A/N- Wow.. Second chapter finally done.. Hope you all like it.

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His platinum blonde hair was swept back in the wind. The air rushed around him wildly as they drove through the many streets of London. His dark haired friend drove the black Mustang GT very quickly and took many sharp turns. Just as Draco was beginning to relax again, he heard some loud bangs. He told Blaise to pull over. They were just across the street from the dorm building of an old highschool. He saw the door slowly open and 7 people exited. From first glances, he could see that only one was a girl. She was wearing a black fedora and a very familiar mask.

'The girl slowly unwrapped the black box. He heard her gasp as she pulled out a decorative leather mask. He glared with a hint of jealousy as Potter tied it gently around her face.'

He could still hear her happy giggles. It was Granger.

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The dark haired damsel walked ahead of 6 other teens. They all wore black bowler hats and there were 'Scream' masks carefully strapped to each of their faces. Hermione's face was only half covered. The top half of her face wore a decorative leather mask. Her hair was loose and dangling down her back. She wore a black fedora with 2 feathers tucked into the silk hatband.

Hermone liked it best this way. All of her people looked almost like gentlemen.

Had one of them opened their coats, any viewers would have imedietly seen the 4 guns strapped inside. They each had 2 revolvers, all .22 caliber. They each also had 2 machine guns, all .45 ACP.

They walked in silence for a long time, through dusty roads and narrow alleys. When they finally reached the building, Hermione pulled out the key. She inserted it into the lock and slowly turned it. It swung open soundlessy.

They were in a dark hallway with doors leading all the way down on both sides and a staircase at the end that led to more dorms.

They each seperated and walked down the hallways to different doors. Hermione raised her right hand (for she was closest to the stairs and her right hand was the only one visible). She lowered a finger.4. She lowered one more. 3. Again she lowered a finger. 2. Her breath caught in her throat as she prepared to lower the second last finger. Down it went. The moment she broguth down the finger there was no going back. She took a deep breath and pulled down her hand to rest on the revolvers.

With steel-toed boots, she slammed the door open, shots being fired into the darkness at the beds. She heard a single cry before all was silent. She did not turn on the light. She closed the door, her heart pumping. They moved down the doors, killing everyone in each room as they went. As they raced up the stairs, they refilled their guns and prepared for the next hallway.

Hermione had already planned it out. She knew the layout of each room and knew where to aim. They approached the last room. This was where the doom advisor slept. It was the only room with a phone. She kicked the door open and flicked on the light. The young man was just starting to rise from his slumbers. She saw the fear in his eyes as they all filed in.

There she was, clad in black, with her faithful subjects standing proudly behind her. She raised her revolver and heard him begging for mercy. A moment of indecision passed through her eyes and she thought about lowering the gun. Then she fired. She sent all 8 rounds into him. She watched his body jerk and flail at the force of each bullet. She bit her tongue to stop herself crying out and turning away from the massacre she had created.

Finally she stopped firing. Blood spattered the walls. He had tried to get across the room to the phone. She looked at the shot right between his eyes. The others hadn't been what killed him. They had punctured lungs and his stomach, but she was careful to miss his heart.

She turned and looked at the hard faces of her companions. Hers was as blank and emotionless as theirs. She finally understood the skill it took Malfoy to be like that. She tucked the gun back into her coat and started to walk away. She glanced over her shoulder once at the boy with blood dripping from many wounds, and for a moment -just a single moment- he looked just like Harry.

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A/N- WOOTYWOOT! Finally got the second chapter done.. Hope you guys like it..

Also, if any of you will remember the bit that I said would be from this chapter? Well I decided it would be next chapter instead. I just couldn't slide it in at the end because that would ruin the whole point of adding that he looked just like Harry.