A/N: Okay, just a quick rundown of this chapter: In this it will be explained…well…just tons of stuff. I have my mental image all worked out. It'll be pretty short, though. Please stick through, this is mostly dialogue. Maybe…(pretend I'm evil laughing here)
Chapter 3
Hermione sighed deeply, folding herself into a puffy red and gold armchair. As Ron sat in a chair beside her, she grabbed his hand but didn't say anything. Harry plopped himself down on the couch.
Hermione sighed again. "What's wrong?" Ron asked. She kept looking at the carpeted floor, but then shifted her gaze to the closed door leading into one of the empty bedrooms.
"Oh. I'm just thinking," she said suddenly, as if just registering that someone had spoken to her.
"Really? What a surprise," Harry responded sarcastically. Hermione shot up in her chair and glared at him, smiling a little bit. Ah. It was just like old times.
"Well, someone has to be the smart one around here. Don't you want to know how that woman is alive?" Harry noticed how she didn't say Bellatrix's name, but it was really not a surprise after…the incident.
"There's no way you figured it out. No way!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well, I did. Anybody want to know? Grab a drink, because this might be long." She didn't expect either of the boys to move, but they did. A few minutes later, everyone was sitting on the couch (the boys had a root beer in a hand and were sitting on either side of Hermione. She was rolling her eyes).
"Okay. So you know how Voldemort had horcruxes?" she began.
"Of course we know!" Ron told her. "We spent a bloody year trying to find them!"
"It was a rhetorical question, Ron. Anyways. So, I think it would be just in his nature to tell Bellatrix, his right hand woman, about them. He always told Harry his plans, so what would make us think that he wouldn't tell Bellatrix?"
"Wait…me tell Bellatrix or Voldemort tell Bellatrix?" Harry asked.
"Voldemort. Now, if I'm done being interrupted…
"I think that this information fascinated Bellatrix. 'Ooh! Living forever! Sounds awesome!' So she made at least one herself. She still looks pretty human, so I would guess one or two. We need to find and destroy them, though. Hopefully before any other Death Eaters get ideas. This'll be dangerous, though. So are you two in?"
"Danger is our middle name," Harry said. "Harry James Danger Potter."
"Ron Bilius Danger Weasley. Hermione Jean Danger Granger," Ron agreed, then started laughing. "Danger Granger…I'm using that sometime!" Hermione facepalmed (seriously. She did. It was great.) and continued.
"The only thing is, we'll have to use our time here to research what all would happen. And what she would use."
"So…no finding your parents?" Harry asked carefully. Hermione shut her brown eyes and shook her head, side to side, side to side, ever so carefully.
"Nope," she said in a strangled whisper, but then shook her head a little faster as if to clear it, this time. "So, let's go to bed and get started tomorrow. Sound good?" The boys nodded, and the Golden Trio disappeared to three separate rooms in their huge hotel room.