CHAPTER FIVE

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Previously:

A dark-skinned man was looking over a file in a miniscule chair in the edge of the room. He grinned as Hermione and Draco walked in.

"It's been a while, mate."

Hermione looked between the two men. They seemed to know each other. Hermione found the other man vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place who it was. He was unlike Draco in all means physically - with his dark eyes and hair that heavily contradicted Draco's light grey eyes and pale blonde hair.

"So," Hermione began. "You two know each other?" She asked, turning her voice up at the end, making the sentence seem like a question, almost.

"Yeah, this is Blaise. We used to be mates before he moved and never contacted me," Draco said, glaring.

Blaise laughed warmly, and chose to leave Draco's accusations unanswered. "Why, Granger, I'm offended you don't remember me. Weren't we partners once in potions? And then the Weasel threw a fit or something because I was a, what is it called?" At this point, Blaise stopped talking and pretended to think very hard. "Oh, I remember now. I was a "no good, sneaky, Slytherin Death Eater scum."

Hermione took a liking to the man immediately. He had barely known her,and yet, he stood there, joking with her already. So unlike Malfoy…

While the moment was fun, Hermione knew it was time to get to more serious matters.

"So, Blaise, the Minister tells me that you have information about the recent attacks."

Blaise's face turned solemn, and his eyebrows furrowed together. "Yeah, here's the thing, there doesn't seem to actually be that big of a pattern between the 're starting to think that there may be more Death Eaters banding together in this area than originally thought."

Harry couldn't see anything when we finally awoke, but he knew something was wrong.

He racked his brain for what could have lead to this, but the last thing he remembered was going to the bar, with Malfoy.

He seemed to not only have a blindfold on him. He felt the coarse feel of ropes around him. His wand was probably gone. He couldn't feel any major injuries, but was sore all over.

He heard footsteps coming toward hi, and suddenly the blindfold was ripped off. Harry stared at the man in front of him. His face was twisted in a malicious smile, that definitely did not look friendly.

"Hello," was all he said at first. Harry waited for him to continue, but he did not.

"Who are you?" Harry choked out.

The man's eyes twinkled. "My name, is Antonin Dolohov. In fact, I believe that we've met before."

Harry's eyes widened, understanding the situation finally.

"As you can see," Dolohov said. "There's no escape. These are magic ropes, you can't use any form of magic, even windless, when they're bound around you. And, even if you managed to get out, well, you're in the heart of our headquarters. Have fun trying to get around almost 50 experienced wizards."

Harry willed for his face to stay impassive.

"Now, let's have some fun…. Crucio!"

Blaise was a bit concerned about Harry's disappearance as well, but Hermione was frantic with worry. "I bet he's tied up somewhere or something, or maybe he's hurt…"

Draco was starting to feel uneasy about the situation as well.

Hermione blabbed on. "He's terrible at holding his alcohol, and I bet someone took advantage of that…"

Blaise decided that he was going to go mad if he watched the current scene - Hermione pacing up and down, muttering to herself, Draco leaning against the piano, looking uncomfortable. "Maybe we should all actually do something and look for him."

Draco, who had chosen himself to be the voice of logic, said, "But we don't know Russia well enough. We don't have many leads on where we could go look."

Hermione suddenly brightened up. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I just remembered! Now, there might be some issues with it, since it's not fully developed, and I haven't tested it out much, so it might defect and lead us to the wrong pla-"

"Just tell us already," Draco said impatiently.

"Well…I invented a modification of the 'accio' spell… So that instead of bringing something to you, it brings you to the object instead."

"You made your own spell?" Draco asked, fascinated.

Hermione smiled sheepishly. "I wouldn't really call it that. I change some spells for fun though. Now, I just need to think of an object that Harry might have with him." She turned around and stared out the window, in deep thought.

Blaise noticed Draco's mouth tilt a bit upwards, and he wondered what had changed. Didn't Draco used to go on and on about how much he hated her?

The three of them were stuck in thought. "What would Potter have on him? A badge or something?" Draco asked.

Hermione shook her head. "Harry doesn't usually carry shiny items. He did mention to me once that he was holding onto a ring for Ginny - he's going to propose - but I don't know if it will still be on him."

"Fuck it," Draco swore. "Let's just go with that. Every minute thinking is a minute that we could be trying to save Potter. How ironic would it be if a Death Eater still managed to kill him when he survived the war and everything."

Hermione winced at his words, but did not say anything about it to him. "Ok, so you guys need to hold along to me."

Blaise watched Draco awkwardly shift around Hermione, finally putting a hand on her back. Blaise glanced at Draco, then reached to hold Hermione's hand. Needless to say, she was surprised, but went along with it. The last thing they all felt was a sharp tug in their abdomen, before everything faded away.

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