Labelled Caustic

Chp 8. Meeting The Enemy

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"You know what to do for now," Draco hissed and stalked off.

Hermione had the same horrible feeling every time something like this happens. She prayed that Harry and Ron were alright and that they weren´t stupid enough to do anything rash. Then again, maybe they were. That made her mad with worry. Draco had just gone off down the stairs and she waited until she couldn´t hear him anymore. No suspicions should be raised.

She whispered the incantation she heard speak earlier and the door opened.

"Stop that! Its rather annoying w-" Ginny spat as she whirled around, expecting to see Draco. She frowned when she didn´t see anyone and gave a gasp when only Hermione´s face came into view.

"Quick, come on over!" Hermione hissed. Ginny did as she was told and was swept under the invisibility cloak. It was much harder to move when there was someone else with you. When the door closed quietly behind them, they made sure their movements were in sync.

"Hermione, tell me what is happening," Ginny whimpered softly.

"Ginny, I don´t really know either," Hermione lied, hoping this answer will tie her over for he moment. She hated lying but it wasn´t the time or place to go into anything. Besides she was too emotional at this point.

Ginny hung limply by Hermione´s side and let her lead the way. Her eyes were hurting and she started to get this nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She rubbed her fingers together like she did when she was anxious and she felt the cold metal on her finger.

"Draco," she whispered.

"Here we are," Hermione said, they were standing in the doorway of the library and they crept in stealthily. Stealing into the deep shadows that fell heavily in the corners of the enormous library. They stayed there trying their best to get a good view of what was happening and trying their utmost best to be quiet.

The roaring fire cast a warm glow around the room but no warmth was felt. It was just cold; dreadfully cold.

Then Ginny suddenly felt warmed up at the sight of Draco as he entered the room with his mother clinging onto his arm, both dressed in death eater robes. She yearned to reach out for it but she clamped down on her lip making it bleed once more. Ginny looked onto Hermione as she felt her stiffen beside her. She looked towards the door and two limp figures were floating in.

"Harry - Ron!" Ginny gasped. Hermione squeezed Ginny´s hand to warn her to be quiet. She just clamped a hand to her mouth as she swallowed hard.

Lucius´ shadow fell upon them as he bowed to towards the armchair; his hood obscuring most of his face.

"Come Draco," The voice from the chair spoke rather lazily. It was a deep and throaty voice.

Draco´s hood hid his face, which was moulded into his usual unreadable expression. He took a deep breath and did as he was told.

"You have served your me well Draco. You will be rewarded handsomely and tonight you will join your father, who has been my most faithful servant," The voice continued never straying away from the chair.

"You are truly your father´s child," The words washed over him and hit him with a flood of emotions. It was what Ginny said as well. He was torn in several directions and he swallowed, trying once again to regain his composure.

He forced himself to give a bow, his stomach churning and walked back to the side of his mother.

Narcissa wasn´t very happy. Not at all; she didn´t want him to be a death eater. She wanted him to be better than that but she could not voice this. Death would surely hang over her head for even muttering a word of it to anyone.

Lord Voldemort finally stood up and turned to look at the two figures that were bound and sound asleep. He was dressed in robes of black and burgundy and he looked hideous amongst the shadows. He delved his spindly hands into his robe pockets and with a swish, the spell over the two boys were broken.

"Wakey, wakey then boys," Lord Voldemort whispered, his slit eyes wandering over them both.

Harry and Ron, looked scared and angry both trying to think of what to do.

"Harry Potter, the boy who has managed to elude me for 16 years and you are going to be brought to your downfall by a stupid muggle loving Weasley," He shook his head and a vindictive smirk settled making him look even scarier.

The two boys looked at him with disgust on their faces not wanting to answer to that. Ron was blushing madly and his eyes were daggers.

"Tonight you will die Harry, finally, and your friend here, will be made full use by Nagini."

As if to make its point, Nagini slithered out from behind one of the towering bookcases and made it´s way to Ron, eyeing him with delight glinting in its glassy eyes.

This just brought back flashbacks from Ginny's first year in Hogwarts in the bloody Chamber of Secrets. She held onto Hermione´s hand and received a squeeze of assurance.

Voldemort looked on with a lazy smile and turned towards the fireplace as the flames suddenly changed to an emerald green.

"My most favoured servants are here to witness your death Harry. You should be flattered."

Harry gave a distinct snort and screwed up his face in disgust. "You´ll never kill me."

"To be so young and angry," Voldemort replied with a theatrical smile.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry´s comeback. It was so unoriginal and unimaginative. Obviously his mind was slow when it worked under pressure. He actually liked Voldemort´s reply. `Draco what the hell is wrong with you!´ his mind retaliated and he felt as if an imaginary fish was whacked to the back of his head for him to bloody snap out of it.

Then people started emerging from the flames and Voldemort ticked off their names as they appeared.

"The Parkinsons."

"Nott."

"McNair."

"And the Browns."

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