Hermione was walking toward the castle, a stony expression on her face. Her facial expression and body language and clothing made her blend in perfectly with the other Death Eaters.
The only difference was, tears were running down her face.
I see what she was doing. She was sneaking into the castle. But where was her wand? Hermione doesn't go anywhere without it. This is odd...
I gasped. "Hermione! What's up? We're doing pretty good, eh?"
"Yes. Yeah, we are. Where's the defensive wing?"
She groaned in anger. Something's up. "Ugh, Neville! We are in the middle of a war!"
I was trapped. I had to say yes, or be accused of being one of the enemy. "Room of Requirement," I sighed.
"Thanks." She shoved me and was off.
This wasn't like Hermione. I decided to follow her.
Voldemort was in the Room of Requirement. He had Malfoy in a headlock, wand at his throat. I hid in the shadows, being seen by Voldemort was the last thing I wanted to happen.
"It's done. Release him."
"I didn't hear a please, Mudblood."
She huffed. "Please,"
His eyes narrowed, and did something with his wand that cut Malfoy's left pinkie finger clean off.
Malfoy screamed. Hermione gasped. Voldemort laughed. I did nothing.
The blood.... Too much was pouring out for it to be a normal wound.
Malfoy fell unconscious. "Do you want this to happen again? Bring out the boy I know is in here."
"What? I didn't bring anyone!"
I stepped forward. "Yes, she did."
Voldemort grinned. "Ah, Neville! You came!"
"Yes, I did."
"Neville? What is he talking about?"
I lifted up my left sleeve. "No!" Hermione gasped.
She took my wand, and released Draco. Tears flowing down her face, she grabbed him and left.
Yes, I made Neville a Death Eater because... Well, I actually don't know why! Go ahead and hate on that if ya want... I don't really care and that won't change anything. Are you guys enjoying this? I hope you are! Comment what you think!
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