A/N: Hello everyone! And welcome to the 13th chapter of the series. It's probably nearly halfway through.
I bet some of you wonder who D.E is now, and, as asked by Kalianna Loralei, no, it's not Snape. :) It's someone more shocking...
[Draco]
"HERMIONE!"
"Draco, Hermione's been gone for a couple of hours now, since it's three o'clock. You're at the villa now. Don't ask how I got in. It's okay."
I woke up to see Ginny smiling sweetly, though her eyes looked more bloodshot than her face showed. Wait, did I just called her Ginny? I have been soft lately.
I sat up on my bed and I started crying. Ginny sighed. She stared into my eyes and I could see tears forming. She then started crying too. We flung our arms around each other, knowing that we might never see Hermione again.
"We need to tell someone!" I yelled after half an hour of sobbing. I then wiped my palm on my eyes, wiping the tears out of them. "Someone important! Like uhh... Dumbledore! And McGonagall too!"
"Yeah," Ginny sighed. "B-but... what if Dumbledore and McGonagall think we're crazy?"
"We'll have to do it ourselves," I announced. "I don't care if we get expelled, or if I have to die for this... I just want Hermione back."
Ginny nodded, and we straight away found Dumbledore and McGonagall's villa.
To be honest, our villa seemed like a taster compared to Dumbledore's and McGonagall's. It was probably as big as London... no, as big as England for all it mattered. You couldn't see the end of the villa, even if you were ten, fifteen miles away from it. The villa looked two hundred, maybe three hundred years old. It had the style and swagger of the Romance era, but it also looked extremely Baroque. Whoever designed this villa was a genius.
Ginny and I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Within a second, Headmaster Dumbledore was there, looking curious.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy!" he said curiously. "What on earth could you be doing here? And with Miss Weasley?"
"It's an emergency!" Ginny whispered. Dumbledore led us in and he closed the front door.
"What emergency?" Dumbledore asked.
"We remember," I said through gritted teeth. "We remember everything. We know about Hogwarts. We know that I'm a stupid, foul-minded Slytherin, Hermione's a know-it-all Gryffindor and Ginny, is well... the best Bat Bogey Hexer we all know and love."
Ginny glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Minerva! I need you! Now!" Dumbledore yelled.
As quick as lightning, McGonagall came downstairs and glared at Dumbledore. "What's so important you had to yell at me?" she stormily yelled.
"They remember," Dumbledore whispered solemnly.
"No! They can't!" she whispered. "The Memory Charm was supposed to - "
"It wasn't strong enough."
Ginny and I stared at each other, shaking our heads.
"Oh... sorry children!" McGonagall sighed. "Well... this is awkward."
"Really?" I sighed. "We just need some answers."
"What are the questions?" Dumbledore asked.
"One, why are we in Muggle Edinburgh?" I asked.
"Two, why are you so scared of us remembering?" Ginny enquired.
"Three, can we please have our wands back?" I asked, carefully choosing my words.
"And four, can you help us get Hermione back from the Death Eaters?" we both said in unison.
"You know what?" Dumbledore smiled. "We tell you what you want to hear - "
"And give our wands back!" Ginny grinned.
"And give your wands back," Dumbledore repeated grudgingly. "And we'll also help you find Hermione. But there's a catch: you both have to keep it a secret."
We nodded, showing him that we agreed.
"What is it that you want to tell us?" I whispered, catching a long, wooden stick in the sky.
A few hours earlier...
[Hermione]
"Where am I?" I arrived, my hands and feet were somehow still tied together. We had just arrived in... well, wherever it is D.E apparated to. It was a quiet place, in teh middle of nowhere. It looked like an exact replica of Godric's Hollow, but filled with more life, and plants, and living things.
"Just a quiet place out in Northern England," D.E explained. "I think it's called Carly, or Carlish. Or Carlydegook. Oh, I remember now! Carlisle."
He untied me and when he was finished, I looked at my wrists and my feet and I started running around in circles. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw some Muggle teenagers walking by with skateboards, looking at D.E as if he was a hallucination, like I was insane. I look ridiculous, but hey, I've been tied up for ages. Okay, it was only a couple of minutes but that's still a long time to be tied up and the rope was already rubbing against my skin and causing my wrists and ankles to have red-hot blisters.
"Thank you!" I smiled, flinging my arms around him after my 'victory run'. "We're so grateful for what you've done for me!"
"We?" D.E asked.
"You know," I grinned. "The blonde boy back there, also known as my boyfriend, and the redhead, who's my best friend? And me? I mean, we should be grateful, 'cause you saved me from dying which could have caused excruciating pain for the two of them. And me."
"Oh," he chuckled. "You're welcome."
There was an awkward pause. I then sat down on a tree stump, sighing. I looked around the garden we were stranded at. The grass has obviously been uncut for a while, looking at how long they were and the flowers look like they could survive another war, since some were withering, but some still looked healthy and pleasant. This place must have been abandoned for years.
"Come," D.E whispered. "The Dark Lord will come soon. You must be in the place he expects you to be in. Hold my hand and come with me."
I grabbed his wrist as we went to a small cottage. Outside, it looks beautiful, lovely, and cozy. But inside, it looked like it was built hastily in the Second Muggle World War.
D.E tied me up to a chair, but I sat on the chair willingly because I know I could trust him. I then pretended to look scared, and he told me how good I could act. He then painted some ash on my face and he carefully dabbed some grey face paint under my eyes to show how 'tired' I've been.
"You could be legendary!" he joked.
"And you could be too," I whispered. "You were brave enough to be a spy in the Death Eaters, knowing that Voldemort's watching your every move. But I have to ask... who are you?"
D.E. took off his violent, red mask, after he stopped flinching at the name. I instantly knew who he was.
"No," I whispered quietly to myself. "It can't be..."
"Oh yes it can..."