DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
I'm on holiday in Florida for 2 weeks starting on 8/8/07. Just a warning.
Kidnapped
Chapter 15
Over the next few days, the entire Order set up about 30 Wards all around the house. Hermione, insisting she was fine and wanting to help, was applying Banishing Oil onto the door frame, with Ron helping her.
"What was it like?" he asked her.
"RON!!" Molly shouted and smacked him round the back of the head, banging his head into the door.
"What was that for?!"
"Don't ask things like that." Arthur scolded and apologised to Hermione.
"Sorry, 'Mione."
"It's alright, Ron. I just don't want to talk about it." she said and renewed the Oil on the brush and began to apply it to a dry spot on the door frame.
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Voldemort had summoned Bella to his quarters again, but disappointed her.
"Bella, before you married Rodolphus, you were a Black, yes?"
"Yes, milord." She replied sullenly.
"Do you know the location of 12 Grimmauld Place?"
"Yes, milord."
"Tomorrow night, you will take me and my men to the place."
"If I may ask, milord, why?"
"I need to collect Hermione."
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The following morning, an extra 15 Wards had successfully been placed around Grimmauld Place. And there had been no news of Harry. Hermione, Molly, Ron, Lupin and Sirius were in the kitchen, taking a break from administering Wards.
"Here we go." Molly said, placing a tray of glasses full of Butterbeer on the table. "Drink up, and then get back out there."
"Making Wards is so hard." Ron groaned, taking a glass and swigging its contents.
"I'm just surprised that 18 year olds can even make Wards." Sirius commented and gulped his drink.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Ward Making is very advanced magic, Ron." Hermione explained. "That's why they don't teach it at Hogwarts. Well, they did to me."
"That's because your IQ is like 1,000!"
"No, only 192." She said simply, as if 192 was pathetic. (A/N: I'm in the top 20 for my year at my school and I'm only 123.)
"Beats mine." Ron grunted.
"By 191." Sirius joked.
"Bd." Ron grunted, earning him another clip round the ear.
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That night, Hermione was in her room, sitting on her bed, brushing her hair whilst reading a book, unknowingly repeating her premonition. 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. "It's happening! This is my dream!"
"Hermione, 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."
"And now what do I do 'cos that's when I woke up." She said to herself. A female scream filled the house. Molly. Then ...
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As Voldemort was about to point his wand at Sirius, heavy and fast footsteps sounded on the stairs. They got louder quickly and Voldemort smirked. They suddenly stopped on the floor above them all and Hermione's feet slowly came into view. She descended the stairs slowly, getting more and more terrified with every step she took.
"Ahh, my dear, you decided to join us." He said when Hermione was on the last step. She leant against the banister and put her other hand on her hip.
"Leave them alone." She ordered coldly.
"If you come with us." Voldemort replied, just as coldly, yet the sentence had a suave and smooth edge to it.
"You let all of them go."
"Fine. I give you my word." Voldemort said.
Hermione looked hesitant for a moment and then walked over to him. He grabbed her by the waist harshly and she squeaked as he pulled her against him.
"Oh, I've missed you, Hermione. But the wedding will make up for that."
Hermione just looked away. She gazed at the Order members and searched for some understanding in their eyes. They gave none. Some were furious. Some were fearing. Some were sad. But none showed understanding. She looked away and saw Lucius over Voldemort's shoulder.
They stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. But only a second or 2 passed. Hermione broke the gaze, sending Lucius into silent fury.
"Let them go now. You've got me. Let them go!" Hermione ordered.
"Oh, my dear. You really are naïve aren't you? Do you think I would just let members of the Order of the Phoenix go? When I have all of them kneeling before myself and my Death Eaters?"
Before Hermione could say anything, every Death Eater in the room sent off a Killing Curse to anyone in the group of Order members.
"NOOOO!!" Hermione screamed, as Sirius, Kingsley, Arthur Weasley, Ron and Bill collapsed onto the floor. All life gone from their bodies. She clawed at Voldemort's arms around her waist, but got nowhere. He just chuckled at her fury, mixed with sadness and Apparated them back to his castle.