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CHAPTER 2

:::::Hermione’s good rest was interrupted by dreams that were haunted by Harry’s dead body. More real than any dream had ever been, she was tied to a tree in the Forbidden Forest. Lucious and Harry were dueling and Lucious had managed to stun Harry.

“Oh look there mudblood.” Lucious cooed at Hermione. “Poor little Potter isn’t moving. Is he dead mudblood? No. Not yet. But within moments…” Lucious trailed off. “The Dark Lord will be so proud…” He said with an insane smile twisting upon his face.

Hermione glared up at him, the pain in her head getting worse by the second.

“YOU MADMAN! I HAVE ALREADY TOLD YOU! VOLDEMORT IS DEAD! D-E-A-D! HE WILL NOT BE PROUD! HE IS DEAD. HE ISN’T COMING BACK! HARRY DEFEATED HIM!! WHERE DO YOU THINK ALL YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS ARE? THEY ARE GONE! RAN LIKE COWARDS WHEN VOLDEMORT FELL. THEY ARE GONE. HE IS GONE! IF YOU WISH TO STAY ALIVE, YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THEIR LEAD!” Hermione bellowed in the darkness. She was not bluffing, for what she said was completely true.

Lucious turned his head to Hermione’s shaking body, bound helplessly by magic to a tree. No longer insanely twisted by his manic smile, his face was stony and anger bulged in the vein aside his eye.

“Lies mudblood! What did I tell you about lies?” He whispered close to Hermione’s ear, as he twirled his wand around his fingers he smiled. The twirling wand finally coming to a stop inches away from Hermione’s chest.

Hermione bit her lip and prepared for the torture sure to come.

“CRUCIO!” Lucious bellowed into the darkness.

Horrible pain shot through Hermione’s body for the seventh time in the hour. Hermione could no longer take it. Her head slumped over onto her chest and her world went black.

Hermione could feel the wetness rolling down her cheeks even before the scene fully faded from her mind. Hermione thought to herself that the dream must had been set on ‘replay’, because every time she closed her eyes, the dream picked up where it had left off. Going further and further until she was rescued, at which it started back to her being tied to a tree. Hermione’s eyes remained closed as she spoke to herself.

“What am I being punished for? I have done nothing wrong.”

“Yes well, except murder my cousin and all.” A cool male voice replied.

Hermione’s still misted brown eyes flashed open at the sound of his voice. So much like the cruel voice that haunted her dreams.:::::

# posted by Sek Koon @ 6:11 AM