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(A/n) It's been a while since I dropped an update huh? Yea I been busy in school tryna catch up on work I been missing because I used to ditch. But I finally caught up and now I'm ready to update so here is the next chapter in the Hitman fiction. Hope you enjoy. Oh and I think that reviews should be for good and bad things so in the review you leave please tell me what I can do to make the chapters better and also tell what you liked to. You know give me some creative criticism.
Chapter 7 - A Visit from an Old Friend
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor my dear." Draco said again as the front doors to his castle like mansion was opened by two house elves. Hermione could not help it she gasped at the sight of the inside.
"Oh my god," she said nearly out of breath. The beauty of the hallway she was looking at caught her by deep surprise. Scurrying by were several little house elves doing house elf work but that was not it.
The floor tile was made of pure pearl and her reflection shown in the tile so brightly that she couldn't stand looking for longer then a second or else be blinded by its shine. The pillars that went from the begging till as far as the eye could see were lined with spiraling gold in the shapes of magnificent dragons whose flames sparked up and were dotted with beautiful diamonds that glistened and glimmer.
Portraits were everywhere nearly every Malfoy in existence was hanging on those walls of the hallway their frames made of a beautiful silver and gold sparked off with large rubies and sapphires. The roof was magically decorated with beautiful oil paintings like those in a large cathedral. She was shocked when she noticed a portrait of Albus Dumbledore and Professor Severus Snape as well. The two were hanging side by side a looking a little lost in the wave of Malfoy portraits.
The entire hall was shining as if polished by the hand of god nothing but wizardry could have done something so marvelous and yet Hermione still felt it would be all the more spectacular if not for that fact that she was being kidnapped.
"Well," Draco finally broke the silence. "What do you think of it?" he beamed proudly at Hermione waiting for a response.
She was about to explode and shout about the beauty of it all but caught herself. "Its rather dull if you ask my opinion." She responded quickly hoping her bought her front.
He nodded but the smile did not fade. "Piacci," he said easily summoning one of the house elves. "Is Ms. Granger's room finished yet?"
"Oh yes my lord Piacci just finished the room his master requested." The elf responded timidly.
Draco smiled even brighter. "Excellent Piacci, wonderful job."
"Piacci is sure Ms. Granger is tired after her ordeal would Ms. Granger like to be taken to her quarters?" the elf looked up hopefully at Hermione.
Hermione wasted not time she was eager to see the rest of the mansion and her room. Even though she later realized that Draco still had some kind of sick plot bubbling in his head. But she would enjoy her sites as long as she was allowed, after all it might be the last thing she sees.
Draco was in a large office like room comfortably seated in a large leather chair. Crabe and Goyle stood behind the desk arms folded behind their backs awaiting some kind of orders.
"How could this have happened?" Draco nearly shouted.
"I dunno boss the bomb killed Potter but Weasly somehow survived." Crabe said trying to cool his boss's anger a little.
"DAMN! You know what you both have to do don't you." Draco said spinning his chair around to face his huge bodyguards.
"Tell us we'll handle whatever it is." Goyle finally said in a scared tone.
"You have to find out where the Weasly boy is and kill him. He cannot be allowed to live he already knows too much. I don't care how you do it how much blood is shed just kill him. Do you understand?" Draco had a rage in his eyes unseen before by any.
"Y-yes of course boss we'll get right on it." Crabe stammered and turned to leave.
'Of course you will.' Draco thought to himself but then realized something. "Crabe, Goyle." He said quickly.
"Yes boss?"
"Make sure my name cannot be tied to this in any way possible I am in enough trouble as it is. Somehow the media got wind that I have something to do with the Granger kidnapping. I think we have a mole in our midst. But I'll take care of that myself. Now go!"
The life support seemed to beep and beep for an eternity, doctors constantly checking up on Ron to make sure he was alright. His condition hadn't grown much he was still in pretty bad shape. None of the doctors that had seen him thought he was going to make it. His room was darkened and the only light was the red line the squiggled here and there showing Ronald's vital signs. Ron stirred uneasily and mumbled something in his sleep, he was dreaming.
(Ron's Dream)
Ron found himself in a hallway at Hogwarts, surprisingly enough it was the hallway that lead to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. He followed the hall carefully remembering how he and Harry along with Hermione had been forced to go down it so many times in the past when they were in trouble for doing something. He walked to the large golden eagle like creature that securely blocked the stairwell that lead to Dumbledore's office.
"Quantarion Imandora." He caught himself saying. He had no idea how he knew the password since it was constantly changed for safety reasons.
Ron climbed aboard the escalator like stairwell and rode it up to an office he knew oh so well. Once inside he noticed many things had not changed at all.
"Hello Weasly," the Sorting Hat said from a stool it was sitting on. "Long time no see." It gave what Ron would call a smile.
He kept walking and noticed Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes still sitting on the little perch purring in its sleep. He wondered if the poor thing ever got to fly around a little outside. And finally he came to the three short steps that led to Dumbledore's desk. It was scattered with papers as usual and a still leaking quill was sitting on a piece of paper. Dumbledore's seat however was turned away from Ron so he stood for a moment waiting to be noticed then finally grew impatient.
"Professor Dumbledore," he said in a way a fearful child would even though he was a grown man. "Headmaster Dumbledore," he repeated after a moment. Finally the seat turned and Dumbledore sat there in all his greatness still as Ron remembered. His same half moon glasses, bushy beard that hung to eternity, pointed hat, and of course that unforgettable glint in his eyes that gave him the look that made one think he knew everything.
"Yes Mr. Weasly what is troubling you?" Dumbledore said in his same tired but eager voice.
"Hello Professor," was all Ron could get himself to say. He was in shock it had been years since he'd seen Dumbledore.
"Hello Mr. Weasly," Dumbledore said with a nod of his head and without a hint of irritability in his voice.
They sat silent for a long while then Dumbledore leaned forward.
"Is there something you wish to tell me?" he asked in the familiar way his eyes looking dead into Ron and clean into his soul. It was obvious he knew always knew what was going on but wanted to hear it for himself.
Ron broke down he told Dumbledore everything from he and Harry's first kill to what they had done to Hermione. Dumbledore sat and listened never taking his eyes off Ron for a second. He had a slight grin on his face and he folded his hands together and paid close attention. When Ron had finished tears were streaming from his eyes and he was exhausted and out of breath.
Dumbledore held his breath for a minute and then smiled. "Mr. Weasly," he began. "Everything will be all right. In fact Hermione will forgive you, Mr. Malfoy will get his just desserts and of course-
Ron's eyes flew open and he looked around the room. He didn't sit up his ribs and chest hurt too much so he just stared at the roof. His breathing was hard and there was sweat everywhere on his body and pillows.
"What about Harry?" he said in a rough way. "What about Harry?"