Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if you doubt me, why would I be writing fan fiction if I was JK Rowling? Hmm?

A/N: Soo sorry that I didn't update on Wednesday/Thursday last week but the chapter didn't feel right. It still doesn't but I decided nearly two weeks had been long enough.

Chapter 3

The Attack

I went down to breakfast, a little more tired than I had wanted to be, but still it was better than not having slept at all. After seeing... well, whatever that was last night, I couldn't go to sleep but stay up thinking of all the reasons someone might have been staring at my window waiting for me to appear. Did they want to warn me about something? Were they spying on me? What purpose did they have for standing out side my window at that time of night? I couldn't help but ponder over all of that, and I nearly didn't hear it when Ron yelled at me to pass the syrup.

I chucked the syrup at him and told him the usual, "How can you eat at a time like this Ronald? You're absolutely disgusting." But without the normal vigor and spirit as normal. Harry and Ron noticed how distracted I was from my normal attitude and they definitely were worried.

"Are you ok Hermione? What's wrong? Are you getting worried about tonight? Don't worry we have everything planned out perfectly." Harry and Ron said a mixture of all these over the course of 5 minutes. I looked at them and nearly laughed.

"I had a weird dream and I was thinking about it. I'm not worried, trust me." I said reassuring them, they looked at me for a few minutes and then after deciding I was fine, went back to scarfing down as much food as they could. Who knew how long it would be before our next meal? I didn't want to think about how quickly time had passed. It seemed like a just last year I was trying on my first Hogwarts robe, and not even a month ago I was explaining to Harry and Ron how stupid they were being for trusting a book that had mysterious writings in it. And just a few days ago, Bill and Fleur had gotten married. But in reality it had been nearly 8 years since I first tried on a robe, nearly 2 years since I was scolding Harry and Ron for using that stupid book, and a year ago that Bill and Fleur's marriage had taken place. And now here we were, standing on the threshold of a new world.

A world where we would either flourish and bring about a new age, or one where we would become outlaws, and rebels and be hunted down wherever we went. I wasn't about to predict which world we would find ourselves after tonight, and I didn't really want to know. I hoped for the best, and prayed to whoever that we would get the best of our fates tonight. I put no faith in a certain outcome, it was illogical to hope for one outcome, cause then there would be more grief than if I had not hoped for a certain outcome.

I listened as Harry and Ron went over cemented details and told me everything I was supposed to do. By the time we left four hours later I was completely informed on the plan. We were going to make our way over to Malfoy Manor, where it was rumored that Voldemort was staying for the time being. We hid out there for a little bit, watching the house like a predator stalks his prey. Harry and Ron used pieces of magical paper to communicate with one another and occasionally with me, but for the most part, I was watching the windows. I was looking for that face that had watched and waited for me. We waited for nearly an hour, watching, waiting, and deciding. Suddenly, it seemed that everyone was inside, all the Death Eaters, and all Voldemort's followers, and the rotten evil bastard himself. I looked inside and saw what I had waited for. There was a figure, seeming to look straight at me through one of the windows. He made the same motion as this morning, the acknowledgement of our seeing each other. And then he turned away, and did not look over his shoulder again. So we both knew the other was there. But he didn't seem to say anything or point over to us. I used Legilimens and saw what he was thinking. He wasn't thinking betrayal. And I really hope that at no point did he ever think to betray us. Did he even truly know we were here? Had I just imagined that little wave? I couldn't tell, but Harry and Ron were ready to attack.

We silently locked the doors and sealed the windows and other ways out. We turned off all the lights, and everything was dark. Inside and out seemed completely dead, empty. For a second, everything was silent, the house, the world, everything seemed to hold it's breath like that last moment on a roller coaster after you've gone up the big hill and your about to go downwards, and make that stomach twisting fall down. Everything was silent, and it was slightly disturbing.

Then screaming, yelling, curses being thrown, hexes were shouted. Me and Ron held the boundary, unfortunately killing any who happened to make it through. We turned off the lights so no one would see who got out, and what happened to them. Harry had somehow made it in and was silently killing people from the inside out. Something about this seemed too...easy. Like things were happening much easier than they should have. For a moment I enjoyed it. We were winning! But after thinking about it, things would have been more believable if we had had more trouble.

But I didn't think on it too much, they started coming out faster and it took all my mind to stop them from attacking me, as I killed all that fled. I would never admit it, not to anyone at all, that I somehow wished that at least the younger Malfoy would have the sense to stay inside. The moment I thought it, I knew it was blasphemy. How could I care for the younger Malfoy? What purpose would serve me in caring for his well being when it was my life on the line?

Eventually things were looking pretty good, but then something turned the tables, the Death Eaters came out. Fully masked and covered and for a moment I was truly scared. They started throwing hexes at me and Ron, and we threw some right back at them. We blocked and shielded and tried our hardest to get through their shields. I had gotten a few. I didn't care who I hit, as long as I was alive at the end of this, I was fine. Inside something was happening. The lights were on again and all the Death Eaters kept looking over their shoulder trying to see in. Thats how me and Ron got our advantage. Whenever they looked over their shoulder, we would fire a killing curse and down they'd go and the next one would come to the front.

I noticed that they were very distracted. Something inside was taking all their attention. I couldn't help but wonder what was so interesting inside? A Death Eater flew at me, curses flying everywhere. This could be none but the infamous Bellatrix, oh how I hated her. She took a leap at me again, and without even missing a beat, I fired a curse at her and she went flying backwards. She was unconscious on the ground and wasn't moving. I moved on to the next victim, taking my time and being careful. But suddenly things were black. I distantly heard shouting and fighting, but I couldn't separate voice from voice. And I saw shadows forming at the edges of my vision, but I couldn't see anything. A heard Ron shout, but he kept fighting, and shortly all was gone. I fell from consciousness.

I awoke in a strange place, even when I'd been captured before I had never been taken to this place. I could barely move without feeling pain, I moved my head as much as I could without screaming and saw that Ron was nearby, and the remaining Death Eaters too. And then there was Voldemort. My breath froze in my throat, and I had never actually seen him. Harry fought him alone down in the dungeons while he was getting the Sorcerer's Stone, he was the one who fought him after the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and it was Harry who now stood nobly and proud in front of him, or at least I think it was. I still could not see as well as I wanted to, things were fuzzy and dark. But I was pretty sure it was Harry, even if it wasn't, I was fearful for Harry. Sure we had planned on taking Voldemort out during this, but we had never expected him to have back up, and for either me or Ron to be down. I think I saw Harry and Voldemort exchange some communication probably talking about what had happened recently and about Harry's choice in friends. I started getting feeling back in my limbs, and could feel the ropes tying my hands together and the rope around my knees. I rolled over slightly noticing Ron was laying not too far away, unconscious. I took in my surroundings as soon as my vision returned to normal. We were probably in the Dining Hall, or possibly a parlor or drawing room. It was a pretty large room, and everyone's attention was focused on Harry and Voldemort. All except for one set of eyes. I couldn't tell who it was, but I could feel eyes staring at me. Cold unfeeling eyes, without any hatred.

Harry's Point of View

A/N: I know this is odd, but I really want to do this from Harry's point of view just right now at least.

We circled each other, his red eyes staring at me with disdain and menace. I glanced over to where I had seen Hermione and Ron unconscious moments ago, making sure they weren't being harmed. His nose slits flared a little, and his mouth curled into the closest thing to a grin he could get. "Looking for your beloved Mudblood, Potter? Don't worry we'll deal with her as she should be dealt with." He nodded to Bellatrix who grinned happily and raced towards Hermione who's head was barely up and watching the scene. She knocked Hermione out and dragged her off to some room that I couldn't see.

I yelled and sent a curse toward him, not really sure what I had just sent his way. And so we began to duel, him throwing the killing curse around, and me dodging and working my way around him. Things were scary. I threw spell after spell, curse after curse. Trying my hardest to hit him at least once, at least injure him somewhat. For awhile, neither of us got around the others defenses.

I finally got the upper hand when I flew a hex at a Death Eater, and his appearance made Voldemort pause for a second. I got a hit in, but that was a bad mistake. After that Voldemort started using curses and spells that were definitely the Dark Arts. I did nothing but block. For some of the spells even a shield wouldn't stop them. My arms were covered with welts and bruises and cuts by the time we stopped firing curses at each other. We stared at each for nearly ten minutes straight. Calculating how good of a chance we both had. My chances weren't as great as they would be with someone else, and his chances were much better than mine. I was nearly desperate, fearful you might say. I kept eye contact making sure that nothing would distract me. I was crouched down near the ground, keeping a steady stance and keeping enough weight to be light on my feet.

I accidentally look over and saw Malfoy, the younger one, staring at me. His mouth was open and his eyes looked worried. I couldn't decipher exactly what his facial expression read, but I knew the worry wasn't toward Voldemort. He noticed me looking at him and stared me straight in the eye. I don't know why but we seemed to make a connection. Not the connection me and Voldemort had made when our wands connected, no, something... different. It was odd. It was almost like we were communicating. Except, nothing was said, and no messages were passed. It was momentary and was gone as quick as it had come, but it had been there. I knew that for sure.

I was about ready to make another move when I heard it. A sound that stopped me in my tracks and made my insides churn and boil. It was a scream. A blood curdling, pain filled, female scream. It was Hermione. I wanted to rush to her, to make the screaming stop, to make that pain go away. I could barely take it! That was when the Dark Lord made his move. I felt myself falling on my back, but I couldn't move. Not really. He walked over and stood on top of me and looked me in the eye.

"Harry Potter. Everyone thought you were going to be their hero. Everyone thought you were going to save them from the evils of the terrible Lord Voldemort. Everyone will be so disappointed that you rushed into things so fast and got yourself killed. Too bad your little mudblood won't be as lucky as you. She gets to stay alive. And don't worry, we'll take excellent care of her. As for your friend Weasley... WHERE DID HE GO?" He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Ron apparently had disappeared and no one had been watching him. I wasn't concerned with where Ronald went, he normally skipped out when things got a bit hairy. But Hermione was in pain and Ron was gone. I didn't believe my ears when I heard that.

"You stupid creatures! How come you weren't watching him! Idiots!" Voldemort sounded furious and I knew I wasn't going to get out of this. He glared down at me, those big red eyes fuming and disgusted at the very sight of me. "Never mind that Potter. The Weasel has escaped and it appears your mudblood is a bit stronger than anticipated. No matter. You're still going to die. Even if your friends remain alive and well. At least as well as they can be in our care. Don't worry Potter, the young Mr. Malfoy will take very good care of Miss Granger. He'll see to that, won't you Draco?" Voldemort turned to look at Malfoy here who put on a grin and nodded. I wanted to kick him where the sun never shone. That slimy git!

Voldemort looked at me, disappointed that I showed no fight, but then he remembered the spell, and removed it. I was fighting as hard as I could. Even if I didn't kill Voldemort it would at least be nice to kick Malfoy. But Voldemort had me pinned down. I wasn't going anywhere. "Ah, that's much better! Let's see, what do we do next? Ah yes! Kill Harry Potter!" A large scream rose up from the crowd. They wanted to torture me before he killed me. And Voldemort very well knew what the scream meant. "Don't fret! We'll have fun with Potter's mudblood and blood traitor friends in due time. Don't worry. But Potter needs all his strength, or the kill won't be worth it. This will be just like your fourth year Harry, get on your feet and let me kill you like a true man. Let me kill you while you stand brave, like your father." Voldemort said and removed whatever was restraining me to the floor. I got up and stood in front of him a few paces away. He pointed his wand at me and asked quietly if I was prepared to go. I nodded and saw the flash of green light.

I'm not sure what I had been expecting. To feel cold? To feel the darkness taking me away? To see a column of light accept me into heaven? I saw and felt none of these. It would have been nice though. Very nice. All I saw, was darkness. All I felt was nothing. Just simple nothingness. I was dead.

3rd Person

"He is dead." It was simple as that. Voldemort felt nothing for the death of his mortal enemy. He didn't even care to play with this dead body in front of him. Normally he excited in throwing the body around in front of people they knew, to drive the devastation more closely into their mind. But the Blood traitor had disappeared, and the Mudblood was being tortured into giving us whatever information she had. But even if they had still remained in the room, it wouldn't have mattered. Harry was dead. That witless ignorant child was dead, and nothing stood in Voldemort's way. He felt... powerful.

"Bellatrix." It was a mere whisper but he knew that she would have heard him. A minute later and Bellatrix came gliding through the room, she looked at him awaiting orders. "The Mudblood. Let's allow whoever wishes to, to visit her in the dungeons. Perhaps that is where her place in this new world shall be." Voldemort turned and walked down a hall way nearby, his robes billowing after him. His maniacal laugh could be heard echoing through the hall as he walked. A number of Death Eaters looked around, their eyes evil and full of disgusting thoughts. Bellatrix led the first 'visitors' to where the dungeon in question was. She walked in before the first visitor.

"Oh Mudblood! I've got some good news for you! The Dark Lord has found a use for you after all. You'll be receiving visitors for quite some time. I won't say what they'll be doing with you, cause to be honest, some of them I'm not entirely sure what their likes are." Her voice dripped with hatred and disgust. She walked out and allowed the first one in. She closed the door behind him, and within a few seconds, screams and whimpers could be heard from the dungeon.

Draco Malfoy stood outside of the doors, though he wasn't in line. He was bringing food to the other prisoner's. But the moment the doors closed, Draco wanted to kill any guy who was in there. He was tired of being on this side. He was tired of murdering muggle borns, raping any girls that came their way, scheming against people he'd grown up with, and catching spies that were doing the right thing. He couldn't do this anymore. To be honest, he hadn't been doing this for a long time. Draco walked past the door, using all his strength to not beat the door down and kill the Death Eater inside. He hated not knowing what was going on behind that door. But the moment the Dark Lord left with all of his lackies, Granger would remain here. Safe under his watch.