Disclaimer: HP?! I think not! Just the plot.
Hermione apparated by a large, dark blue door that was badly needing a paint job. She was standing in front of a gigantic, but apparently abandoned, old mansion. There were ugly, thin vines snaking their way up the sides of the house; almost completely covering the cracked bricks and filthy windows, which were either broken or missing. The dark shutters, hung crookedly on rusty hinges.
Hermione directed her attention back to the large door. "Serpens venenum," she whispered the password softly, as if she was afraid to break the deathly silence that hung over the area like thick fog. The old door immediately swung forward, to reveal the dim gloominess within.
This dusty old house had clearly once seen great times - times of wealth, and happiness.
But those days were long gone.
The terrible mark on her forearm was still throbbing agonizingly, but the sting had started to diminish.
As she had been instructed to do by Draco, she made her way up two pairs of creaky stairs until she reached the hallway that he had told her she would find. Looking to her right, she saw the door that she knew was the right one.
She stopped right in front of it, staring at it for a long moment as she braced herself and gathered her courage. Taking one last deep breath, she let Bellatrix's face relax into a neutral expression as she opened the door.
Inside, there was a huddle of a few cloaked figures around someone in a chair in the center of the room. The dark cloaked person in the chair looked up at her as she entered, and she felt an involuntary shudder run down her spine as the dreadful pair of eyes met hers. She automatically blocked her mind, locking everyone else out.
The other Death Eaters made a way for her as she made her way to the Dark Lord. Upon reaching him, she knelt at his feet and brushed her lips against the hem of his robes.
While she was doing this with a respectful expression on her face, inside, she felt like howling and breaking things.
This was against everything that she believed in. She hated Voldemort with a passion, he was the root of all evil, the most wicked being that the world had ever seen, and probably the most wicked being that it would ever see.
She determinedly pushed all of her strong emotions aside; she was fighting for the world that they all lived in, the world that her children and grandchildren would live in.
There was no backing out now.
"My Lord," she whispered reverently as she rose to her feet.
"Bellatrix, you have returned alone," he observed quietly.
"M-master… there was nothing I could do, there were too many of them!" Bellatrix's harsh voice sounded strange pleading with Voldemort. Hermione widened Bella's deep-set eyes convincingly as she gazed up at Voldemort.
"I mourn the death of my fellow Death Eaters, Dolhov, Slatras, Goyle, Rasal and Nott!"
He surveyed her face quietly for a few minutes, as if he was searching for something.
Hermione's heart nearly stopped as she realized that she must have let some of her true emotions show for a few nanoseconds, but it hadn't slipped past Voldemort.
She quickly concealed all of her feelings the best she could, and plastered a fearful expression on Bellatrix's emaciated face.
Voldemort's eyes examined her own for a few more minutes, which seemed like eons for Hermione.
Finally, he seemed satisfied, and spoke again, "I don't blame you, Bella, not this time, anyways." It was a quiet warning, but for now, that was thankfully all it was - a warning.
Hermione breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"It was that mudblood loving fool of a man and his army of mindless idiots," Voldemort spat with mute anger in his voice. He smiled so suddenly that it was quite alarming, "But we will get our revenge soon enough. And it will be sweet."
Hermione was now hanging on his every word. But as more Death Eaters entered, Hermione backed into the crowd as Voldemort greeted the newly arrived Death Eaters.
Finally, when they were all crowded around him, did Voldemort begin, "My faithful servants," he began mockingly, "I have just been informed that 5 Death Eaters were killed in the attack on the Order yesterday morning. That just goes to show you what can and will happen if you are not careful!" He glared around at them all dangerously.
"Those idiots have been tracking us very well lately. So well, in fact, that I am beginning to smell a traitor among your numbers. Be warned, I will personally handle anyone who is caught passing information to the enemy. You will be tortured beyond your most horrible and wild dreams. And you shall die in the worst imaginable way." He was now starting to breathe harder, his pale nostrils flaring angrily.
Suddenly, he screamed, "Crucio!", pointing his wand in a random direction, hitting Draco squarely on the chest. His eyes widened in surprise, and he fell to the ground, writhing all over the floor, Hermione could tell that he was trying very hard not to scream or cry out in pain. His eyes locked with hers, warning her not to do anything rash.
He knew her too well, she was just going to try and jinx Voldemort into obliteration, but now that she thought about it, it wasn't such a smart idea. Both of their minds were in panic mode, Does he know?! But how could he possibly know that it was Draco all along? But perhaps he did aim his wand randomly, and he happened to hit Draco.
Finally, Voldemort lifted the curse, and Draco and Hermione finally broke eye contact, as Draco, trembling ever so slightly, stood up again and maintained a dispassionate expression.
Hermione couldn't understand how he had just endured the ruthless pain of the Cruciatus Curse, and get up and act as though nothing had happened.
She had never wished to kill anyone so much as she did now. She was thinking on this too hard, Draco is okay… he's okay… she desperately tried to hide what she was feeling, but tears were starting to form behind her eyes. NO! Hold it in, she thought to herself viciously. She had to calm down, or she was going to break their cover.
Suddenly, Voldemort bellowed the curse and threw it in another random direction, this time hitting someone that Hermione didn't recognize.
Grateful for the small diversion, she stole a glance at Draco, who was watching her worriedly. As they made eye contact, she calmed down abruptly, and she looked away, at Voldemort's next victim.
How is it fair, she asked herself angrily, that so many good and innocent people can die everyday because of him, and as evil as he is, he's still alive, killing people and hurting others! She just didn't understand how anyone could be so cruel, how he could have absolutely no good and righteous sense in him at all.
But he obviously didn't have any of either.
Voldemort's horrible tormenting of his Death Eaters finally ceased after his fifth victim passed out, and he at last seemed satisfied - for the moment.
"Anyways," he continued, "we have planned another scheme against the Order. This is to be the master of all that we have done so far. We must kidnap that Granger mudblood. She has been the brain behind some of their most destructive plans, and both Potter and Dumbledore hold her in high esteem. That makes her the ideal target. We abduct her, and I know that they will go to any lengths to get her back. That means that we will have some of the Order's finest, including Harry Potter, knocking – wait, no, blasting down our door. And we will be ready for them, will we not?"
A murmur of agreement went through the ranks of Death Eaters.
Hermione was simply stunned, her blood had run cold through her veins when he had announced with malice that they would be coming after none other than… her.
She never would have guessed that she would become the target. The plan was ingenious, old Voldy had been absolutely right for once.
The plan would have worked perfectly, luckily now though, they knew about it. Now only to prevent it from happening.
A/N: I know that everyone's a bit OOC and the plot is a bit weak and stuff... I wrote this as a young'un and there's only so much I can to to improve it now lol
But thanks for reading! :)