CHAPTER SIX

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They landed in a small cell. Harry was lying on the ground. His glasses were shattered and bits of glass were across the floor. His messy hair was even more unruly than usual and had bits of red on it. Blood, Hermione later realized.

Blaise opened his mouth to speak, but Draco nudged him in the rib. Hermione brought a finger to her lips and shushed them both. She signaled for them to wait and then closed her eyes.

"Okay guys - " Hermione stopped at Draco's look of alarm. "It's ok, I cast a silencing charm. Although, it would probably be best for us to stay quiet anyway." Whispering now, she continued. "So, first of all, I want to say no rash decisions. Ok? None. There are definitely tons of wizards and witches around here and we can't beat them all. Now, I'm going to try to find a way to remove these ropes on Harry. Can you two see if there's a way out of the cell?"

Without waiting for their reply, Hermione set to work. Draco rolled his eyes. "Bossy, are we?"

Hermione sent him a death glare. Draco took the signal and shut up.

Blaise missed yesterday. When he was dining with an girl at a great Italian restaurant, instead of stuck in a small, dirt covered room. Now, his only form of entertainment was to watch Hermione and Draco's interactions, which were kind of amusing. Hermione seemed to always be trying to figure out Draco, like she completely trust him, but at the same time, she did. Draco was harder to read, and if Blaise hadn't known him for the first 14 years of their lives, he might've missed the small glances Draco sent in Hermione's way or how he always fidgeted slightly with his fingers when she spoke to him. Blaise watched them scoot around each other. Guess it must be weird to work together after all those years. The two of them could be like a… Telly-phone… Wait no….telly vision? Yes, the two of them could be like characters on a Telly vision show. That's what it's called. And it'd be a dramatic angsty one too.

Okay, actually, maybe that's pushing it.

Hermione was getting more agitated by the second. She was afraid the ropes on Harry would triggered some alarm if she tried to take them out, but at the same time, she saw a deep gash on Harry's chest that was currently unreachable. Hermione had already healed the wounds on his head, but none of her other spells seemed to be working. She wasn't sure about how Blaise and Draco were doing, but it didn't seem like they were making much progress. These Death Eaters were far stronger than they had first anticipated. The original plan wasn't going to work. "Guys," Hermione said in a commanding tone. "We need to change something. We won't get anything done by standing here. We'll have to leave Harry and try to attack the entire place. We haven't talked about any of this with the Russian Minister, but there must be a way to find reinforcements."

She looked down sadly at Harry as Draco and Blaise hurried to alert someone about their incredible dangerous and slightly stupid plan. How could you just leave him?

Draco seemed to be sensing her thoughts. "You bloody Gryffindors," he said. "You're leaving Harry for a few hours. He's not going to be, like dead, or something."

Hermione did not see the humour in the situation. "Don't joke about that!" she exclaimed.

She took a deep breath and then motioned for Draco and Blaise to hold on to her again. "I'm redoing the spell. We'll land right in the middle of a warzone, practically. Be ready. Have other people been notified?"

Blaise and Draco both nodded.

Needless to say, Dolohov was quite surprised when the three of them popped into their main room. They stumbled a bit, disorientated, and they started shooting spells in every direction, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else in the room was in shock.

Hermione was sending "Stupefy!" to everyone. Draco quickly sighed and shouted over the room to her. "Stupefys won't be enough! And to think that you survived the War!"

"No thanks to you," Hermione muttered, making sure Draco didn't hear.

Hermione saw Draco and Blaise both battling Dolohov out of the corner of her eye. Currently, she was trying to avoid Bellatrix's curses. Does this woman ever take a break?

Bellatrix cackled as she shot spell after spell. "Scared, are we? - Passus! - Well, you should be!" At this point, Bellatrix let out a horrifying laugh, filled with malice. Her dark curls bounced around as she threw her head back. Well, now I can tell Harry and Ron that I found at least one person with hair worse than mine.

Hermione was trying her best, but it was proving to be hard. Bellatrix entirely forgot about her defense, and instead focusing everything on offensive spells, forcing Hermione to do most of the avoiding. She prayed to god that no had taken Harry and left yet. She put up a shield charm and shot a glance over at the two former Slytherins, trying to see how well they were holding up. Unfortunately for her, Bellatrix managed to dispel it, causing Hermione to crash into a wooden barrel.

Hermione cursed under her breath and decided that maybe Draco was right - her spells had no chance against Bellatrix's "Avada Kedavra"s.

"Protezione!" Hermione spat out, waving her wand in an arc. A bluish light spread from the tip of her wand, and surrounded the room. Bellatrix paused a bit, as if waiting for the spell to hit her. When nothing happened, she grinned devilishly and continued to pound spells at Hermione. Hermione, who had drained her energy into that spell, was not able to fully block some of Bellatrix's spells, resulting in her getting hit by the Cruciatus.

Deja-vu, huh? Ironic.

And then the world faded to black.

Draco didn't even hear the screams at first. He was so intent on battling, that Blaise had had to nudge him (Extremely hard) and point quickly to Hermione, who was writhing on the floor.

Fuck.

"Well, go to her, mate!" Blaise yelled.

Draco wanted to, but his brain told him to stay. "It won't do us any good if you get knocked unconscious too!"

Blaise looked like he wanted to object, but Draco's logic was correct.

When they both noticed that the screams had stopped, they both sighed in relief.

Then they noticed that Hermione's movements had stopped too.

AN: To be honest, I didn't like this chapter too much. Guess I'm not much of an action writer.

Passus - Pain (I think)