I know, I know, you want to kill me…but…well okay, its fare…off you go. But be warned, if I die, no more chaps come up…think about it lol.

Here it is…better late then never!

In a dark cave, many miles and a few countries away from the happy couple, sat a man on a stone thrown.

The man was surrounded by other men, all in long black cloaks, twirling their wands in their hands, talking softly.

"My lord, are you sure he completed the task?" A man asked, approaching Lord Voldermort, who watched him come closer with his fiery red eyes.

Voldermort sighed. "I am sure. We must only wait." He replied lacing his fingers together lazily on his lap while he watched the entrance to the cave with interest.

The Death Eater bowed and walked away, and started a conversation with someone else who also believed the curtain death eater hadn't completed the task, and awaited his punishment.

Then Voldermort heard the soft movement of a cloak on the ground, and brisk foot steps. "Silence!" he barked to the twenty or so death eaters in the room who all hushed.

All eyes were turned towards the mouth of the cave, waiting impatiently.

Then a dark figure appeared, also dawned in a long black cloak. The man had his hood pulled up over his face, and walked into the crowd, head bowed and hiding himself from view.

"Ahh…Wormtail." Voldermort said pleased. "You have returned. And successful I hope."

The man inside the cloak lifted their head and smiled, showing slightly rat like teeth. Wormtail grinned at his master and nodded. "Yes. All is done. Though I didn't expect I would have to kill Miss Aj. It was a shame-"

"YOU WHAT?" A death eater in the crowd screamed, running forward, his wand outstretched. "You killed my niece?"

Wormtail turned and looked un worried at the death eater charging towards him. He pointed his wand and lazily waved it. The man was cast to the other side of the room and hit the wall, landing in a clump on the ground, knocked out.

The once shy and squeaky Wormtail was gone. Now Wormtail was Voldermort's most beloved Death Eater, and he only used him in special assignments, not wanting to loose him. Wormtail's eyes were almost completely black, over taken with hatred and masted evil.
"Well done Wormtail" Voldermort said clapping his hands in a slow beat. "You have succeeded twice. First, placing the curse on dear Draco, torching Harry potter's best friend and then killing someone who got in your way…though I must ask…did you put the spell on Draco or did you run out of time?"

"No my lord. Of course, I was able to put it on him. I managed to curse him then had to kill Aj…so unfortunate" he said, so plainly lying about Aj's death and the terrible tragedy that it was.

Lord Voldermort almost smiled. He was so pleased with Wormtail. Six months ago, he was ready to just kill him, but now, Wormtail had grown up inside, and was now the most loyal serving death eater, and was held in higher respect then Lucius Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy will not be aware that he is under the curse." Wormtail said. He bowed his head again. "Miss Granger I believe is in a great deal of pain…we should just let her sit there for a while. As far as I know, Mr. Malfoy is still lying unconscious in his bed, unable to comfort the poor thing." He mocked.

Voldermort rubbed his hands together happily. "Well done Wormtail. Our moment of tearing Harry Potter apart approaches."

Wormtail's face fell slightly. "You remember what I said my lord?" he asked treading carefully.

Voldermort thought a minute then narrowed his eyes. "I do Wormtail." He said silkily.

"Well, I still stand by it…I cannot be apart of killing Harry Potter. I shall assist you as much as I can- right up till he dies. But I will not take part in killing him physically." The other Death Eaters in the room all took in a breath of shock, and thought for sure Voldermort would punish him.

But Voldermort only sat still on his thrown, his body turned to stone. "I know Wormtail. I remember. However, you should, for your sake, tell the others here why or they shall think less of you."

"I wouldn't want that my lord since I spend most of my life being looked down on." Wormtail replied glaring at the death eaters who had mocked him since he arrived.

He turned to stare at the closest ones and retold briefly the eternal debt that he was too Harry potter when he saved his life all those years ago, from the Dementors.

They all looked at him and started smirking. One had the nerve to shout "He's in debt of Harry potter! What a whimp!"

Wormtail's face glowed as he got his wand, pointed it to the wizard and killed him with a brief shot of green.

Voldermort shook his head. "Now ,now Wormtail. If you continue to kill my death eaters we shall have no followers."

Wormtail bowed and stepped away into the shadows, to watch everyone else in silence.

"Where is Lucius?" someone asked then realized Voldermort had heard them.

"I do not know…I shall send for him shortly and he will have a tough time explaining himself." He replied and grinned slyly at his wand.

"I'll go my lord." Wormtail offered only letting his head come out of the shadows.

"No my dear Wormtail. I would not wish to risk you walking into a trap." Voldermort said shaking his head.

"I insist my lord." Wormtail said.

Voldermort considered the options then nodded. "Very well. Report back when you can."

Wormtail grinned evilly and left the room at a brisk pace.

Hermione sat curled up in Draco's arms, not really believing that he was back, and afraid to incase he suddenly disappeared, nothing but a mere image.

Draco had his back up against his old bed post and watched the night come crawling through the window while Hermione cried her soul out for no one hear but the shadows of the night.

They sat cuddled like this for quite a few hours, Hermione hiccupping after a while.

"You seriously thought I wouldn't come back?" Draco asked slightly annoyed that she hadn't believed he was strong enough.

"I didn't know what to think." Hermione replied, her voice scratchy.

Draco shook his head. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He shook his head again trying to fight the feeling that was now tying his stomach in tight knots. It felt like someone had put his head between that muggle contraption- a vice- and was now squeezing it together as tight as they could.

Hermione sensed his discomfort and sat up to see his face screwed up in pain, clutching his head in both hands.

"No!" Hermione screamed. "Don't take him away from me again!"

Draco couldn't hear Hermione's screams over the sound in his head. It was like someone was running their fingernails down a chalk board.

"Help!" Hermione screamed, not sure someone would or could hear her. "HELP ME!"

Draco rolled onto his back, and clutched his head trying to ignore the pain and focus on the now blurry vision of Hermione who was leaning over him.

Hermione knew something defiantly wasn't right. She knew she could probably have been able to put him out of his misery, but she wasn't thinking clearly. Her brain had turned to mush.

Dumbledore was first to arrive, shortly followed by the matron who looked around widely, her eyes wide with shock.

Dumbledore looked from Hermione to Draco. He knew to- something wasn't right.

The matron ran to get Hermione, while Dumbledore bent over Draco and studied his face and closed his eyes.

Hermione struggled in the grip of the old nurse, and was surprised she could hold her. She tried desperately to get to Draco, but the matron wasn't letting go.

Dumbledore's mind was in over drive. He knew what was wrong with Draco, but wasn't sure why the boy had this burden on his shoulders, or why Voldermort would want this on him.

Suddenly Draco's cries stopped and he laid there stiff, his eyes open. Dumbledore stood back and looked around.

"What's happening to him?" Hermione asked.

"He has a spell upon him. Someone is trying to make use of it, but the spells around the castle walls are stopping it, causing an enormous effect on Young Draco. Someone is trying to use this boy…but why?" Dumbledore asked himself, his brow creased in thought.

A few hours later, Draco was in his bed, Hermione sleeping by his side. Dumbledore paced his office, lost in thought. He had sent an owl to McGonagall, but wasn't sure how long it would take her to get there.

"These are dark times Albus." McGonagall said walking into the room in a hurry. "What happened to the boy?"

Dumbledore smiled. Straight to the point as always. He quickly explained the whole situation to the deputy and waited for her response.

Minerva didn't say anything but only dropped into a vacant chair, one hand to her chest, the other lying in her lap. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide.

"Someone has cursed the boy?" she asked, gasping.

"Yes. But I cannot figure out why." Dumbledore said sitting behind his desk. "Or what curse."

"But you know who?" she asked rising an eye brow.

"I can take a guess." Dumbledore said then sighed. "Voldermort is trying to get to miss granger to get to Mr. Potter."

"Potter? When will he ever get a brake?" Minerva asked groaning.

"I don't know. Either when Voldermort is dead, along with his followers or…when Harry is dead." Dumbledore said glumly.

"Oh, just point out the worst Albus." Minerva said sarcastically.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly. "Unfortunately, when Harry is concerned, that is all that one has to point out."

Hermione was curled in a ball on the right side of Draco's old dorm room bed, while he was on the left, straight and not moving.

She couldn't look at him anymore. Every time she did, she feared that he was dead.

"Why Merlin? Why did you do it again? Take him away from me?" she whispered into the darkness. "Why cant I just be happy, without any interruptions?"

Because you're one Harry potter's best friends. A little voice in the back of her mind said.

Wormtail stopped at the gate. It was tall, black and foreboding, with the spikes at the top of each metal pole. Studying the forest behind the gate intensely, Wormtail searched for a guardian. He knew they came in many forms, some fearsome, others not so scary.

Though he couldn't see any signs of danger, so, pulling out his wand, he pointed at the large lock on the gate and blasted it open. Wormtail pushed it open with one finger lazily and walked up the path, his eyes pealed for any sign of movement.

But he saw nothing. "Lucius is lax with security." He muttered to himself, as golden light from a downstairs room spilled onto the path.

Wormtail strutted up to the large double doors and knocked with his fist.

"Lucius!" he called. "Lucius! Come out to play!"

he could hear shuffling behind the door, small footsteps. Then he heard a squeak, and running footsteps that took the creature away from him.

"So he has lost his hospitality as well." Wormtail blasted the doors open and was thrown into golden light. "Lucius!"

instead of a man, a tall, thin woman stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at him.

"Excuse me, you cannot come into my house uninvited!" the woman said her arms folded across a long black dressing gown. "I demand to know your name!"

Wormtail sneered at the woman. "Where is Lucius?" he asked

"My husband? He is not here and I don't know where he has gone. Can I pass on a message?" she asked stubbornly.

In less then ten mille seconds, Wormtail was at Narcassia's side, his wand pointed at her heart. "If you wish to kill your husband, then yes, you can take a message…but I'd have to kill you first- otherwise, how will you get the message?" he sneered again.

"Get out of my house." Narcassia hissed.

"If your husband is not here, then I have no business here…where is dear old Lucius?"

"I told you- I don't know where Lucius is." Narcassia replied, and gasped as Wormtail pressed the wand onto her skin.

"Well when will he be back?" Wormtail asked his teeth clenched.

"I don't know!" Narcassia said frustrated.

"Well then, I think you and I should wait for him. Come on, lets go downstairs and have a night cap- after all, we could be in for a long night." Wormtail bounded Narcassia's arms, and pushed her down the stairs.

He sat her on one of the lounge room couches, and tied her legs with unbreakable rope, and sat opposite her, after grabbing a glass bottle of firewiskey. "cheers to killing your husband!" Wormtail said, then drank deeply from the bottle.

OK so Wormtail is nasty, (as ever) and Hermione has lost Draco once again. Poor thing. Its not to sunny for her at the moment is it? Hmmm I pity her. I think ill cut her some slack soon. Ill let Draco be alive for a whole chapter lol. No longer.

Ok/ R&R and the next is written!