Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in, like, FOREVER, but I've been shuttling back and forth between North Carolina and New York the whole past week, and have only managed to write half of chapter 9; so rather than make you guys hate me even more, I'm uploading it in TWO PARTS. I know, crazy.

I also haven't gotten more than 18 hours of sleep in the past 4 days (if you do the math, that's an average of 4.5 hours per night), so please ignore the awful spelling and grammar.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter Series!

PART 1

For Jacob, things hadn't been flowing quite so smoothly. He had shot out of one of the fireplaces in the main entrance onto the black marble floor, sweaty hands clutching the extra vial of polyjuice, scrambled to his feet and tucked the vial into 'his' jacket pocket. He looked around nervously, and tried to breathe more evenly.

High vaulted ceilings and tall marble columns led the way down the hallway where an enormous fountain was imposingly placed. A huge block of stone was at it's center, making a large pillar with the Ministry symbol on it, and Jacob caught the words Magic Is Might along it's side, engraved in the marble.

As he cast his gaze downwards, he could see at the base of the pillar, holding it up, were the naked bodies of men, women and children alike, their faces and bodies contorted into expressions of pain and suffering. He assumed they could only be muggles.

Transfixed by the awful image of the fountain, he stood staring for a few moments, unable to move, until the chiming of a great clock brought him back to his senses. 11 times it tolled, 11:00 at night, at Jacob knew that he had to get moving.

Where did Kingsley say she was? The Dungeons? There's a lift.

He strode towards the gated lift with a swift and what he hoped to be a confident looking pace. It opened automatically for him, and closed behind him, nearly closing on the tail of his coat, though he barely noticed.

He looked at the wall, covered in glowing buttons. It seemed that the Ministry was far more expansive than they let on. Some levels had a keyhole next to them where the holder of the key, a person of higher standing in the new Ministry, would insert the matching key and gain access to whatever was on that level.

Scanning the wall, he found the level marked with a 'D'. Dungeons. Must be it, then. It had a small keyhole next to it, and he brushed his hand inside of his pocket, searching for the key. His hand brushed against something small and cold, and when he brought it up to the light, he could see that it was a small golden it into the keyhole, he saw that it was a perfect fit.

The button glowed, Jacob having activated it, and he pressed it. The lift shuddered, but didn't move. He pushed the button again, before it started to fade, and groaning, the lift moved backwards a fraction of an inch, but no further.

That's odd. I guess it's the stairs then. He pressed the button indicating the lift's open doors, but they remained firmly shut. Jacob Amanar began to sweat.

My first mission for the Oder, and I manage to get stuck in a bloody lift! How am I going to get out of this all the while staying inconspicuous?

The tapping of shoes indicated someone coming, and Jacob pressed his back against the wall of the lift, hoping it would make him more invisible.

An oily looking man dressed sharply in black robes passed the lift, and merely glancing to his left, saw the Draco look-alike standing holding his breath and trying to blend into the wall of an unmoving lift. Naturally, like anyone else would do given the circumstances, he wandered over. But as he got nearer, a look of recognition passed across his face, and his pace slowed to an almost saunter, his mouth turned into a smirk.

"Look at you, Draco Malfoy, caught in a lift. Do you need something?" The man stood at the entrance of the lift, gazing in at its prisoner. Jacob exhaled, and did the best impression of Malfoy as he could. "Of course, you idiotic excuse for a wizard. Do you think I prefer standing here wasting my time when I could be out having dinner in London? Go get someone, if you want to be of any help." He sneered.

The man frowned. "Had another fight with Astoria again mate? It's like Blaise and I have been trying to tell you, don't let the bloody bitch rule your life!" it then occurred to Jacob that he was talking with one of Malfoy's friends, and he frowned, trying to place him. Who did Kingsley say would be hanging out with Malfoy? Blaise, and Theo was it? This must be Theo. And this Astoria chick must be Malfoy's mistress or whatnot.

He cleared his throat, and decided to go out onto a limb. "I've been bloody trying to, but she won't get a hint. Skull's too thick. Now let me out Theo, I've got to go see Bellatrix." Theodore Nott rolled his eyes.

"Are you a wizard or aren't you?" Jacob blushed at the blatant point, but soon paled when he realized that he didn't have Malfoy's wand. If Nott noticed, he would get caught for sure.

"If my wand was working, I would have as soon as I got stuck, but it, um, got cracked when Astoria threw a plate at my head and I tried to block it. I dropped it off at Olivanders and I've been using one he gave me."

When Theo began to slowly nod in understanding, Jacob let out a silent sigh of relief.

"Alohomora." Nott pointed his wand at the lock holding the gates closed, and it clicked, the doors swinging open. Jacob/Draco strode out and nodded his thanks to Nott as he passed, "Well, I have to go. See you tomorrow," leaving behind a slightly befuddled Theodore Nott.

Rounding the corner, Jacob collapsed against the wall, stifling a nervous giggle fit from the close escape. He peeked around the corner, where Nott was just starting to walk away again, and feeling very spy-like, carefully moved out of view again. He spotted the entrance to a stairway that seemed to lead downwards, and carefully descended the winding staircase into the darkness...

278, 279, 280! Jacob sprawled out onto the floor at the foot of the staircase, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. He had always been a big runner, and going up stairs was easy for him. It was going down them that he couldn't handle, and 280 was just about as much as he could take without falling on his face. He lifted himself slowly to his feet, and inspected his surroundings.

There was a musky sort of smell coating the entire area, that seemed to be emitting from the very walls themselves. Bits of moss and some sort of fungus grew from the ceiling, and Jacob could hear the sounds of water dripping down onto the cold stone floor. No longer did black polished marble coat the hallway, but gray uneven pieces of stone paved the way.

Jacob slowly began to walk down the hall, Draco's shoes tapping obnoxiously as he walked. He passed several rooms, gated off by iron bars and locked with rusty locks. Several of the cells had occupants, all of which seemed to be in a deep slumber, and all a great number to a cell. Peering into one cell, he could make out the individual shapes of twelve persons, huddled against the wall or clinging to each other in their sleep.

He traveled down the length of the hall, until he came to the last cell. This cell only had one occupant. Jacob peered through, and caught a glimpse of bushy hair. "Hermione?" He called softly. She didn't stir.

"Lumos." Jacob murmured. The smallest hint of light came from his wand, and he raised it to shine into the cell. Hermione was spread eagle on the floor, in a pool of blood, unmoving, her eyes closed.

"Oh shit." Jacob croaked, holding his stomach as if to keep it's contents from coming back up. He pointed his wand at the lock. "Alohomora." and to his surprise, it swung open. He stepped inside, holding his nose to stop the thick stench of blood and death. He bent down and pressed his fingers to her neck, where he could feel the shallowest beating of a heart.

"Alright, time to get you out of this hellhole." Jacob muttered. He picked her up lightly, her head lolling back against his shoulder and her breathing undisturbed, and just as he was about to open the cell door back up, he heard the shrill voice of a woman, and the deeper tone of a man's laugh.

"Excellent. We'll see if the mudblood will talk now, she has no idea what I have in store for her, the stupid bitch." Jacob paled as he heard this, and as the voices grew nearer and nearer, Jacob knew their intent was to check in on Hermione. He saw the forms of two people heading his way, and extinguished his wand, though he could still see them.

The man's form he did not recognize. But the woman's sent a shiver down his spine. This was the woman whom he had heard about numerous times from Harry and the other Order Members, one who would creep into his nightmares and cause him to wake up screaming, the woman who was told to be worse than you-know-who himself.

Jacob pressed his back against the cold wall and shut his eyes.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

Sorry to leave you all on a cliff hanger, but it had to be done...

So, R&R please, and cookies to those who do. Yummy chocolatey chunky delicious cookies. Speaking of cookies (except not really) I decided that I have been socially awkward for long enough, and am pondering the question as to whether or not I should get a Twitter! I've been wanting one, but I want a few outside opinions first... Plus, we could get to know each other more better. More betterer. Better.

I promise I will update PART 2 sometime within the next few weeks. But until we meet again, I love you all! Yes, even you, you intravert, you, who spends all your time reading fanfiction stories online...it's okay though, because it's people like you who keep me going, so I love you all! Thanks for reading, I'll be back soon!