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Chapter 6

The Forests Edge.

The days seemed to go by so fast after Ron told Hermione the dreadful news. It came to light that there might be a chance that Hagrid was simply "missing, not in fact dead. Harry, Ron , Hermiones and Ginny all were anxious to know what happened and if he had been killed, who did it and where is the body. Other students were too occupied with school or the latest break-up to get too involved in the rumoured death of the much loved game keeper. Most of them didn't even seem like they cared. Or even knew. Only three students in the school showed the signs of stress and sadness. Hermione spent most of her free time consoling Harry then consoling Ron, once Hermione was too tired to console anything Harry and Ron returned the favour. All three leaning on each-other.

But life went on as the three soon found out. Hermione went back to her head duties, Harry went back to training with Dumbledore, who didn't seem at all fazed by the recent events, which worried Harry dearly. Dumbledore would never show any signs of worry or stress in front of anybody, but Harry on occasion noticed him pacing round his room. Maybe that was his stress reliever. Ron, on the other hand, was busy trying too keep up with everything around him.

All three tired Gryfindors sat in the Great Hall amoungst the other chattering students, just looking at nothing. Ron, who had an appetite bigger than Crabbe and Goyle combined, was suddenly not hungry and just stared at his plate like it would hopefully swallow him whole. Harry, was transfixed on the teachers table staring blankly at the seat between Mcgonagall and Dumbledore that for the past six years had been occupied by Hagrid but now was as empty as a Malfoys heart. Hermione didn't know what to do, she just stared at Harry for a long period of time then shifted over to Ron.

Finding everything too frustrating, she said her goodbyes to Harry and Ron, who barely even looked at her. Too distracted by their sorrow, Hermione smiled a tad, not taking it too heart. She packed up her book bag and walked out. She needed to go think somewhere..somewhere nobody else would be. She knew just the place, though it would seem like the last place she'd want to be. Somehow, it gave her a comforting feeling. Not caring about what anyone else would say, she threw her book bag over her shouldar and made her way to Hagrids Hut.

Draco had been watching the Trio very closely. Noone, in his house, thought this odd, because almost everybody in Slytherin knew of Draco's plans and fully supported it. Pansy was a little resistent, but she was proud of Draco. After this, he would prove his loyalty to his father and the Dark Lord. Things would soon be better and it wasn't like Draco enjoyed the thought of seducing a Mudblood. This made her happy everytime he reminded her off that, the word Mudblood calmed every sense of jealousy. Why be jealous of a Mudblood, is what she would say in her head. Draco didn't understand why it was so hard for her, if Pansy had to seduce Potter, he'd think it was a hilarious and be cheering all the way. Pansy's feelings towards this was something that worried Draco. He felt nothing towards her, but she obviously felt something for him. Though he would die to protect Pansy, he would any of his friends. He just didn't have it in him to feel that way towards any person. He can't love anything. He was not built that way.

Draco's thoughts were suddenly jolted as he saw Granger get up and walk out of the Great Hall. Turning back to Potter and Weasley, neither of them had moved. He decided that this was the perfect time to begin his conquer of Granger. He knew that he couldn't hold off anymore. Whenever his father asked him if he was on good terms with Granger yet, he simple stated he was in the middle of planning his moves. Lucius didn't like hearing that, each time he would remind Draco of the concequences. What would happen if he would fail. Draco, himself, didn't like hearing that. He knew what would happen to his family if he did not do what he was told. The fact that the Dark Lord could threaten someone and each and every death eater would cower, surprised him. If they banded togeather, they could over power You-Know-Who..but they were all wimps. Draco had his suspicion that the Death Eaters were getting tired of You-Know-Who's vendetta against Harry Potter. But no-one was game enough to do anything about it.

Standing up, he said goodbye to Pansy and followed Hermione ouside. Staying low, he saw her make her way to that Hagrids house. If you can call it a house, he thought.

He wondered why she was going there. Wasn't she upset about his disappearence..the idea that he was dead. Thinking Hagrid was dead shook Draco. He had been confused about why he cared that Hagrid may be dead. Ever since that afternoon when Weasley came bursting in and told them the devastasting news.

"See. There" He said too himself. Devastating. He was losing it. He didn't want to care about Hagrid dieing, he should be happy about it. He should be laughing.

But he wasn't.

He just felt bad. Mainly because he was the reason why Hagrid was a target. He hated himself now for lieing. He hated himself more than he ever had.

Which isn't that abnormal.

Not really.

Snapping out his thoughts, he watched Granger knock on the door, she looked around for a second then slapped herself on the head. Malfoy couldn't help but laugh at her stupidity. Opening the door, she walked in then slammed it shut. Malfoy took a quiet look around, seeing nothing. He made his way down towards the hut. Peering through the window, he saw Granger sitting in a big chair, holding a cup and patting Hagrids dog, Fang. The bloody coward, Malfoy remembered from first year. He got down from the logs he was kneeling on and proceeded to the door. Before he could knock, a weird sound came from the forest. It was a screeching sound, Malfoy was so distracted by it that he didn't notice Granger open the door, lingering on his expression for a few seconds, she followed his gaze and saw a blue car coming towards them. Hermione remembered this car. It belonged to Ron's father. It was the car Ron and Harry flew to Hogwarts in second year.

Finally Malfoy noticed Hermione and moved out of her way, so that she could see better. Hermione walked out a bit and then stood by his side. Not uttering a single word. The car came to a stop right in front of them. The doors opened and the car honked it's horn. Malfoy and Hermione looked at each-other then back at the car. Hermione was about to say something, then she heard someone scream her name. Whipping around, she saw Harry and Ron running down the hill towards them. Holding a peice of paper. Malfoy turned around to see the commotion. Harry made it first too Hermione and stopped to catch his breath, not bothering with Malfoy he held up the peice of parchment in his hand. Hermione grabbed it, read it through and then stared wide eyed at Harry and a breathless Ron who just made it down and was leaning on a disgusted Malfoy. Ron suddenly realising who it was, he pulled himself togeather and backed off really fast then glared at him. Hermione just stared at Harry who nodded his head. She then switced her gaze from a glaring Ron to a bored Malfoy, then she returned to back to Harry.

"Are you sure you want to do this. It could be a trap." She asked.

Harry thought about it for a minute and nodded. "We have too. What if it isn't, what if Hagrid is alive, in trouble what if he needs our help."

Malfoy's head snapped towards Harry. For the first time, since Harry caught up with Hermione, he acknowledged Malfoy.

"You mean the big oaf is still alive." Malfoy asked, recieving three very cold glares. If looks could kill, he'd be dead, buried and rotten away by maggots by now.

"Yes Malfoy." Harry answered, quite annoyed. "You can call your Death Eating father and tell him that he's failed on this one."

Malfoy advanced on Harry and Hermione moved in between them. She shook her head at Harry and glared once again at Malfoy. Reading the letter over again, she was unaware that all three of them were staring at her. She looked at them all nervously, and then again at Harry.

"Maybe we should show Dumbledore. He can help...' Hermione was cut off by Harry.

"We already have, he told us to do what we got to do."

Hermione found this hard too believe. "You mean, he actually gave his blessing."

Ron nodded "If we need his help, Hermione, we are to signal for it. He will be in there faster than you can say Quidditch."

Trust Ron to throw something to do with Quidditch in there. Hermione thought about it again, and then shrugged. If Dumbledore gave his blessing, he must know it's okay. Hermione just handed the parchment to Ron and clapped her hands togeather.

"Let's do it."

She exclaimed. Harry and Ron grinned as they followed her to the car. Malfoy was left standing there. He didn't know why but he felt like he had too be there. Some force or something pushed him too get into the car, so he did. He jumped into the back with Hermione. In unision the three of them looked at him weirdly. He just smirked.

"What. I aint missing out on this."

Harry and Ron pulled out their wands and pointed them at Malfoy.

"Get out of the car." Ron said. Malfoy just stared directly at the wands tip. He was about to respond when the car suddenly took off.

Hermione held onto whatever she could as the car spiralled in every direction. It was going so fast that Ron swore they were going to crash into a dozen trees, but whenever they got close, the car would turn itself and go in the opposite direction. Finally it came to a holt in the middle of the forest and it's doors swung open. they all stared at the now opened doors, terrified at what was going to happen next. Remembering second year all so well, Harry and Ron slowly turned their heads to each other and expected the car to spit them out, but it did not. Malfoy was about to climb out when he was pushed back. The doors slammed shut and the car reversed. All four began screaming again as they reversed right of the edge of the cliff.

The normally quiet forest was embarked with a chorus of screams until it all died down and a big puff of smoke filled the trees and the air. All the while, an old professor, smiled at his work well done, and raised his glass to the other grinning teachers. For he knew the true fate of those four students, and knew what happened just a mere seconds ago was all apart of someone's devilish plan. Smiling, he handed McGonagall another drink as she welcomed back there old friend. Hagrid.

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