I'm going to make this long. Sorry I've taken so long to update!

Disclaimer: I own the Harry Potter books just not the series. Poor meeee.

The fog that had surrounded Hermione's head for the past was lifted so fast her head almost started spinning again from the shock. Her soft eyes focused on the man pacing in front of her. Every few moments he would stop, mutter to himself, and then begin his rounds again. Hermione tried to lift her arms but found that they, as well as her feet, were shackled to the floor by magic chains. As much as she strained, they wouldn't break. It seemed the figure took no notice of her.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped and turned around. It was Lucas. "Hermione, so kind of you to join us. I was worried."

Hermione lifted an eyebrow. "Really."

"Oh, yes really." Lucas exclaimed. "I was so sure you'd miss all the fun."

"The fun…?"

"Yes, the fun! I even gathered my followers here to witness this joyous occasion! I mean, you never get to see one Angelus take the power of the other."

"You're a Half-Angelus and you aren't getting it."

A sinisterly sweet grin came onto this pale face. His eyes seemed to glow with anticipation. "Just wait, my sweet." He said in an ironic tone. "We haven't even begun."

He almost seemed to saunter over to the doors. Lucas walked slowly, as if giving her the chance to take in the surrounding. It was a large, dark room that seemed unearthly cold. There was a breeze in the room though no windows. It was only after a moment of pondering that Hermione noticed the two Dementors on the opposite side of the room. Directly opposite the two creatures stood close to thirty masked men and women. They were perfectly still. Some had their heads tilted to the side as if examining her while others simply stared straightforward through their masks. The sight alone made her hair stand on end.

Hermione's attention turned back to the evil leader making his way back over to her. Behind his menacing form sat two masked humans. Lucas set their slightly limp bodies in front of her. Eyes hardening, she glared at Lucas. "Who are they?"

Lucas grinned. "Does it matter? As an Angelus, you are sworn to protect all beings, human or animal. But the real question I suppose is are you willing to give up your magic for those you love the most? Are you willing to sacrifice your saving gift, your Angelus power, to save the ones you hold most dear?" He pulled up the masks. The two faces looked back at her and she almost cried out.

"Draco. Blaise." The words fell softly off her lips. They were obviously Stunned by magic and simply hung there, their eyes flickering to her and to each other but their bodies never responding. "Lucas, you monster! Let them go!"

Lucas walked towards her and stopped inches away. A single pale cold hand made its way to cup her cheek, lovingly cruel. "Hermione, you can't win with me."

"I'll save them, bastard. You won't make it out of here alive!"

Lucas settled himself in a large armchair that appeared out of thin air. "Miss Granger, I knew you were well liked but I had no idea how greatly appreciated you are. It appears as though my father has been doing a spectacular job of causing worry about you. It wasn't hard to do so, no doubt, what with those Gryffindor bafoons you call friends." He paused, the eerie silence hanging in the air. "You see, you've been out of it for days with that necklace on and I've had these two boys you adore so much here for… well, for at least a day or two. As soon as word reached back to the school I had all three of you brats in custody, Harry Potter leapt into action, as did the rest of that reckless bunch. It seems as though most people are going to try and help you."

Standing up, Lucas walked over to his followers. He flicked his wand and a bolt of light shot into the air. Hermione saw the illuminated faces of more followers staring down from an upper level she hadn't seen in the dark.

"Now, Hermione, I know you can save two of your fellow classmates but tell me…" He flicked his wand again and the masks came off of each of the lower level wizards. "Can you save them all?"

The bound forms of thirty of her classmates stared back at her. Their eyes seemed to plead with her to let them go, to save them. A certain sense of hopelessness filled Hermione's mind. She could save two, but thirty two? How was she going to manage this?

"Lucas, you can't do this. If you want my power, fight me fair for it. Don't use this awful leverage."

"Where's the fun in that situation? I mean, it might be all fun and games for you but I for one wouldn't see anyone suffer as greatly as I have. That's hardly a good time."

"Don't do this." The Angelus strained against her cuffs, trying to free herself, pushing herself towards the man she now despised with all her heart. "Please don't do this!"

Lucas snorted and walked over to Dean Thomas. Grasping the black boy's face, Lucas snarled. "Watch me." He roughly let go and continued to walk around.

"You're a monster!" Hermione screamed, still fighting against her chains.

"I've always told him he was a monster but I think I said it in a more affectionate tone."

Hermione turned her head sharply. "Loverly. How dare you show your face to me again! To any of them!"

The man reclined in the chair his son occupied minutes before. "I do dare. After all, who are you to tell me what to do? I'm the doctor."

"You're a vile cockroach who doesn't deserve to live. I will kill you." Hermione's soft snarl barely reached his ears but he heard.

He leaned forward. "Now, now, darling. I'm not the one in the manacles, now am I?"

Lucas walked through the throngs of students, kids barely of age who he had taken with force. He stopped next to Luna Lovegood and stared hard at her. There was a soft smile on her face. "Why are you so happy?" He growled.

Grinning back at him, Luna dazedly replied in her usual manner. "There's a Quackled Hornscrumpet in the corner. He's singing a lovely tune."

"You will do well to hold you tongue, girl." Lucas raised his hand high in the air. SLAP!

With that sharp strike to the kind and caring girl Hermione loved dearly, something inside the Angelus broke. It was almost as if a dam has been blown up and all of the water was rushing out in every direction. Narrowing her now nearly black orbs, Hermione turned her head to the ceiling. She concentrated. She would not go down without a fight. She would destroy these men so these kids, her dearest friends, could live to see another day and have families and lives of their own.

Even if she was destroyed in the process.

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