Chapter 1 : Tragegy and Triumph
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A/N: The first chapter seemed too short. So I decided to put chapters one and two. If it is too long, please let me know, and I will fix it.
Hermione turned the next corner and found herself in the great hall. Looking around she sighed, she remembered the Yule Ball and how much fun she had had with Viktor. She sighed once more, tossed her waist length brown hair and turned to go toward the dungeons.
Her footsteps echoed off the walls as she walked down the steps. Still thinking about the Yule Ball, she realized with a small gasp how Ron had reacted when he saw them together. She remembered how angry he was and how they had argued and realized that he might have actually been jealous.
She smiled to herself. I should have known she thought especially his reaction when I told Harry he (Harry) wasn’t a bad kisser. She almost laughed but then she turned around quickly. Had someone been following her? She thought she heard footsteps, but the she realized she must have heard her own footsteps.
She decided to go back and make sure no other students were in the library before her patrol was over. As she was waiting for the staircase to come back she looked behind her again. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed, but nobody was there. The staircase came back and she continued on to the fourth floor.
Hermione waved at Madam Pince and started to look into all the bookshelves to make sure no students were hiding. After she finished, she helped put the books back on their respective shelves and straighten up the chairs and tables. She said goodnight to Madam Pince as she locked up and Hermione started back toward Gryffindor Tower.
As she was walking past the tapestry of Barnabas and Barmy, a hand with a cloth reached out and covered her mouth and nose. She inhaled to scream and felt suddenly sleepy. Oh no, she thought as she slipped into unconsciousness Help me, Ron….
Draco stepped aside as Hermione fell to the floor. He the dragged her behind the tapestry and reached into the space where there was no brick and pushed a button. The floor shook and they started to descend to the ground floor as if they were in an elevator. When they stopped and Crabbe and Goyle pulled the unconscious Hermione onto a floating stretcher and put the invisibility cloak over her.
Draco led the way as the walked across the grounds to the Whomping Willow. Goyle picked up a stick and prodded the knot that froze the tree and they continued into the hole by the tree. Once inside the passageway, Draco pulled the invisibility cloak off of Hermione and tossed it to one side.
They entered the shrieking shack and walked up to the room where Harry, Ron, and Hermione had first met Sirius. He waved his wand and the stretcher carried Hermione to the bed and threw her on there before disappearing. Another flick of the wand conjured bars that enclosed her onto the bed reaching from the floor from the ceiling. Laughing, he left with Crabbe and Goyle.
“That was almost too easy” he said once he had quieted down. Crabbe and Goyle grunted their agreement. “I’m surprised you two remembered what to do. But, you did it properly and quietly, remind me to give you two a cookie when we get back.” Crabbe and Goyle smiled gleefully.
Ron sat up in bed with a scream that woke the whole dormitory. He looked around and muttered, “Sorry, had a bad dream” while looking at Harry meaningfully. He stood up and went down to the common room.
When he reached the bottom of the steps he turned around and saw that Harry had followed him.
“I had a dream that Hermione was kidnapped,” he said before Harry could ask. “She means so much to me. What if something happens to her and I never get to tell her how I really feel about her? What if…”
“Ron!!! Get a grip! Hermione’s okay, she is probably sleeping in her dorm right now, just calm down. As for her not knowing, why didn’t you tell her? You know what you should do? Tell her first thing tomorrow, okay?”
Ron sighed, “You’re right, I’ll tell her tomorrow.”
Harry smiled, “Good. Now, let’s go back to bed, it’s late and we have practice tomorrow.”
Ron nodded thinking to himself, Everything’s okay. So, why do I still feel like something’s still wrong?
He said goodnight to Harry and closed his curtains, falling asleep the moment he put his head on his pillow.
Hermione woke up with a groan and looked around. The first thing she noticed was that it was dawn. The second thing was she was in a cage.
“Wha…where am I?” Hermione rasped.
Then she remembered. The hand, the cloth, and the sleepiness…someone had soaked a cloth in sleeping potion and kidnapped her.
“Okay, just relax. Breathe deeply. In with the good, out with the bad…okay all better.”
Hermione looked around and realized where she was.
Draco sat down between Crabbe and Goyle. They were staring at him and looking extremely anxious.
“What the...what are you two staring at?” then he remembered.
He laughed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two, slightly crumbled sugar cookies. He gave one to Crabbe and one to Goyle. They looked like Christmas came early.
He stood up and left the Great Hall, passing Harry and Ron on the way.
Harry and Ron trudged into the Great Hall and looked around anxiously. Spotting Ginny, Ron ran over and sat next to her.
“Hey,” he said breathlessly, “Have you seen Hermione anywhere?”
Ginny frowned. “No, I fell asleep before she came back, and when I woke up this morning she was already gone. Have you checked the library?”
Harry, who had sat on Ginny’s other side, rolled his eyes as he piled scrambled eggs and bacon onto his plate.
“That was the first place we checked. After we didn’t see her in the common room.”
Ron took a bite of toast and said, “We’re goin’ to Hagrid’s after breakfast”
Ginny finished her porridge and stood up. “Well, if I see her, I will tell her you’re looking for her.
Hermione sat up. Her eyes puffy from crying and looked around. Had she heard a cat meow?
She looked toward the door and thought she saw the flick of a ginger colored tail. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. Nothing.
“Get a hold of yourself.” She said as she shook her head, “You are starting to hallucinate”
Just then, she felt a light thud on the bed and heard purring.
“Crookshanks?” she asked disbelievingly, “W-What are you doing here?”
Crookshanks, Hermione’s ginger colored cat, looked up at her and purred very loudly. He started kneading her with his claws, accidentally poking her every now and then, but Hermione didn’t care. She hugged him and started sobbing.
“Oh, Crookshanks, what am I going to do? I can’t even yell for help because the villagers will just think the ghosts came back. Who would do such a thing?”
Just as she spoke those words, she heard footsteps in the floor below. Crookshanks hissed and ran under the bed.
Harry and Ron left Hagrid’s Hut feeling even more worried about her. Then, Harry remembered the Marauder’s Map Ron’s brothers, Fred and George, had give him.
“Ron, the map. We can use the map to find Hermione.”
Ron nodded, What if my dream was real? What if Hermione really was kidnapped?
Ron came out of his reverie in time to give the Fat Lady the password. (Lazy Monkeys) They went up to the dormitory and Harry rummaged through his trunk.
“Ah, here it is. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"
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