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Chapter 8 : Chapter Eight
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A/N- Here’s an extra long chapter to make up for the long wait. And remember, please review!
“What? How? When?” Hermione exclaimed, her face white with anxiety. Ginny was one of her only girl friends, and sometimes one can only hang out with guys for so long.
“This afternoon I’m afraid. I have reasons to believe that the New Dark Lord is trying to murder those close to you, Harry. He-or she, added Hermione- left a note on Miss Weasley’s door. He said Potter’s whore will be next.” Dumbledore winced at having to use such a word.
“Hermione! Is there any way we can get some auror’s to watch over her?” Harry asked, his emerald green eyes filled with concern. “And maybe you shouldn’t go to work for a couple days.” He added to Hermione.
“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I bloody well can’t take care of myself. I meant what I said when I told you I would help you catch the new you-know-who, or whatever they are going to call him or her.” Hermione snapped irritably.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But you know how overprotective I am?” Hermione nodded. In fact, if she and Harry hadn’t gotten together, he probably would have hexed every person who even dreamed of sleeping with her. Fortunately that hadn’t happened, or Hermione would have been single for a very long time.
“Well, now that you are pregnant with my child, it’s going to be even worse.” Harry explained. Dumbledore seemed to be a little bit uncomfortable with the arguing, so Hermione changed the subject.
“Do you have any idea who it could be?” asked Hermione, concern in her voice. Dumbledore shook his head sadly, but Harry’s eyes flashed and said, “I bet my firebolt it was Malfoy. Or Lucius.”
“Perhaps Harry, but we cannot be to sure without further proof. Remember, ‘innocent until proven guilty’.” Dumbledore warned. There was nothing left to be said, so Harry and Hermione turned around to leave.
“I’m going to bed.” Hermione muttered as soon as they got home.
“But what about dinner? Aren’t you hungry?” Harry asked, walking towards the kitchen. “If you want, I’ll make something for you.”
Hermione laughed bitterly. “No that’s okay. I’m not hungry after hearing about Ginny, and I just need to be alone with my thoughts.” Harry knew there was no point in arguing with her. In the end she would win, so he just nodded.
Once upstairs, she walked to the bathroom, locked the door, and ran a hot bath, one of the only things that could calm her when she felt like this. Well, that and kissing Harry, but that could lead to other things, and it wouldn’t be healthy.
The next day when Hermione went to work, her eyes were red and puffy from lack of sleep and from crying all night. She was determined to find the Dark Lord now, before he could kill Ginny, if she wasn’t already dead.
‘No. I must not think like that. Ginny will be all right.’ Hermione scolded herself mentally.
“What’s wrong, Hermione?” Asked a concerned looking David when she walked into the office, and wordlessly walked to her desk. Usually Hermione would say a cheerful good morning to him and Cecilia before starting to work.
Unable to keep it in any longer, she blurted everything out.
When Hermione went home later that afternoon, the house was empty. There was a note on the table from Harry, telling Hermione that he had to go to an important conference about Ginny, and how to spread the word around about the attacks without causing too much panic. Hermione snorted, knowing that avoiding panic was as impossible as people coming back from the dead. Of course, with Dumbledore back and everything, that wasn’t saying much.
Hermione found herself craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, so she made herself one, then got out a book (the first book in the Lord of the Rings trilogy that she borrowed from her mother, who had read it when she was pregnant with Hermione) and began to read.
About an hour later she was concentrating so hard on the fascinating story that she didn’t notice all the ‘pops’ around the house, or the silent whispers of orders being given, until she heard a ‘Stupefy!’ and everything went black.
When Hermione woke up, she was lying down on a cold floor of what looked to be a dungeon, with her hands tied up and tape on her mouth. Her back ached from the hardness, and she groaned.
“Hermione? Is that you?” A familiar voice whispered hopefully. It was Ginny! But why wasn’t her mouth covered? Hermione wondered.
“Chew the tape off, ok?” Ginny instructed, giving Hermione the answer to her question. Hermione obeyed, and without too much trouble managed to do so.
“Well well well. Look who we have here.” A deep voice said. There was a man in black robes and a mask suddenly in the room. Hermione’s heart lurched with fear. She was more scared than she was in the Final Battle. At least there she had a wand to protect her, and friends who gave her strength and watched her back.
‘Please come for me Harry.’ She prayed silently.
“It took you and you’re husband a ridiculously amount of time to figure out who I was. It even got boring after a while, so I thought I would inspire you a bit.” He said, kicking Ginny hard in the shins. She whimpered, and curled up in a ball, shivering hard.
“Who are you?” Hermione cried out. The man laughed evilly, and took off his mask. It was David.
A/N- Sorry for the cliff-hanger, and all the ones in this story. I know you must all be prepared to kill me, but cliff-hangers are so much fun to write!
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