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Voldemort nodded in understanding, and smiled a Blaise. His smile was a more of a grotesque grimace than a sign of joy. "Take your men out of there, we'll let them think that we haven't found the boy and then when they come out next time you and Draco will be waiting for them." The two men nodded and stepped into the fireplace and called in unison "Weasley's wizard wheezes" then they were gone.
Before the Dark Lord had a chance to bask in his glory Narcissa was dragged in by death eaters, her eyes were glowing red. "She's about to do the decade prophesy," one of the death eaters declared. Voldemort was familiar with the decade prophesies, they were so important, in he knew it he could find out how to rule this way forever with people like Harry Potter out of his way.
Narcissa gasped for breath then said in a voice that was not her own:
The boy you seek- his life must end His humble follower-a girl- you must befriend If you do not it'll be your end
Voldemort was utterly at a loss for words, he expected the part about the Potter boy dying, but befriending a follower was not something he anticipated, not something he could do.
He was tempted to ignore the prophesy but history taught him it would not be wise. Many had ignored prophesies before and they had ended up dead or worse. He shook his head in distain and let out breath of frustration, what would he do?
"Get her out of here," he indicated to the woman at his feet. He had one been loyal, but now she was pathetic scum, the only reason he had not killed her yet was because of her prophesies and her son. Her son…
Suddenly Voldemort had an idea of how he could follow what the prophesy had said and his lips curled, he might not be able to befriend this girl but if Draco was half as charming as his father had been, when he was alive, he could do it in the blink of an eye.
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Hermione could see through the glass that Blaise had returned with Draco Malfoy, her childhood tormentor.
She froze at the sight of him, her very blood boiled just at his very presence. She turned away and felt tears in her eyes just at the memories of him calling her a mudblood.
Luna gasped in joy "They're leaving, they didn't find us!" Hermione turned to find that it was indeed true. The death eaters were filing out through the door.
The group had no time to celebrate because Harry had started to cough up blood everywhere; Neville ran to grab the bottle and poured what was left into the poor boy's moth. Luna sat by his side dabbing him with a wet towel trying to bring his temperature down.
Hermione used to help with Harry's recovery but she was pretty disheartened these days. What her remaining friends didn't know was while they tried to help Harry, she had been plotting to bring Voldemort down. She had already recruited many people, she smiled she knew that Voldemort will soon be no more than a pile of dust.
She didn't know why Luna and Neville bothered with Harry his was useless, no gain to their cause. Sure he was their friend but in these desperate times they had no time to waste.
"We've ran out of potion, for Harry," Luna cried out.
"I'll go get it," said Hermione, she'd do anything to get out of the small crowded room, that smelled badly of illness, sweat and rotten food.
She grabbed her cloak and headed out into the cold.
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