DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Kidnapped
(A/N: not to spoil but I'm honestly killing Harry in this chapter. Or the next. Just a heads up)
Chapter 14
Sirius and Hermione landed in front of Grimmauld Place and he led her in, as she started to cry in happiness. When they got in, Arthur and Molly Weasley greeted them immediately.
"Hermione!" Molly squealed and hugged her tightly. "Are you alright? You're as white as a sheet! Come on, we'll get you some hot chocolate. And then you need some rest." Molly said. Before Arthur could even say 'hello' molly was ushering Hermione into the kitchen.
"Do you think she was hurt or anything?" Arthur asked Sirius.
"Well, judging by her state of dress, she wasn't exactly kept in the dungeons for all 2 weeks."
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Hermione sat at the kitchen table, that night, tears silently leaving her eyes and she drank her hot chocolate. Molly had fetched her a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Arthur asked Molly from the doorway.
"Can't say. Still no news of Harry?"
"Neither Lupin's nor Moody's team have reported him seen."
"What do you think's happening to him?"
"With You-Know-Who knowing that Hermione's gone? I don't want to know what He's doing to Harry."
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Harry screamed at the top of his lungs as Voldemort Crucio-d him again. For the 100th time in the hour.
"Where is she?!" the Dark Lord roared over Harry's screams.
"I . . . . won't . . . ." he screamed harder as Voldemort increased the strength of the Crucio.
"Tell me, Harry. I am getting very impatient."
"I'm . . . not . . . gonna . . . tell you." he panted as his enemy released him from the excruciating curse.
"Then who was the man that took her?"
"I didn't . . . see him."
"Lucius!" the Dark Lord barked at his Death Eater.
"Yes, milord?"
"Get me the Veritaserum(sp?)"
"Yes, milord." Lucius walked over to the table in the room and picked up a small bottle. He walked over to his Lord and handed him the bottle.
"I trust you don't want me to use this, Harry?"
"I'm not going to tell you."
"My boy, you will when I give you this."
In a flash, Voldemort was kneeling by Harry, one hand on his chin, the other holding the small vial.
"Open up." Voldemort sneered sarcastically as he cast Imperius on his victim. Harry fought the curse, barely, and his mouth slowly opened. Voldemort poured in a lot more than 3 drops and released the spell. He pushed Harry's head back and Harry unwillingly swallowed the truth potion.
"Where would they take her?" Voldemort hissed.
"12 Grimmauld Place."
"Who took her?"
"The Order of the Phoenix."
"What do they want with her?"
"I don't know."
"Why didn't they save you?"
"I don't know."
"Then you have proved yourself no longer useful." Voldemort stood up. "Oh, and Harry, do you love her?"
"Yes."
"Good boy." He praised sarcastically and started to leave the room. But he shot around. "Avada Kedavra." The light left Harry's eyes and he slumped down, his body unmoving. "Come Lucius."
"Where are we going, milord?"
"We're visiting a friend."
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Hermione slept roughly through the nights, nightmares plaguing her unconsciousness. Dreams of Harry dying, being murdered by Voldemort. Dreams of his arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place. Dreams of death. Of pain. Of misery. Of her own misery.
Hermione was in her room, sitting on her bed, brushing her hair whilst reading a book. The usual noises downstairs, like Molly cooking, Tonks laughing, people talking etc were disrupted by the door opening. Someone called out Lupin's name, as if talking to said werewolf.
But the enterer of the house gave no reply. Shouts, clatters, screams and many other noises filled the house. Hermione put down her book and brush, grabbed her wand and ran out of the room.
Hermione ran onto the landing, but crashed into Sirius.
"Sirius!" she cried.
"Hermione, it's Him. He's come for you. Go up to the top floor, into Buckbeak's room, he'll protect you. Don't come down, no matter what." He instructed her, giving her a push up the next flight of stairs.
"But-"
"Go!" he snapped at her and started down the stairs. She looked after him, before accepting the inevitable and ran up the stairs. She went to the very top, and the screams followed her, even though they stayed on the ground floor. Hermione ran into Buckbeak's room, bowed to him, waited until he bowed back and then ran up to him.
"We've got trouble, Beaky. Voldemort's here," even Buckbeak flinched at the name, "and he's after me." Before she could say another word, Buckbeak's beak enclosed loosely on her sleeve and pushed her behind him. She thanked him and crouched down in the corner.
The screams stopped, and were followed by a defining silence.
"Hermione." Voldemort's voice called through the house in a sing-song tone. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. My dear, the longer you delay, the more of your side will die. Every 5 seconds you delay, 1 member of your precious Order shall die. You have just over 2 minutes to come down here, before I burn this place to the ground, whether you're in it or not."
Hermione shot up in her bed, and screamed. A moment later, Molly, Arthur, Lupin and Sirius Apparated into the room, wands drawn. Seeing no danger, they lowered their wands and Molly rushed over to her and shook her gently.
"Hermione?" she asked.
Hermione snapped out of her Trans and hugged Molly tightly, whilst weeping on her shoulder.
"What was it this time?" Lupin asked.
"He came here. He threatened to kill you all unless I went to him."
"Did you see when this happened?"
"No. But it's soon."
"How could you tell?" Arthur asked.
"I don't know. I just knew. Maybe a week. 2 at the most." She said.
"We have to place Wards around the house." Sirius told the rest of the adults present.
"He'll get through them." Hermione warned.
"We'll have to chance it. It would be better to have Wards and delay his entrance then to have none and practically invite him in." Molly said softly.
"Let's get to it then."