(A/N: Hey ok so um….4 reviews for two chapters? Ok…well that sucked. Please review! It makes me update faster! Anyway I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas had a good one. I did! Enjoy the chapter!)

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Chapter 3

Alone in the Dark

The trio looked towards the staircase and turned to Draco, whose eyes were the

widest they could have physically been, and he looked more scared than any person they

ever saw in their lives. "Shit," he said almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

The steps were coming closer, and Draco was having a hard time standing, he leaned on the table. He looked at his enemies, the last thing he needed was his father to find them here, kill them, and then the Ministry launching an investigation on their deaths. It would mean more torture for him. He looked around the Dungeon, trying to think of a place for them to hide. He then saw that huge ridiculous safe against the wall. Was it stupid to have the family safe in the Dungeon? Yes. Was his father overly paranoid and incredibly stupid? Again, yes.

It was perfect. They could fit inside, it would be crammed, but they would have to deal with it.

He staggered toward the safe '38-24-18-36' he opened the door, "Hide in here, it opens from the inside,".

They looked at him in shock. "Do you want to live or die!?" he spat at them hoarsely. The steps were growing louder with every passing moment and they rushed towards the safe and closed the door. As Draco made his way back towards the table he turned around, "And be quiet, it's not sound proof, I would know."

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" 'Arry! Get off me foot!" Ron whispered. Harry moved, "Shh!" Hermione warned.

They heard muffled voices, and they stopped moving and tried not to breathe too loud. They succumbed to the fear of the unknown.

The sound of crashing against the walls and the table screeching across the floor could be heard. Yelling, and screaming continued, but they couldn't make out the words. And then one, long, loud painful scream echoed through the dungeon. Then, silence.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood completely frozen, and absolutely silent. They strained their ears to hear any sound. But none came. Unbearable uncertainty consumed them. Consumed in the darkness they had no idea if it was safe, if the people that belonged to those ominous echoing footsteps had left. They didn't know if the absence of any sound at all should be regarded as a good thing, or as a terrible thing.

After what seemed like hours of this, Ron could no longer bear it, "Do you think it's safe?" "It's hard to tell," Hermione whispered. "Well, I don't know 'bout you lot, but I'm leavin'" he pushed his was from behind the two and felt around to find the handle at the front.

At first, when he couldn't find any sign of a handle or any impression in the door at all, he began to panic. His breath began to quicken and he felt claustrophobic in this crammed safe. He was in a huge titanium SAFE in the bloody MALFOY MANSION for Pete's sake! No one is going to find them, they were going to die for sure. 'If I ever get outta here I'm going to do worse to that bloody Mal-" He began to think, but then, his hand ran across something. Something long, Something cool to the touch he could put his hand around it. It was the handle! Ron let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Slowly he pulled the large metal handle down and pushed the heavy titanium door. He stuck his head out and looked around.

The wooden table was tipped over on its side, many crates had been knocked over and their insides were strewn across the floor, the looked as if they had been thrown around the room. He saw Malfoy on the floor he was lying on his stomach struggling to get up, but failing miserably. His elbows suddenly gave out from under him and he hit the stone cold floor.

Ron couldn't help but feel good about this. He knew it was a horrible thing to wish on someone, but he had been wishing that Malfoy would have something like this done to him since the day they met. He was so horrible to him.

Ron looked about the room more carefully and saw that it the coast was clear, it was okay to exit the safe. He did so, and Hermione, and Harry followed his example. "Wow," Hermione whispered. They made their way over to their struggling enemy and found that many of his some-what-healed wounds had re-opened.

"We should do something," said Hermione. Even though Draco Malfoy made her life (especially hers) a living hell, she couldn't bring herself to leave him like this, What he had done to her was much different than physical pain. It was only taunting, and being made fun of constantly. Anyone could ignore that and be the better person, you just have to be mentally stronger than your opponent. But what had been done to Draco was terrible, she could see that he was barely drifting in and out of consciousness.

She couldn't leave any human being like this.

"WHY? Why should we show him a courtesy he would never show us?" said Harry. "How do you know he wouldn't give us the same courtesy? None of us have been in that situation," it was true, they have never been in that situation, but she wasn't too sure that Draco would actually help them either. All the same, she prided herself in being the bigger, better person, doing for someone what they wouldn't do for her because they were too stubborn. "And he did give you your wand back…" she pointed out. A groan came from Malfoy, about ten feet away from the arguing friends. They all looked in his direction, and saw he was trying to get up, his hand then slipped and he fell back on his chest. "They're gone," they heard him say. "Wha'?" Ron blurted out "They've gone to the Parkinson's party" said Draco in disgust, "It's safe to leave, they will be gone for a long long time."

Hermione gave Harry a look and he shrugged his shoulders. She walked over to him, but when she was about two feet away from him she slipped. She let out a loud scream, and fell on her side. When she did, she felt all wet on that particular side. 'Ugh, this stupid Dungeon is so damn damp and moldy, would it kill them to clean it up every once in a while?' she thought to herself. Getting up, she met two sets of very wide eyes that belonged to her best friends.

She began to get scared and felt her own eyes getting wide from the anticipation and fear of what could be behind her. Could it be the Malfoy's ? But Draco had said they'd be gone for a long time.

Harry and Ron continued to give her that wide-eyed stare. "What?"

"Um, Hermione…." Ron began to say.

"Bloody hell what is it!?!"

(A/N: So what did you think? Sorry for the cliff hanger, I couldn't resist. Please review! Reviews are love!)