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Lucius Malfoy held out his hand towards her, and she knew that no other choice but to grab a hold of it. He would take them both to wherever her father was, but that was as much forethought that she had of his plan. His comment about 'setting her father free forever' really had not settled her nerves down at all, but there was always the chance that instead of killing him, her father might never be bothered by Voldemort and his Death Eaters for the rest of his hopefully long life.
Hermione lightly touched Lucius Malfoy's gloved hand and waited for the world around her to start disappearing. Mr. Malfoy seemed to pause for a second once she had touched his hand, maybe out of surprise, but he quickly took out his wand and started the dissaperating process. In less than five seconds, they were back in the dungeon that her old self had been placed in what only seemed like an hour ago.
"I am glad that you recognize this place," Lucius Malfoy said right before he disappeared again.
Hermione sighed in relief when he left, and hoped that he would not remember that she still had her wand. If she could keep it without them realizing it, there would be a chance that she might be able to save both herself and her father, but is she dissaperated now, her father might never be saved.
After her wand was lit, she looked around to see if her father was in any of the cells that were around her. No such luck. All of the cells that went down the hallway were empty, and there seemed to be no staircase out. If anything, this was probably just the only place that Lucius Malfoy could put her while knowing that there would be no way for her to escape.
Hermione looked more closely at each of the cells and realized that they did not even have locks on them. The cells could have been locked by magic, or maybe they were just there to make people emotionally unbalanced. Compared to her old self's experience of being in one of them, being trapped in a hallway with almost no barriers seemed to be more calming.
With her wand still lighted up, Hermione found her way back to the point where Lucius Malfoy had left her and sat down. There was a quick debate in her mind whether or not to keep the wand lighted up or not, but her fear of having her only resource taken away from her was much worse than her fear of the dark. When the light was gone, Hermione put her wand on one of the inside pockets of her jeans that she had bought at a wizarding shop.
In the darkness, Hermione thought about what Harry and Ron would have done if they were in the same situation that she was in. Harry would probably have gone and killed every Death Eater that came into his eyesight, and Ron might have found a way to dissaperate back to his own house. It was a nice thought that she would be the only one of the three that took the 'captive' situation best.
"I am glad that you decided to go along with our little plan," a voice said from behind her.
Hermione shrieked.
"Oh dear, is heroine of our story scared?" Hermione did not turn around. She knew who was behind her and had no want of seeing his face again.
"I was just surprised by the unknown, which is a completely human reaction."
Hermione heard Voldemort walk in front of her and stop, but she still could not see his face. It was too dark to make out any image around her
"Completely human Miss Granger? I would think that you thought yourself above that position. You were the top of your class, the brains behind the boy wonder, and you were able to reorder time. I am surprised that you do not think yourself a god."
Her suspicions had been true. Lord Voldemort knew about what she had done. When he had tried to attack Hogwarts, he had found it empty, and her old self had mysteriously vanished in front of him without the possession of a wand. It would only take a bit of thought to figure out what had happened.
"Now, I must ask you Miss Granger, would you prefer to stay here to tell me of the light side's defeat, or maybe somewhere more appropriate for the task?"
He was playing with her, but the feelings that went down her spine still did not feel good.
"Where is my father?"
Voldemort chuckled. "I would thought that you would have found him by now. You do know that he is down here I hope."
"No he is not," Hermione screamed.
"Might I ask how you know that?"
Hermione had to think quickly. She had responded to his last statement without pausing to think.
"I would have heard him breathing," she said quietly.
"I must add observant to the many characteristics that I have heard you have. For your sake, your father is still alive. He will be taken back to where he was found, and I promise that none of us will seek him out again."
Hermione let out a small 'thank you' out of habit without realizing whom she was telling it to.
"I reward my helpers," Voldemort said coolly.
"How have I…"
Voldemort interrupted her. "You fell for the trap Miss Granger. You tried to be a hero, like Mr. Potter, by saving your father. Little did you know that you would be turned into the bait."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she realized how stupid she had been. How could she have not seen this coming? She had had so many years of knowing everything and seeing everything in advance that she never thought that anything could ever be overlooked. Hermione silently groaned into her hands when she realized that she had one chance to get out of this mess.
By using the darkness, she slid her wand out of her jeans, and waited for Voldemort to start talking again. Right as the first syllable left his mouth, she attacked.
"Stupefy!" a red lightning bolt was emitted from her wand and she saw Voldemort's face before he fell down. He didn't even look surprised.
"Crucio," a voice said from behind her. Hermione yelled from the pain that was being inflicted upon her, but caught a glance of who had cast the spell.
When the spell was taken off of her, Lord Voldemort smiled and walked around to where her head was. Hermione looked back at the Voldemort that she had cursed to the floor and then to the one above her.
"Don't you find it fascinating how a bit of polyjuice potion can make a person believe anything? Wormtail has done a spectacular job."
Author's Note:
I believe that the only way I can say this is that I am really sorry. I have never had such a large writer's block in my life, and I also have not had any time whatsoever with school and all. I promise that I will try my hardest to keep up constant updating, and I would like to thank WannaBArtist, Nicky, Agent Pheonix, Mandi, Iliana Elizabeth, Kaoz of Slytherin, Star Twinkle Angel??????, Raspberri13, Lovenotknown, Warpaint13, Indigo Spirit, CareBearErin, DarkKitsunecub, and Squiggles.Candi for reviewing. I would not been able to write again without looking at the reviews that you guys sent me.