed menacingly. He walked around the beaten man, sneering in disgust. "You ran from your Lord.. Lied about your alliance... Betrayed me.."

Lucius looked up at Voldemort, fear clear in his eyes. "My lord, please, we thoug-" He was cut off suddenly by another Cursio, his screams piercing the room, venomous joy filled the Dark Lord's ears before he cut the spell off.

"I don't wish to hear your excuses! You defied me Lucius... I must teach you a lesson" Voldemort sneered, a hint of a smirk forming on his snake like face as an idea popped into his mind.

He watched the the useless man before cough up even more blood, with evil joy before whipping around to face the others in the room. Wormtail and Narcissa Malfoy came into view standing against the south wall near what looked like the main door of the room.

Wormtail, in his hybrid rat likeness due to too many years in his animagus form, was pathetically shaking in fear but Narcissa had a set emotionless expression. Her bright blue eyes seemed like empty pools, her hair neatly pulled up in a bun and her posture upright and formal. A true pure blood woman as her mother had beaten her to be.

"Narcissa, would you be so kind as to bring your son here." Voldemort instructed more than asked.

"Yes, My lord." She answered with no hesitation and bowed before leaving the room. Voldemort then turned right around towards Lucius. Suddenly something clinked in Lucius's mind as he looked up at the Dark Lord gleeful face with pleading eyes

"My Lord.. please! He is only a boy! Punish me instead!" the blonde man begged.

"I am punishing you Malfoy! Now get up!" The Dark Lord yelled at the pathetic excuse of a man.

Lucius, though struggling, got up very quickly. Worry and fear still evident on his face. But, before more could be said, Draco Malfoy was being escorted into the room by his Mother.

From what Harry, thru Voldemort's eyes, could see Draco was confident and controlled. If he was scared, he hid it well. His face and grey eyes were just as emotionless as his Mother's. His platinum blonde hair was no longer slicked back with gel, it was instead, combed back and naturally parted. He had grown an extra foot since the end of the year and was wearing an all black suit.

Draco did not acknowledge his Father and walked directly towards the Dark Lord and stopped just a few feet in front of the snake like man.

"My Lord." Draco addressed Voldemort and bowed deeply.

"Draco... my boy... I have summoned you today to give you a mission..." Voldemort hiss softly. "I need you to be my informant.. My eyes so to speak.. I need you to keep a close watch on Harry Potter and those in the Order. Befriend him if you have to... and if you find anything useful, you will send word to your Severus Snape right away." The Dark Lord explained. "If you should succeed, come next summer, I will bestow you with the dark mark and accept you in my ranks.. However.." Voldemort walked over to Lucius and pressed his wand to the man's throat and stared straight into Draco's grey eyes, "Should you fail, I will have you personally kill your Father and your Mother.. do I make myself clear, Draco?"

For a split second, fear flickered across Draco's eyes before an emotionless mask took over. "Crystal clear, my Lord." Draco accepted with another bow.

Slowly Harry's vision went hazy and he was suddenly thrown back to his own body with a gasp. Sweat drenched his face and body, he was shaking as if he were freezing cold and all his muscles were twitching from the tension they were in.

His head throbbed in pain as he looked around frantically, 'I'm safe. I'm In the library.' he tried to calm himself. The fire n front of him was still burning as it was before he went into Voldemort's mind.

He tried to stand up but his legs protested. "Her-" His mouth was so dry he struggled to form words. "Hermione.." He croaked out as he forced himself to get up, gripping the arm rest for balance.

"Her..mione.." He looked over at her, she was still reading but he heard her grumble in response. She was turning to look at him as he said, "H-help. Voldemort." His legs buckled under him and before his head hit the floor, he was out like a light.

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