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Chapter 8 - Return
Hermione plopped down on her bed and lay flat out. She was expecting a nice room but not this nice. Her bed was humongous it was like nothing she had ever seen with its pink silk sheets and pillow cases and large pink comforter. It was simply amazing. Piacci stood with his hands behind his back watching as Hermione took in all the sights of her room.
Perfect carpeting that was fluffy and soft, perfect bed that was like lying on a cloud. A bathtub that was almost as big as a swimming pool not to mention a Jacuzzi in her bathroom. Her room was heaven and she loved it.
'Besides the fact that I've been kidnapped this vacation has been quite interesting.' She thought as she returned her vision to the little elf Piacci.
"Is there something troubling Ms. Granger?" Piacci asked. "How can Piacci help you?"
"Since you offered to help," she paused. "I was wondering why on earth Draco had a portrait of Albus Dumbledore on his wall. Wouldn't Dumbledore know what was happening in the mansion since he is hanging in it all the time?"
At that moment to door opened and Draco walked in smiling. "I can answer that." He said and sat down in a comfortable stool that was beside the door.
"The portraits in this house are not like the ones that were at Hogwarts they are just normal oil paintings and nothing more."
"Oh," Hermione looked away. "Well may I ask why you have a picture of Dumbledore in your mansion? One would think a well developed Slytherin like you would hate him."
"Oh but I do hate Dumbledore, with a perfect hatred but one must give respect when respect is due," Draco began.
"Dumbledore may have favored Potter and the Gryffindors but he was still a great wizard nearly the best. For that I give him much respect so I hung a painting in my mansion to show it." He finished.
Hermione fell silent. "What are you going to do with me?" she finally said in a timid tone.
"Piacci go and make us some coffee I need to have a private conversation with Ms. Granger for a moment." Draco instructed.
Piacci nodded and snapped his fingers disappearing. Malfoy eyeballed Hermione with a solemn look in his eyes not at all how he had been looking at her before.
"He's awake doctor," the nurse said entering Ron's Room. She was quickly followed by the doctor who stood and looked at Ron.
Ron looked up at the roof still unblinking with the constant thought going through his head. "What about Harry Dumbledore, what about Harry?"
(Outside)
A car pulled in front of the hospital and two men stepped out of it, Crabe and Goyle.
"Is this the place?" Crabe asked and Goyle nodded.
"You can't park your car there." They turned to see a security guard walking towards them. "I said you can't park your car there."
Goyle pulled a pistol from the left inside of his suit and fired shots into the guard. He then turned to Crabe. "C'mon lets get this over with."
They both walked into the sliding doors of the hospital and to the front desk. "I'm looking for a Mr. Ronald Weasly could tell me what room he's in?" Goyle tried to ask as nicely as possible."
The lady smiled. "Yes he's in room," she looked on a computer. "335 on floor three."
"Thank you," Crabe smiled and then shot the woman in the forehead. They both climbed aboard the elevator and pressed number three.
"Draco I don't believe you." Hermione said anger sizzling in her voice. "You are a fool a pure evil and demented fool."
"NO WOMAN I AM A GENIUS!" Draco screamed. "I AM THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARD OF THIS TIME!"
"No Malfoy Harry is the most powerful wizard of this time! And if Harry were here he would-"HARRY IS DEAD!" Draco cut her off. "I BLEW HIM UP MYSELF!"
Hermione had confusion in her eyes so Draco breathed a deep breath and regained his composure. "He and that Weasly boy are dead. They were killed in the explosion you saw with your very eyes."
"What?" Hermione's head began to spin and she felt like she was losing consciousness. "Those men were Harry and Ron?" tears began to swell in her eyes. "How could they do this to me? How could they kidnap me and then go and get killed?" tears were now running down her cheeks and she glared at Malfoy.
"This is all you fault you son of a bitch!" she grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at Malfoy and it just happened to be a golden lamp. Malfoy collapsed to his knees holding his head and screaming, blood was leaking through his clenched fingers.
"ah my head you little slut I'll kill you I swear I'll kill you!" he shouted and rolled onto his back holding the blood red patch in his golden bleach blonde hair. "Piacci!" the elf appeared in the room. "Take this whore downstairs! She just bought herself time in the dungeons!"
Room 335 doorway stood before Crabe and Goyle. They looked at each other then entered the room. Crabe shot the doctor and the nurse and then they took aim on Ron's helpless body. Ron screamed but no sound came out his mouth was muffled by the tube that had been slid into it.
"Poor little Weasly." Crabe teased. "Should'a died in the explosion like that bastard Potter."
"Kill him so we can leave." Goyle said in an annoyed tone.
Crabe smiled and pulled the trigger. Blood began to leak up and smear the pure white sheets that covered Ron's already helpless body.
They both laughed and turned to leave but someone was blocking the doorway. His suit was tattered and torn and his body was bruised and bloody. Tears were streaming from his eyes and down to puffy red cheeks.
"P-Potter?" Goyle said in an uneasy way. "I thought you were dead."
"I'm very much alive." Harry said coldly. He reached behind his back and pulled a dirty pistol from his back firing several shots into Crabe before he could pull the trigger of his own weapon.
Crabe stumbled back from the shots and collapsed against the wall slowly sliding down and leaving a streak of blood where he had slid. Goyle charged forward, Harry shot him but he kept coming tackling Harry into the hallway and up against the wall. Harry screamed out as pain crept through his body. Goyle held him up in a bear hug squeezing the life from him.
"You bastard!" Goyle exclaimed. "You killed Crabe!"
"a-and he killed r-Ron." Harry said slowly suffocating. "n-now I'll k-kill you!" a gunshot filled the hallway and blood seeped from Goyle's foot. He screamed and let Harry drop. Harry pointed the gun and fired but no bullets came out. "Shit." He said and dodged Goyle hit that slammed into the wall behind him.
Harry bolted into Ron's room closely followed by a limping Goyle. He turned and at the last second ducked just as Goyle swung another hard hit. He used Goyle's on momentum against him and flipped him head over heels sending him crashing out the window. Harry watched as Goyle's body fell two stories down and hit the concrete not moving.
He turned to Ron and collapsed beside the bed. His tears had dried and he was only slightly sobbing now. He placed his head in his arms and began to cry again but a faint beep made him look up. The heart monitor beeped again showing some kind of life but only barely. Harry smiled and ripped the bloody sheet from Ron's body. Ron was unconscious but the bullet had missed his heart and hit him directly in his collar bone. Because of that he would live.
"Yes, yes, oh thank Merlin." Harry said happily. "Ron if you can here me I swear on my parent's soul Malfoy will pay for this. I swear I'll get revenge for us both he'll pay, he'll pay. Malfoy will die at my hands. I won't return until he is dead. Stay here Ron the doctors will be here any minute they'll nurse you back to health."
Harry stood up and kissed Ron on the forehead. "Heal quickly I'll be back." He bolted out the door and down the hallway. He ran down the stairs knowing the people that hear the gunshots most likely alerted the police. They would be there soon and he did not want to be anywhere around when they did show up.
Harry ran out the sliding doors and stopped looking up at Ron's broken window. He started to run again but stopped and looked at the ground.
"Shit," he said in a near audible whisper.
Goyles body was gone.