You may take note that the summary has changed, and that's because I've been having trouble with coming up with the plot. And I've decided a twist is in order.

Chapter five

(The Future)

The red eyes glared at the cloaked men in front of them. A low his came from the creature's throat. A hiss of disapproval. "Why have you not found them?" Voldemort asked in a low voice. "They are girls, and you, grown men – servants of the Dark Lord, have failed to find them and bring them to me!" He screeched angrily.

Each hooded man flinched, their silver masks glittering in the dim light of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Lord Voldemort scowled and sat in his throne-like chair, long fingers knitting together as he looked up, directly at a Death Eater, blonde hair hanging just over the mask. "Malfoy," He sneered. "Bring in your son." Lucius Malfoy bowed and, scowling beneath his mask, make his way out of the Great Hall, his steps echoing in the silent room.

It was a very tense ten minutes that passed. The Death Eaters stayed silent as their master pursed his thin lips and flared the slits that were in the place of his nostrils. And finally, the doors opened again, and Lucius wasn't alone upon his return. He was followed by two younger death eaters, each of them beside the slumping and dirty figure of the Malfoy heir.

"My lord, Draco, as requested." Lucius announced, his voice tight, just as Draco was thrown unceremoniously before the half-snake himself.

"Ah, Draco. The traitor." He spat, standing from his throne. His black robes seemed to flitter around him, a swirling cloud of darkness.

Draco looked up defiantly. "Voldemort." He spat in an outburst of energy, which seemed to have been pulled out of nowhere.

"You dare speak my name?" Voldemort sneered. "You, the insolent and cowardly traitor." He pointed his twisted phoenix feathered wand at the twenty year old in front of him. "Crucio." He hissed calmly, his long fingers twitching around his wand in pleasure as the youngest Malfoy writhed in a silent pain.

After a moment of silent screaming and pain, the Dark Lord released his target from the curse. "You've been taught well, I see." He sent a smirk in Lucius' direction. "Where are they, Draco? I could end all your pain. You wouldn't be touched ever again, if you told me where the mudblood and the two blood traitors are." He sneered.

Draco was panting heavily as he supported himself with his hands, sitting up to look the bastard in the eyes. "I don't know where they are." He said calmly.

Voldemort hissed and began pacing in long restless strides. "Lies." He growled. "You know where they are, boy, and I will kill you if you do not tell me!" The wand was pointed in the direction of Draco once again.

His icy gaze remained on the evil being before him, hatred seeping through his very pores. "You have already taken away any reason for me to live." He managed strongly, remembering how they'd killed his mother and Severus. The glare strengthened. Lucius flinched at his son's own words.

Voldemort let out a cold and cruel laugh, smirking down at the man before him. "Another lie. Don't think I'm clueless about your little infatuation with that Mudblood." He spat. "I know you set them free on Potter's behalf. And you know where they are hiding." The red eyes narrowed into slits as the Dark Lord paced thoughtfully. "I didn't want do have to do this, Draco," He began. "But, I'm afraid I need to know where they are."

Draco looked up at the evil creature, his icy grey eyes piercing holes in every surface. Voldemort had already tried everything on him. Death threats did not faze him, now. "I don't know." He said simply, feeling the warm blood trickle down his chin as he said it. "Honestly, I don't. And I know why you're so desperate to find them." He scoffed a little, pushing himself up defiantly as the Dark Lord looked at him in cold curiosity. "You're scared of these three girls, because they know all of your weaknesses. And they can stop you and your scum –" Silent screams.

Those were the last words Draco Malfoy spoke to Voldemort, who tortured him mercilessly. As he was dragged away by the younger Death Eaters, and back to his dungeon, he could only see one face. "Hermione," He whispered as he was thrown into the cell. The door was locked with a click.

"You go ahead and get food, Goyle, I'll watch him for half an hour. He won't be any trouble." The slimmer of the two Death Eaters suggested. The large Death Eater nodded dumbly and left, dragging his feet on the stone floors that once supported students.

After five minutes of silence, Draco dragged himself over to the edge, his hands gripping the bars. "Zabini," He hissed.

The aforementioned Death Eater looked down at him and pulled off his mask. "Mate, you've got to learn to keep your mouth shut." He muttered, pulling out a flask of water. He handed it to his best friend, who gulped it down as if it were life itself.

"Thanks." He handed it back, looking up at the much healthier looking Slytherin. "Any word from them at all?"

"Not since I last checked, two days ago." Blaise answered, his hand patting Draco's comfortingly. "I know you're worried; I'm worried, too, but you need to keep your head down, okay?" Draco nodded and Blaise pulled out his wand, conjuring up more water in the flask, handing it back to the blonde.

"I don't know what I'd do if –" He didn't get the chance to finish that sentence.

"Don't. We have to keep positive. Hermione is still out there. And she's alive, alright. So are Ginny and Luna. I can feel it. I can feel something changing. Whatever they're doing," He looked around, his eyes wandering, though not nearly as far as his mind. "Whatever they've got planned, it's beginning to work."

"You're right. She's brilliant. They're brilliant..." He sighed heavily. "I just wish I knew what they were doing, and exactly how safe they were."

"They're safe. I have faith in them." Blaise answered, taking back his flask and placing a separate one in Draco's hands. He watched as Draco knocked back the entire flask of fire whiskey – not even a flinch.

"I need to get to the hovel, Blaise. I know they would've left us something. Anything to go on." He said determinedly, his eyes gazing into the empty space of the dungeons. "I need to escape from here."

(The Past)

Hermione sat bolt upright in the comfortable bed with a gasp. "Draco, no!" She looked around wildly and grabbed for her wand, lighting it up without a word. She took in a breath of air and suddenly remembered where she was – Hogwarts Castle, nearly two thousand years back from her time.

She felt the hot tears pouring down her cheeks, recalling the dream – no, it was a vision this time, she was sure. Draco's face, dirty and bruised, being tortured like that... she felt her heart speed up in anger. "Bastards!" She hissed, slamming her fist down onto the mattress. It rebounded off and she allowed her hand to flop back down uselessly.

A sob escaped her lips, following the tears that would not stop. She couldn't be there to save him – they were going to kill him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wept into them, her violent sobs shaking her body. She briefly wondered if he would want to live if he knew their plans for her.

"Hermione?" Ginny's red head poked inside the room, her eyes searching the dark for the hunched figure of her best friend. She spotted Hermione and was there in a heartbeat, hugging her fiercely. "What's happened, love?" She finally asked, stroking the wild hair of her friend.

Hermione took a breath. "I h-had a vision... Of Draco." She buried her head into Ginny's lap as the redheaded woman stroked her hair gently, comforting the sobs that threatened to wrack her body raw.

"Hush, honey, shh..." She soothed. "He'll be okay, Hermione, I know it." She said, pulling the other woman closer to her. She briefly heard the door open and close and there was another body on the bed.

"What's happened?" Luna's voice came in the darkness, her arms wrapping around both of the other women, her warmth adding to the body heat of the two. "Is it Draco?" She asked cautiously. She felt Ginny nod slowly. She was silent for a moment. "And what about... What about Blaise?" She asked anxiously.

Hermione looked up and swallowed the lump in her throat. "H-he's fine... They still think he's on their side." She said with some hope. Luna relaxed at the news, her heart beat slowing a little more.

"Thank Merlin." She muttered, her hands gripping onto Hermione's. "They will be fine, Hermione. They will survive. We are going to make sure of that." She said with so much conviction that Hermione and Ginny felt their own shoulders lift that little extra bit.

"The question is, how exactly, will this work?" Ginny asked, knowing that neither of the other two could possibly answer that question.

(The Future)

Lucius Malfoy watched in horror as his Lord hissed with fury, his wand trembling in his long fingers. "What is this?!" He screeched, his strength weakening. "I have been cursed!" He hissed, his narrow slits for eyes glared down at the trembling wand.

"I will get right on it, my Lord." Lucius answered, beginning to fear what would happen if he did not solve the so called curse that was ailing Voldemort and draining his strength.

"See that you do." He sneered. "There will be consequences if you do not fix this." He said darkly, before lowering himself into his throne. Lucius marched from the room, like a good servant, leaving the Dark Lord to his snake and thoughts alone. Something was breaking his power. He needed to stop this.