DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT

Five

Hermione's head spun when they landed outside a huge mansion. For a moment she thought that they were at Malfoy Manor and she almost whimpered in horror but the lawns were different as though they hadn't been cut in a long time and the fountain was dried up. All the windows were dark and the curtains were drawn. It looked dead and the house had a kind of droopy look to it.

"Where are we?" she asked, looking around the deserted place. The man beside her laughed coldly.

"I thought you'd ask who I was not where we are. You really are slow aren't you Granger?" It was clearly an insult and Hermione was thoroughly insulted. She huffed just a bit but avoided acting like a bitch. He had saved her life for Merlin's sake. She shouldn't be complaining about whether he insulted her or not. She owed him her life. That made Hermione frown. She didn't want to be in debt to any one, especially not a death eater. The man just risked his ass and you can't owe him a small debt?

Small? Death eaters don't do small debts.

How do you know that? Are you a death eater?

What the hell? I don't have to be a death eater to know how they operate!

Tsk, tsk. Judging people by the way they are? That's harsh.

They judge my kind and we have never done anything to them. Well, not all of us anyway. The voice didn't respond after that and Hermione was glad. She didn't usually judge people but death eaters weren't people. They were monsters who didn't care about who they hurt. They were all crazy and hell bent on following that fool Voldemort to his grave and theirs.

"This isn't Malfoy Manor. I said I wouldn't take you there and I don't break my word." Hermione kept looking at his face, wishing he would take the mask off but it stayed in place. The strong voice brought her back to reality and the situation Hermione was in right now. She was with a death eater at his home and she didn't know when she would be going back. That thought gave her a pang in her heart which almost doubled Hermione over in pain. She wouldn't be able to see Harry or Ginny or anyone else. She was going to be leaving her family and they would probably presume she was dead. Hermione felt her eyes well up with tears and her heart squeezed. She wouldn't be able to see Lupin, who had become like an older brother to her, someone who she could run to with her problems and tears on her face and he'd always ask her whose arse was kicking first. Hermione's heart broke and she wanted to sit and cry.

"Don't start the tears with me girl. That's not going to help. Let's get inside before any one comes here and u sees us." Hermione heard him murmur something about "how badly Voldemort was going to kick his arse tonight for saving the little mud blood." Before Hermione walked inside, she turned to the tall man at her side tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Finally going to ask who I am?" he asked lazily. Hermione blushed for an unknown reason and nodded.

"Well, yes I was just about to ask that since I owe you." He sneered down at her and pulled Hermione against him. The pressure on her upper arms made Hermione wince in pain.

"Oh, you owe me mud blood. You owe me big time. As for my name, Miss Granger I am the one and only Rabastan Lestrange."