Remember Me, Forever and Always

Chapter 17

Draco's POV:

Hermione was gone.

What happened to her?

I turned back to my father.

"What did you do to her." I snarled.

"Oh, me? I didn't do anything." My father said innocently.

"Sure. You didn't do anything." I said.

"I didn't." My father said, smiling.

I didn't believe him.

Hermione's POV:

Everything was dark.

I waved my hand in front of my face.

I couldn't see it.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them again.

It was still dark.

I tried to stand, but to no avail.

I wasn't inside a bag, I knew that.

The darkness around me was silent.

"Hello?" I called out.

There was no response.

Suddenly, laughing erupted.

I froze.

The laughter was loud and maniac.

"Hello?" I called softly.

"I'm here." A voice said.

If I had regained back my sense to move, it had quickly gone away.

There was only one voice that sounded like that.

Ron.

Harry's POV:

*three hours later*

I paced through the living room of my apartment.

It was almost midnight, and Hermione still wasn't back.

I had been thinking about what to do.

Should I obey her note or not?

Or not.

I would have to go get her.

Ginny was at her parent's house, so I took my wand from my bedside table and disappeared with a pop.

I appeared outside the Malfoy Manor.

It was dark, with no signs of inhabitants.

I knew not to trust that, though.

I scouted around the house for any sings of light, but there was none.

I decided to find the basement.

I quietly entered the house.

Thankfully, the floors didn't creak as I made my way through the house and down to what I presumed was the basement.

I drew my wand, prepared for a fight.

The door was locked from the outside, so it was an easy entrance.

I burst through the door.

Lucius and Draco were in there.

"Stupefy!" I yelled, pointing my wand at Lucius.

He didn't have enough time to react.

He was stunned, literally.

He would stay that way long enough for me to get Draco out.

I looked around for Hermione.

She wasn't there.

I looked over at Draco.

His shirt was off, and his back was striped, and covered in blood.

There might not be enough time for a healing spell.

Draco was laying on the floor, showing no sign of being conscious.

I then saw the rope around his wrist.

I cut to with a flick of the wand.

I placed my hand on Draco's arm, and we were gone.

So.

Ron's back.

That's not good.

At all.

Well, yea.

Lots of love and Potter vibes, Vanessa