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As time went by, the crowds of deatheaters slowly thinned out. The compartment was silent for a moment, mostly in shock, but in fear as well. No one would have guessed that there had been so many deatheaters. Hermione watched Professor Dumbledore as he kept on looking out the window as if something, or someone, was out there. It frightened her to see Dumbledore in shock. It seemed as if he had always known everything before hand, and to see him like this was frightening.

A thought struck Hermione. If she was not going to disappear from the Three Broomsticks until eight hours from now, how could she be sure her other self was not going to be captured by Voldemort? Since he was not going to find anyone at Hogwarts, what was keeping him from attacking Hogsmeade? It was not safe for her other self to be there, even if she was going to disappear in eight hours. Eight hours was enough time to break, rebuild, and get answers.

"Professor Dumbledore, if my other self is in Hogsmeade, couldn't she be captured by the deatheaters?"

Dumbledore turned toward Hermione with a look she had never seen in his eyes before, terror.

Hermione glanced over her shoulder again. Even though Professor Dumbledore had told her she would be perfectly safe here, something felt utterly wrong. The Three Broomsticks was not as safe as it could be. But then, it could be the fact that she was going to disappear in eight hours. Dumbledore had known that she was bright enough not to go insane because of this whole disappearing thing, but she was getting pretty close. None of the books in the library ever said anything about time turner mistakes and such, or what happened to the other self once they disappeared.

The door to the Three Broomsticks opened again, letting the cool breeze flow in. Hermione kept on drinking her butterbeer. She had turned around every other time to see who was entering, and it always ended up as some random witch or wizard. A hooded figure walked up to the bar and sat next to her.

"Hello Miss Granger." A cold raspy voice said from beneath the hood.

"And who do you think you are?" Hermione was already annoyed enough for the day; she did not need anyone else to help out.

"Someone who could never affect you, but could lead to your destruction."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

The hooded figure pulled back his hood, and Lucius Malfoy's face appeared.

"You will be coming with me."

"The thing is," Hermione stood up, "you can't. If you have not noticed yet, we are in a room full of…" Hermione looked around. She wasn't in the Three Broomsticks anymore. "Where am I?"

"Welcome to Lord Voldemort's dungeon mudblood; I suspect he will be with you shortly."

Lucius Malfoy threw Hermione into one of the cells, and he walked out of the dungeon, closing the door behind him. Hermione was trapped in absolute darkness, something she had been afraid of ever since she was a child.

Hours later, Hermione was still trapped in the cell, and nobody had come. If she had calculated correctly, she would disappear in around five minutes.

The door to the dungeon opened, filling the room with an eerie glow. Two figures walked down the staircase towards where Hermione was. They were both speaking softly to themselves, and Hermione could barely make out what they were saying, but she had a feeling it was best not to know. Pale hands unlocked the cell door, and Hermione saw two crimson colored eyes staring at her. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione disappeared before he began to talk.

Hermione was lying down on her bed as the memories flashed into her mind. Lucius Malfoy at the bar. A dark prison cell. A long wait. Two crimson eyes staring at her. Exhaustion fell over her body, and her eyes closed into a deep slumber.

"My lord, what happened to her?"

"It seems our little friend decided to cheat, but in the end it will be her that has to pay."

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