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Chapter 14

Hemera, whatever happens, don't follow us. Hermione pleaded in her mind.

I don't like this, was the angry reply.

Well, I don't either but I won't have you being found out. Understood? I command you to stay away until I call. She hated using direct orders, but it was necessary. She didn't want to, but it was needed. She couldn't have Hemera storming in, only to be killed. She was tough, but Hermione didn't want to push their luck. Not yet anyways.

Hermione felt herself being lifted. She winced in pain as she felt hands dig into her wrists. "Let's go beautiful," a husky voice said in her air, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes flashed to Charlie's and they were pained. Harry looked panicked, and Ron looked like he was going to throw up. Her heart started beating frantically.

"Greyback? Are you completely sure? Cause if it ain't, we're dead." Someone pipped up.

Greyback howled. "I'm in charge, and I say this is them. If you don't like it, you're free to leave. More galleons for me."

Hermione figured the one holding her was Scabior. She tried to calm her breathing, but to no avail. It remained fast and terrified.

Greyback walked over to Harry, grabbing him by the scalp. "Don't let any of them get away. On the count of three. One, two, three!"

They all disappeared, unable to free themselves of their captor's grips.

Hermione felt to the ground. Her head was spinning and she was trying to regain her bearings. Feeling herself being yanked up, she looked up and saw what she assumed to be Malfoy Manor. There were large black iron gates in front of them, and a long drive. Hermione would have been impressed if it wasn't for the fact that they might die there.

She quickly cast a worried glance to Harry, who shook his head. Hermione let out a small sigh of relief. Riddle wasn't there. They were safe... for now.

Greyback walked up to the gates, and grabbed them. "We've got Potter!" He roared triumphantly. "We've captured Harry Potter!"

The gates swung forward. Scabior tightened his grip on Hermione, pulling her forward. She glanced to the side and saw a white peacock. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but didn't dare.

Just as they neared the house, Hermione watched as Harry's body stared to convulse. She figured his scar must be paining him.

Suddenly, light spilled onto all of them.

"What is this?" said a woman's cold voice.

"We're here to see the Dark Lord," Greyback growled.

"Who are you?" The woman hissed.

"You know me!" Greyback said, sounding frustrated. "Fenrir Greyback, we've caught Potter." He yanked Harry forward, showing him to the woman.

"How can you be so sure?" She asked.

Hermione looked up and immediately realized who this woman was. Narcissa Malfoy.

"You can see the faint outline of the scar!" Scabior piped up. "And this is his Mudblood, the one he's been traveling with." He pushed Hermione forward.

She watched as Narcissa looked them over. "Bring them in."

Hermione was pushed into the house, and down a long hall.

"Draco is home for the Easter holiday. If this is Harry Potter, he will know." She said, leading them into a large room.

Hermione felt her heart beating even faster. Scabior was still breathing down her neck.

"What is this?" A long drawl voiced up.

Hermione felt her insides clench as Lucius Malfoy rose from the chair.

"They say they've got Potter," Narcissa replied. "Draco, come here!" She commanded.

Draco slowly made his way over, trying not to make eye contact. He failed, as his steel eyes met Hermione's brown ones. They were full of fear and nervousness. He quickly tore his gaze away, stopping in front of Harry.

There was silence.

"Well, Draco? Is it him?" Lucius eagerly asked.

"I don't know," he said, trying to back away a bit. "I can't tell."

"Look closer," Lucius said excitedly. He took a step forward, his eyes raking Harry's messed up face. "This could be the scar. Draco, look properly."

Draco scooted forward, but his body movement made it clear he didn't want to do this. "I don't know." He said firmly.

"We have to be absolutely sure before we summon him." Narcissa said.

Scabior shoved Hermione forward a bit. "What about the Mudblood?"

"Yes," Narcissa said. "I've seen her with Potter before. Draco, isn't that the Granger girl?"

Draco shrugged. "It could be."

"And then these must be the Weasleys! Two of them!" Lucius exclaimed walking towards Charlie and Ron. "Draco, isn't this them?"

Draco shrugged. "I only know the youngest boy, and I haven't seen him in ages. I'm not sure," he said, turning around so he didn't have to look at them any longer.

Hermione felt a small stab of pity at Draco. He didn't want this. He knew it was them, yet he wasn't giving them up.

"What is this!" Another voice sounded out.

Hermione felt her fear escalate to a higher level as Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly towards them. She stopped in front of Hermione. "This is the Granger girl, that Mudblood," she spat.

Lucius nodded eagerly. "This has to be Potter than!"

Bellatrix laughed, her high pitched cackle filling the room. "Yes, if you're sure. We must inform the Dark Lord at once!" She dragged back her left sleeve, the dark mark visible for all to see.

Lucius lunged at her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. "I was going to call him! It'll be me, Bella, Potter has been brought to my house, so it's my authority-"

"Your authority?" She cackled. "You lost all rights when you lose your wand. Release me immediately."

"This has nothing to do with you!" Lucius cried. "You did not capture Potter, you did not-"

Greyback growled. "Now you best not be forgetting who actually found them.."

Bellatrix laughed. "You filthy scavenger! Want is it you want? Gold, here, take it." She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped, her eyes frozen on something.

Lucius grinned, quickly pulling out his own mark. He was about to touch it, but stopped when Bellatrix shrieked.

"If you summon him now, we'll all die!" She cried.

She lunged at the snatcher, ripping the sword from his grasp. "Where did you get this!" She hissed, her eyes wide with anger. "Snape sent this to my vault." She approached Greyback. "Where did you get this!"

"It was in their tent," he answered gruffly.

She stood back, looking at the sword. Finally, she made a decision. "Draco, remove the snatchers from the house. Greyback may stay."

Narcissa huffed, "This is my home Bella!"

Bellatrix twirled around, facing her sister. Hermione had never seen a more frightening sight. "You have no idea of the dangers we are in."

Narcissa bowed her head slightly. "Greyback, take the prisoners to the cellar."

"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply. "All except for the Mudblood."

Hermione's heart stopped. She heard Greyback growl in pleasure. A few tears leaked down her face, as she turned to face the others. Harry was clutching his head, and Charlie's face had turned completely white.

"No, take me instead!" Ron shouted.

Bellatrix cackled. "If she dies, I'll take you next. Blood traitor is just as bad as Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, but do not harm them."

She approached Hermione, pulling a small silver knife from her robes. She cut Hermione free, then dragged her by her hair to the middle of the room. She watched as the others were dragged out of sight. She couldn't hear anything but the thumping of her heart. She looked up in the woman's eyes, and cringed at the excitement she saw there. She inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself as the woman slowly approached her.

Greyback pushed them all forward, locking them in the cell. "Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished?" He crooned, teasing them. "I'd say I'll get a bite or two, wouldn't you blood traitors?"

He grinned mischievously, returning up the stairs. He slammed the door shut, leaving the others in darkness.

It was silent, no one daring to say anything. Suddenly, there was a terrible, drawn-out scream from directly above them.