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Snurre Tom von der Eisenbahn (Thankz 4 the review lol u really kno how 2 make a writer feel good bout his work…& I'm glad u understand the point of fan fiction its not to follow the same path as the books or movies. I write them to make what I want to happen, happen…well I wanted to keep the tone the same but I'm glad u noticed the mood changed. You'll see what I'm doing with it in later chapters & you'll have to wait to see who the mole is)

Chapter 14: The Plot Thickens

Ron blinked his eyes carefully attempting to adjust to the bright light in the hospital. He couldn't move any part of his body just yet but he was alive after surviving a bomb explosion then slamming into a brick wall and a gunshot wound to the collar bone. However he didn't feel thoroughly happy about the situation Harry was still dead and he was in no shape to exact his revenge on Malfoy.

Hatred burned at Ron's very essence, revenge and anger twisted his thoughts. The burning anger forced his temperature to rise and beads of sweat to dot his forehead and exposed body. His muscles tensed and tightened as he attempted to move with no results. Finally he gave in and decided to bide his time. He would heal and when that time came revenge would be his.

"Malfoy will die," he whispered softly to himself.

Hermione walked reluctantly with Malfoy through the mall she couldn't complain after all she was being showered with free gifts. Malfoy was buying her whatever she laid her eyes on for more then two second whether she liked it or not. She couldn't count how many bags she had on her or stuffed into the car but she was going to have a field day when she returned to Malfoy manor.

She wished she could run away or shout for help but Malfoy had already set her straight about trying to escape or anything along those lines. He owned the mall…

"Are you enjoying yourself dear?" Draco questioned with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

She eyed him suspiciously before answering. "Seeing as how I was kidnapped watched my best friends die in an explosion was trapped in a dungeon for days and am now being treated to a shopping spree," she paused and looked at her belongings. "I would love to kill you right now."

"Then I'm doing my job," Draco shot back laughing afterwards. "Would you like that dress there my dear?"

Hermione looked up and noticed a beautiful black lace dress hanging in the window above it seemed to outshine everything in its path. She wanted it Malfoy could see in her reaction she wanted it.

"Its yours," he said after a few moments. She turned her attention to Malfoy looking at him and really taking him in trying to decide if his sweet words and money spending was genuine or just a ruse.

"Thank you," she finally replied. Her thoughts swirled around her head he had locked her in a dungeon killed a house elf murdered Harry and Ron and now was being the sweetest person in the world to her. She had to play her cards right and bide her time before she made any move to escape.

(Malfoy Manor while Draco is out with Hermione)

Room 5 is clear…bugs planted…camera's set up…moving on to next room…I've found something…oh my god…we have to stop Malfoy…I'm taking this paper as evidence…understood Sir I wont tamper with anything…moving on now…

"Very well but I would very much like to know the name of the woman I am to kidnap." Harry said hurriedly.

"Ah yes of course, of course. Her name is Hermione Granger."

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"ASSASINS MS. GRANGER DOWN!" one of the guards screamed pushing her backwards to the guards behind. One of them grabbed her up and carried her back to the plane.

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Harry walked to side of the plane and pointed at the closed door. "Alohamora." He said and it popped open quickly.

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"No!" Hermione shouted. In an instant she had pulled her wand from her thigh and pointed it. "Veletay incantarto!"

"Expelliarmous," Harry easily deflected the blasting charm and summoned her wand from her hands. "You were nervous. Nervous makes one easy to defeat." He said pointing his phoenix feather wand at her. "Please come with me."

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The seat turned around and a blonde man was sitting there grinning wildly. His figures had changed very much he was more of a man now and looked like his father in some ways. Hermione nearly fainted.

"m-malfoy?" she gasped.

Harry and Ron shot each other desperate looks. Ron gave Harry a frightened look but then they remember that Draco didn't know it was them otherwise they would have been dead upon entering the building.

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"Ron," Harry thought for a moment. "You know it was more then just another job. We just condemned Hermione to death and it's supposed to be just another job? How foolish can someone be it was more then a job it was." Harry trailed off no word could express what he was feeling.

Silence filled the elevator for a moment. "It's to late now," Harry finally broke the silence. "It's too late," tears began to flush down more quickly now.

Harry snapped to attention and sat up quickly. His body was drenched in sweat along with Hagrids floor. He hadn't stopped having nightmares about the past few events since he agreed to kidnap Hermione. It haunted him and was slowly tearing him up inside. He looked over at Hagrid making sure his old friend was still breathing. Everything seemed fine something about the fire burning inside the hut healed wounds. The horrific burn Snape had left on Hagrid's great chest was slowly patching itself up and Harry knew Hagrid would be fine.

"I got him for you Hagrid," Harry said softly placing his hand on the big mans shoulder. "And now I have a job to finish."

Harry got up and put his torn and raggedy suit on he had nothing else after all. He searched around for something to eat and upon finding something began to cook it. After a while a soft knock tapped against Hagrid's great door.

"Hagrid," Harry spun around eyes staring at the door so hard it nearly burned through. He knew that voice and for some reason he was terrified. "Hagrid?" the voice repeated.

(Ministry of Magic)

"HE IS RISKING HIS LIFE!" someone shouted. Two figures where locked inside a darkened room arguing heavily about something.

"He knew the risks of this mission," the other replied coldly. "Infiltrating Malfoy Manor isn't something a lot of people rush to do."

"So you are telling me we cannot send any type of backup to assist him?"

"Not just yet we don't have enough evidence to convict either Malfoy on any charges."

"How dare you," hatred leaked from the figures voice. "You and I both know what they are plotting to do on the Blood Moon and if we allow that to happen nobody will be able to stop them."

The room fell silent for a minute. "We need more evidence," the other replied after a moment.

"I cannot do this," the figure grabbed up his coat and walked towards the door. "You will have to live with this if their plans become reality." He left the room quickly leaving the other to his thoughts.

"Good job," a familiar voice leaked its poison into the air. Lucious Malfoy stepped from the shadows placing his hand on the other figures shoulder. "You are playing your role perfectly."

"The polyjuice potion might wear off,"

"Well then I suggest you get more my friend as long as they think you are Cornelius Fudge we can keep them off our trail until our plans are done." Malfoy replied.

"What would happen if they found out I wasn't Fudge?" the fake asked. "What if the potion runs out and they find out I'm just a house elf?"

"Then you'll die," Malfoy's words leaked with cold evil. He grinned then disappeared into the shadows leaving the fake Cornelius Fudge to dwell in his thoughts.

The door to Hagrid's hut opened slowly and familiar eyes stared back at Harry, eyes that looked straight through him in their usually manor searching his soul and somehow knowing everything.

"Hello Harry," he hadn't heard his name said like that since he left Hogwarts. He sort of missed it, wished it could happen more often.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Harry finally replied. They stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity Harry was standing before his hero once again.

Dumbledore finally broke the silence. "Harry I know everything," Harry opened his mouth to speak but Dumbledore interrupted him. "There isn't much time Hagrid will be fine but you must stop Malfoy."

Harry didn't understand how Dumbledore knew anything or what he knew but he didn't care he was going to listen.

"Take these," Dumbledore handed Harry his invisibility cloak then pulled his phoenix feather wand for his sleeve.

"My wand!" Harry exclaimed. "How did you-"that is not important right now Harry." Dumbledore interrupted. "If Malfoy completes his plans he will become immortal and not even I will be able to stop them."

"Immortal?" Harry stammered on the word. "What do you mean? How can he do that?"

"There is a legend Harry," Dumbledore began. "If a pure blood wizard sacrifices the blood of a loved one and marries a half breed under the light of the Blood Moon during the third strike of midnight immortality will be blessed unto them. Malfoy seeks to find if this legend is true. "

Harry's eyes where opened and all the blanks in the puzzle began to fill out. Malfoy was going to marry Hermione and become immortal. He had hired Ron and himself intentionally from the beginning so he could take them out with the bomb. If Harry and Ron where dead there wouldn't be anyone that could stop him from accomplishing his goal. Dumbledore interrupted Harry's thoughts once again; he was doing a lot of that tonight.

He held out his hand and handed Harry a sack of flu powder. Harry nodded his head then turned to Hagrid's fireplace. He paused then turned around staring at Dumbledore. "Thank you professor," he said in a barely audible whisper.

"Call me Albus," Dumbledore replied. Harry smiled then leapt into the flame disappearing. "Good luck Mr. Potter,"