Unexpected Death Eaters

Since Ginny was the only one at the Burrow, it was up to her to make her own lunch. Since she was too lazy to get out of bed for breakfast, she was feeling exceptionally hungry.

The first thing she noticed when she entered the kitchen was a rolled up piece of parchment on the kitchen table. Knowing that it wasn't a note for her, curiosity still got the better of her. She didn't know why, but she felt that she needed to know what was on that letter.

As she read each line, her eyes would widen in surprise and her mouth would drop a little lower.

Ron and Harry were going to meet Hermione? But why?

Forgetting her hunger and the fact she was still in her night clothes, she quickly Apparated to Number 12 Grimmuald Place.

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Another meeting for the order had just ended and as usual Molly Weasley was there to pick up after everyone. Her cleaning was interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open. She turned around to see a distraught looking Ginny Weasley, who she noticed, was still in her in her pajamas.

"Ginny, dear, is everything alright?" she asked as she rushed over to her distressed daughter and brought her into a tight embrace.

Ginny was so scared for Ron and Harry that she couldn't find the words to speak. With a shaky hand she held out the letter to her mother. Molly took the parchment from Ginny's hand and quickly read over it.

Molly felt her heart drop to the floor as she reread the letter. Ron had told her that he and Harry were going to Diagon Alley today, but he didn't say what he was going for. She then looked up at her trembling daughter, who looked just like she was feeling now.

Molly didn't want Ginny to get anymore worked up, so she put on a false smile and spoke in a comforting tone. "There is no need to worry, Ginny, it's not too late. We will just send Remus or Tonks down to check everything out. Hermione is a smart girl; I doubt she would try anything out in public."

Molly noticed Ginny calm down a bit at these words and then pulled her into another hug.
"Everything will be alright," she whispered into Ginny's ear.

As she sat there holding and comforting her daughter, she couldn't help but feel that something was indeed wrong.

Molly pulled away from Ginny and placed each hand on one of her shoulders. As she spoke, she wore a reassuring smile and never let her eyes leave Ginny's. "Now, why don't you go home and get some rest. I'll be home in an hour and if I hear anything, I'll notify you immediately. Ok?"

Before leaving to go back to the Burrow, Ginny gave her mother a solemn nod to show she understood and one more hug.

Once Molly was sure that Ginny had gone, she rushed into the kitchen, where Remus was sitting quietly enjoying a bowl of soup.

"Remus!" Molly shouted as she ran up to him.

Startled by the sudden outburst, Remus sputtered soup out all over himself and the table.

Molly seeing the mess, but didn't know she had caused it, started to nag him about it. "Oh, honestly Remus, how can you be so messy when you eat? What, were you raised by wolves?" she scolded, as she picked up his napkin and wiped off his chin, then cast a quick spell to clean off the table.

Remus found her last comment funny and started laughing.

Realizing what she had just said, Molly's face went a shade of bright red. "I'm sorry, Remus, I didn't mean it that way."

"It's ok, Molly, "he chuckled. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

As if a light went on in her head, Molly started to get back into the frenzy she came in with. "Ginny just came by with this note." She handed the letter to Remus, but still continued rambling on before he could even unroll the parchment. "It's a letter from Hermione to Ron and Harry, asking them to meet her at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. That's not the problem though. The problem is that they actually went. Who knows what could happen to them, Remus? I'm going to go get them, and I want you to go with me."

Not needing to be asked twice, Remus nodded and they both Apparated to Diagon Alley.

As soon as they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Molly ran up to the bar to talk to Tom, the landlord.

"Has Harry Potter come in here today?" she asked frantically.

"Yes mam, about thirty minutes ago."

"Was he with anyone?" Remus asked.

Tom wrinkled his forehead as he thought about it. "Yea, two people come to think of it. One was a tall red head boy, and the other was a short girl with curly brown hair."

"Are they still here?"

"I'm not sure, they went into that backroom over there," Tom said, pointing over his shoulder to a door that was under the stairs.

Molly rushed over to the door and Remus muttered a small, "Thank you," to Tom as he followed closely behind her.

They slowly opened the door and poked their heads in. Molly let out a small gasp at what she saw.

No one was there.

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Draco had just arrived back at the Malfoy Manor when the all too familiar pain shot up his left arm. What the Dark Lord could possibly want now, he did not know; but he did know that he was starting to get quite irritated with the number of calls he had been receiving lately.

He went through his usual routine of changing his robes before Apparating to the Riddle house's musky foyer. Then Draco took the usual route up the stairs, down the hallway, into the second room on the left; which was the same ethereal room he had met with the Dark Lord on his last two visits.

Voldemort was in his usual spot, sitting in the high backed chair next to the fireplace. Standing next to the chair was a dark figure. Draco couldn't make out who the figure was from where he was standing, but as he got closer, he realized it was Hermione. If Hermione was there, then that could only mean one thing...she had turned in Potter.

Draco greeted Voldemort with the usual bow while muttering, "My Lord".

The Dark Lord silently studied Draco with his red eyes for a moment. Draco hated when he did this. He knew what Voldemort was trying to do. He was trying to break into his mind, read his thoughts. Luckily for Draco, he had learned at a young age to close his mind. With all the years of experience and practice he had in him, not even a wizard as powerful as Voldemort could enter his head.

"Malfoy Junior," Voldemort whispered aloud. "Since Miss Granger here is your house guest, I want you to help her transport Potter to this little hide out I have in Godric's Hollow." Voldemort was clearly pleased. His face twisted into one of his dreadful smirks and his eyes glowed with a more intense shade of red.

Bring Potter a hide out in Godric's Hollow? He actually had Potter? Hermione really did end up turning him over to Voldemort.

Draco had to try harder than ever to keep his shock from showing. "Yes, My Lord," he answered in his most neutral tone.

Hermione and Draco left the room and headed to the dungeons of the Riddle House.

To get to the dungeons, they took almost the same route Draco had taken to go to Hermione's initiation ceremony. Instead of going through the great oak doors at the end of the hallway, they entered the third door on their right. Behind the door was a descending staircase, which winded its way down to the dungeons.

Hermione broke their prolonged silence as they made their way down the staircase. "I don't see why we have to take him all the way to Godric's Hollow. I don't see the point in having to finish him off there. It shouldn't matter where as long as it gets done."

"Godric's Hollow is where Potter's parents died and is where Potter should have died that same night. It is the place that he had originally intended to kill Potter. I guess even meeting his own downfall there hasn't altered those plans," Draco explained.

Hermione didn't say anything about his comment, but she did look like she was contemplating it.

They had finally reached the bottom of the staircase and were now standing in a room that was aligned with cells. The only light in the area was emitting from the two torches that were placed on either side of the room. With so little light most of the room was cast into the shadows. Not only was the room dark, but the air was so stale you could almost taste it.

Hermione walked to the cell to the far right. Inside of it, Draco could make out the distinct outline of a human body sprawled out onto the floor. When he neared the cell, he saw the reflection of the torchlight coming from an only too familiar pair of glasses.

Potter was passed out, unconscious on the ground. His skin looked paler than normal and his lips were an odd shade of blue. Despite his odd coloring, his physical appearance looked unscathed.

"How did you get him here?" he asked while he watched Hermione unlocked the cell and walk in.

Hermione didn't answer him, but just looked at him and flashed a wicked smile.

As Draco walked into the cell behind Hermione, it just then crossed him mind on how they were supposed to get there. They couldn't Apparate with Harry, and it's not like they could take the night bus. "Did he give you a portkey?"

"Yup," she answered as she dug into her robes and pulled out a hippogriff stuffed animal.

Draco couldn't help but laugh at the toy in disbelief. "You're saying that is what the most feared wizard, our Lord, gave us as a portkey?"

Hermione looked down at the plushie in her hand with a smile. "That's exactly what I thought," she said with a laugh. "It's going to be activated in about thirty seconds, so get ready."

Draco and Hermione quickly took a seat next to the body lying on the floor. They placed each a hand onto the portkey. Hermione took Harry's in hers and pressed his firmly against it.

Draco carefully watched as she did this. He noticed how she gently took his hand and softly placed it on the stuffed animal. It was such a simple task, but it also so much more. He couldn't help but wonder how should could even conceive of touching him after what she had done. He examined her face to only find no trace of emotion. She sat there staring at the portkey, with an empty look behind her eyes.

His thoughts were disrupted from the familiar tug behind his navel and the spinning motion that followed it.

They landed on the floor of a different dungeon. This one was brighter than the first one, but also smaller in size. Draco noticed there were only two cells in this dungeon, but he didn't see a door leading out anywhere.

"Where is the door out if we want to leave?" he asked.

"Help me get him into the cell now, ask questions later," Hermione said as she tried to pick up Harry on her own.

Draco took Hermione's place at Harry's head and scooped his arms under his armpits, while Hermione grabbed his feet.

"Ready?" Draco said, receiving a nod from Hermione. "Ok, one...two...three..."

They both picked him off the ground and moved a few steps, before Draco put his end of Harry down.

"Wait, what the hell are we doing? Are we not wizard and witch?" Draco mentally slapped himself for trying to move Potter the Muggle way.

Hermione blushed; obviously embarrassed that she could forget such a thing. "Oh, right."

Draco pointed his wand at Harry, causing him to rise into the air and then directed it into the cell. Hermione walked beside the body, closely studying it, as it floated into the chamber. Once Harry was set on the ground, Hermione shut and locked the cell door.

"I still don't see why we have to bring him here," Hermione complained.

"I still don't see a door anywhere."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco and his obsession with the fact that there was no door. "That's because you can only Apparate in and out."

Draco thought about this for a moment. If the only way in and out is to Apparate and Disapparate, then that would make it very difficult for someone who has never been there to get in. You had to know where you were going before you could Apparate. "That's good then, because any chances of someone trying to save Scar Head here wouldn't stand a chance in finding him."

"Yup," Hermione sighed.

"When did the Dark Lord say he was going to come here to kill him?"

"He didn't."

This didn't help Draco much. If he didn't know when Voldemort would decide to show up, then he didn't know how much time he had to find help and explain to them where to go.

Draco then looked up at Hermione. She was leaning against the stone wall next to Harry's cell, staring at the ground.

"Hermione." She looked up at hearing her name. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she whispered aloud. "Just thinking," she added a second later before turning her gaze back to the floor.

Even though Hermione had taken her eyes off of Draco, Draco hadn't taken his off her. He was studying her, just like the Dark Lord had done to him earlier. Whatever she was feeling, she was masking it very well because right now she just looked empty. He could only guess at what was actually wrong. Was she regretting what she had done? Was it all finally hitting her that she had done something so terrible that it could affect not only those close to Harry, but the fate of both the Wizarding and Muggle world?

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Hermione looked up at him once again, but this time with a smile. "Believe it or not I'm thinking about Voldemort. I'm wondering how else I would be a use to him because if you think about it, I have fully served my purpose now." Hermione paused as she pulled herself up from the wall and walked closer to Draco. "You don't think he would..." she made a slight gulp and looked up at him with watery eyes, "dispose of me, now that I have fulfilled my duty."

Something about Hermione's eyes sparked something in Draco. The way those eyes were looking at him, made him want to reach out and embrace her into a hug. To show her that there was nothing to worry about. But the Malfoy side of him held him back from doing it. That was something Malfoy's most certainly did not do.

"He is not going to kill you, Hermione. The Dark Lord needs as many followers as possible. Besides, after the whole earthquake incident, you will be on his good side for a long time, well, whatever is left of it that is."

Seeing her visibly relax at his words caused some funny sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"You're right, I was just being silly thinking that," she said with a slight laugh.

Draco didn't say anything, but just smiled at her. For a moment he thought he was going to see some shred of humanity come from Hermione, but all along she had only been worried about herself; which strongly reminded him of himself when he was at Hogwarts.

"Looking back at everything that has happened in the past two weeks, I'd have to say you should have been in Slytherin, not Gryffindor."

Hermione let out another small giggle. "I guess you could be right if you take my recent activities into account. But I'm glad I was in Gryffindor all the same. If I hadn't been, then I would not have been able to catch The Boy Who Lived." She waved her hand in the direction of the cell where Potter was still laying unconscious.

Draco did not feel like getting into a conversation about Potter with Hermione at the moment. It only brought him back to the reality of exactly why they were there.

"I'm thinking we are some where underground. I'm going to Apparate straight up and check out where we are." With out waiting for a reply from Hermione, Draco left.

It figures out that his assumption was right; the dungeon was located underground. He looked around to figure out where in Godric's Hollow they were. He seemed to be on a vacant lot which was located on top of a hill because he could see most of Godric's Hollow from where he stood. There was a cement slap in the center of the clearing. It looked as if some sort of building use to be on top of it. There weren't any other plants around the lot, except for a huge, dead oak tree that he was standing next to. Taking a mental picture of the surroundings, Draco returned to the dungeon.

Hermione was sitting in a chair she had conjured up in the middle of the dungeon whenever he returned.

"What did you see?" she asked.

"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Draco really didn't feel like describing it to her.

Hermione shot him a glare and let out a sigh as she stood up to Apparate. After she left, Draco took her chair and stared into the cell before him.

Potter still hadn't moved. Whatever Hermione did to get him to Voldemort must have really taken it out of him. His coloring was looking a little better than before. The torchlight danced around him and under his raven hair, which Draco noticed had a few red highlights, you could clearly see the lighting shaped scare on his forehead.

The legendary scar. Draco was always curious about that scar. He knew how it got there and who gave it to him. One thing that always had baffled him back at Hogwarts was the pains he would claim it would give him. Draco had heard rumors that the pain came from Voldemort, but that still didn't make sense to him. Whatever it was, it was one of the things that made it so interesting.

A soft crack sounded in the room to show that Hermione had returned.

"I know where we are in Godric's Hollow," she stated before frowning at him. "You took my seat."

"Where are we in Godric's Hollow," Draco asked. Then smirking at her he added, "It's my seat now."

"We're underneath where the Potter's house use to stand. And I conjured up that chair, so it is technically my seat."

Draco was surprised by this discovery. "How do you know we are under where the Potters used to live? And since I am sitting in this chair that automatically makes in my seat." At this comment he felt he should have stick his tongue out at her, but that was one of the many things that Malfoys did not do.

"I've been here with Harry before." She conjured up another chair and plopped down into it. "You really suck, did you know?" she added.

Draco just stared at her for a moment. She had been here, with Harry, to the place where his parents had died and now she brought him here so he could die? This was almost too much. What happened to the old Hermione Granger from Hogwarts, Gryffindor Mudblood who was an annoying know-it-all bookworm?

Hermione took his silence as an answer. "Guess you didn't."

Hermione's comment took Draco out of his reverie. "Guess I didn't what?" he asked.

"I guess you don't know that you suck."

Why did he feel like he was back in his first year at Hogwarts now? He smirked at her none the less. "I thought it was the girls' job to suck."

Hermione looked at him in surprise and laughed. She couldn't believe he just said that.

Before she could say anything, Draco stood up. "Well, I have to go run some errands; I'll be back later to check up on you."
"You're not staying?" she asked, standing up from her chair.

"Hermione, the Dark Lord asked me to help you transport Potter, not watch him." He took out his wand before she could say another word and Disapparated.

As soon as he landed in the drawing room at the Malfoy Manor, he grabbed a handful of Floo power and went straight to Dumbledore's office.

Once again, he found it empty. This time he wasn't going to run around trying to find him or the Potions Master. No. He was going to sit there and wait for the old nutcase. He had to tell him about Potter and Godric's Hollow before it was too late.