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Chapter three
She was lost in her own slumber as her dreams started to filter in.
Hermione had just finished Potions and was walking to the Great Hall to meet Harry and Ron.
The Great Hall was filled with the sounds of the students laughing, talking and the clinking of cutlery. She was suddenly aware of the sound of her own footsteps as she entered the Hall. As she approached the Gryffindor table, all the sounds that were going around her went silent.. It went so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
“Hi,” She said as she sat next to Harry, dropping her bag next to her. Harry didn’t look at her instead but he turned his back and carried on talking to Ginny.
“Ron,” She gasped, looking at Ron for explanation.
“What’s the matter with him? What have I done?”
Ron dropped his fork and looked right at her and she could see hate in his eyes as he said,
“As if you don’t know, we know what you are Hermione.” He spat. He abruptly turned around so his back was turned to her as he carried on talking to Harry.
As tears came to her eyes, she wondered what had she done wrong for her two best friends to turn their back on her. What did he mean by what I am? She looked over at Ginny who was talking to Harry. She expected Ginny to tell Ron off for playing a joke on her. This has to be some kind of joke but she wasn’t laughing.
“Ginny What’s going on?” she asked in a weak voice.
Hermione could see pity and disgust on Ginny’s face as she avioded Hermione’s eyes.
What had she done so wrong why were her three best friends giving her the cold shoulder. Ginny didn’t even answer her but just carried on eating her dinner. Hermione stared at her plate of food. She push it away since she wasn’t hungry anymore.
“I’m going to the common room,” Ron said as he glanced at Hermione, “As I don’t like the company.” He sat up and as he did all the other Gryffindors did the same, all refusing to talk to her let alone looked at her.
She had never felt so alone or unwanted. What had she done so wrong to deserve this? Everyone else left in the Great Hall were looking at her. She could feel their eyes burning into her and she wished that she were far away from here. She wished the floor could just open up and swallow her.
“Looks like your friends have come to their senses,” A sneering voice said behind her.
She turned around and saw Draco and his crones standing behind her with a smirk across his face.
“What are you talking about?” She spat, trying to not let him see that he was getting to her.
“You don’t know do you! He laughed “Have you seen yourself lately? Well once a Mudblood always a filthy Mudblood! Now everyone can see your dirty blood.”
Her head spun around as she wondered what he meant. What was plain to see? She cradled her head in her hands and began to cry. Her tears just couldn’t be held back. Draco hadn’t cause these tears but the rejection from her friends had. Where were they when she needed them?
“Look!” Draco said as he thrusted a mirror in front of her face. She looked up and screamed at what she saw in the mirror.
The girl looking back at her wasn’t her. This girl had sunken eyes, dark rings around them, skin so pale it looked like white polished marble. Her hair matted and a white streak ran through it. She put her hands to her face and everything felt the same. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she felt something sharp in her mouth. Slowly, she opened her mouth and shut quickly when she saw that she had fangs. How did they get there? What had she become and had everybody else noticed? All she could think about was what her parents would say about her teeth. Her dad wouldn’t be happy after he had spent so much time on them. The sound of Draco’s voice made her snap out of her thoughts realising what her parents would say about her teeth was the least of her problems.
“There are rules you know about vampires. The Ministry says they should be kill on sight,” Draco said as he approuched her.
Hermone jumped up from her chair and started backing away from Draco. She could see in his eyes that he loved every minute of her down fall.
“ I always said I’d get you back for what you did to my nose. You filthy Mudblood.”
He was not alone as everyone from the Great Hall was behind him.
She felt something snapped inside her when the Great Hall spun around her and she felt like she was floating. She looked down at the Great Hall as her body rose up into the air and the other student's jeers getting quieter. Was she dying she? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. She thought Ron, Harry and Ginny were her friends but she was wrong because they had turned their back on her.
Then she heard his voice in her ear.
“Come to me, Hermione,” He hissed.
“They don’t love you Hermione, I love you. Come to me, I’ll never hurt you.”
“No,” She cried, “Leave me alone, just go away.”
“I can’t, they can’t accept you. You’re like me now,” he said his voice ringing in her ears.
“NO! NO! NO!” She screamed and her voice carried itself around the living room of the Burrow. Ron sat next to her, he reached out and took her hand into his.
“Hermione, it’s alright, you’re safe now I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Ron tried to hold his tears back as he watched her sleep. He hated to think about how she was suffering. Arthur stood next to Ron and put his hand on his shoulder.
“She’s going to be alright,” Arthur said, looking over at Moody.
Moody had arrived half another ago and had begun by asking all sorts of questions.
Even though his father had told him that everything would be all right he couldn’t help but notice the worried expression on Moody’s face. Ron felt a sicking feeling in his stomach and he knew this wasn’t good. Ginny hadn’t been much help and she hadn’t said anything since they had all found out. His mum had been unbearable with her constant out bursts. He just didn’t know what he should do, everything he did was wrong. He wanted so much to help Hermione and have her back to normal but he didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to owl Harry but Moody had forbidden it. Harry has a right to know, as he was her best friend too. All their plans had been ruined in a few days Harry was coming to the Burrow and Moody couldn’t stop that. What was he supposed to tell Harry now? Oh, I’m sorry we can’t go and fight Voldemont because Hermione is a vampire.
Moody had thought that the fewer people who knew about this the better. He had said that no one other than who was already there were allowed to enter the Burrow and no one was allowed to leave. So now he was a prisoner in his own home unable to do anything to help. Everytime he tried to do something to help, to keep his mind of things, his mum had shouted at him.
He fiddled with the hem of his jumper, his eyes fixed on Hermione’s sleeping form. Why didn't she wake up? I hate to think she’s suffering, having nightmares and there’s nothing I can do. All he wanted to do was gather her into his arms, hold onto her and never let her go. Why did he have to be in such a deep sleep? If he was awake that night, he would have stopped all this from happening. He should have been there to protect her but he had failed her.
All he knew was that whoever or whatever had done this to her, he was going to kill it with his bare hands. Rip its heart out for what it had done to Hermione.
"So when did she get bitten? “ Moody asked stepping closer to Ron causing him to look up at him.
“Er, I’m not sure,” Ron answered honestly. He didn’t know what else to say. He looked across at Ginny but she offered no answers.
“Think, think boy this is important” Moody shouted making Ginny sit up in her chair and pay attention to Moody.
“ Well she was acting weird last night,” Ron said not knowing what else to say.
“Weird you say… mmm.” As his glass eye scanned the room, it fixed on the window and he started to push his hands against the glass. “You should get those windows checked Mrs. Weasley a werewolf could very easily get through these windows.” Mrs. Weasley gave him a dirty look, offended by Moody’s attack on her home. She missed the fact that Moody was concerned about the safety of the Burrow and not the condition of it.
“In what way weird?” Moody pushed Ron for an answer.
“Well, she slept all day and got up at seven in the evening,” Ron said.
“Sleeping all day is the first sign!” He roared turning around to face Ron. He had never seen a man look so serious as he paced up across the lounge.
“First sign?” Ron’s eyes widen at the statement.
“ Ah the first sign, the first sign of a vampire attack! You didn’t pay attention in my classes! That’s the First sign of the undead!” Moody’s eyes fixed on Ron.
“Well if that’s the first sign then Ron must be one too.” Ginny chuckled. Ron was relieved that she was talking again but Mrs. Weasley didn’t find Ginny’s comment amusing.
“Shh, Ginny. Go on Ron tell Moody what you told me and your father dear.”
“She looked really pale and did not want anyone to look over her when I suggested that she let someone look at her…. she flipped,” He answered honestly.
“Flipped you say, anything else.” Moody added.
“Well there was something else, Ginny you remember, she wore that choker.” He looked over at his sister who nodded.
“She wore a choker trying to hide the vampires marks,” He said as he looked over the marks on her neck. “Did she have it on the night before?”
“Er no, I don’t think so,” Ron said looking confused, and then his expression changed as he realised it must have happened the night before.
“So it must have happened the night before but that doesn’t leave us with much time,” He explained as he took a sip from his flask.
“What do you mean there’s not much time left?” Ron spat as he shot up from his chair.
“It depends how far she’s gone.” He explained. “I won’t know until I’ve examined her.”
Moody pushed Hermione’s head back, opened her mouth and stuck his fingers in her mouth.
“There look!” He grunted as he pointed in to Hermione’s mouth.
The Weasley’s gathered around Hermione, jumping back and their faces covered with horror.
“Her teeth are getting sharp, so by tomorrow night she will be..” Moody said gravely.
“Will be what? Ron shouted looking at Moody for answers.
“A vampire, a creature of the night, Nosferatu! So that only leaves us with one option.” Moody sighed as his shoulders sank back.
“What, what option,” Ron demanded. Damn him, why did he have to speak in riddles?
“I’m sorry but tomorrow she won’t be Hermione she will be his bride,” Moody said relucktly.
“His what!” Ron shrieked as his fists clenched with anger and rage boiling up in him.
“His bride, she has a link with him now and she will try to go to him.” Moody tried to explain to Ron but he wasn’t listening. He didn’t like the sound of this. Hermione was going to be his bride. She was going to be in another person’s arms that weren’t his.
“I’m sorry, Ron but we will have to release and save her soul,” Moody said trying to avoid Ron’s eyes. Arthur seemed to know what Moody was talking about as he interrupted.
“Now hold on Moody. I know your methods are unorthodox but isn’t that going a bit far.”
“Release her, Dad Mum. What is he talking about?” Ron cried, his eyes filling up as he looked at his mum and dad.
“Shh… it won’t come to that,” Molly said softly.
Moody interrupted and said very abruptly,
“To release her, I’ll have to drive a steak through her heart and then chop her head off.”
He walked over to his leather case and began rummaging inside.
“You will not! I won’t let you!” Ron bellowed his fists rising up at Moody as he charged at him. Arthur pulled him back and tried to calm him down.
“It’s Hermione for gods sake.” Ginny sobbed. “We won’t let you do that. We could bind her so she couldn’t hurt anyone. Mum don’t let him do it.”
“Arthur you said he was experienced in these matters,” Molly screamed at her husband.
“He’s not proper a Auror, he’s a mad Van Helsing!”
“All of you don’t understand. If we don’t do it now, by tomorrow it will be too late. I know about vampires, I hunted them for twenty years and she’s under his spell now,” He shouted back at them.
“There has to be another way,” Arthur said trying to pacify Ron.
Moody went quiet for a moment and realised that they weren't going to go along with his plan.
“There is only one other way but it’s dangerous.”
“What is it? I’ll do whatever it takes,” Ron shouted.
“Well there is a way but it’ll be hard and it might be too late,” Moody continued.
“What is it! Tell us!” Ron shouted at Moody.
“We will have to find the vampire that bit her and kill him. But time is against us and she is half way through the change,” Moody said looking over at Hermione as she slept.
“There’s a but isn’t there,” Ginny said interrupting Moody.
“Your very smart girl Miss Weasley.., There is a way but and the but is that we don’t know where this vampire sleeps in the day,” Moody said.
“Oh yes, I remember that from defence against the dark arts last year. They sleep in the day and by night they hunt their pray. So in the day he’ll be weak but that doesn’t leave us a lot of time,” Ginny said.
“We will have to buy time won’t we,” Moody said as he pulled out a small clear glass bottle out of his suitcase. In the glass bottle a white fluid and he held it up so that they could see it better.
Ron looked puzzled and then he said, “What the hell is that?”
“Essence of garlic, no wonder your Potion marks were so poor,” Moody said and Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a dirty look.
“You should of know that!” Ranted Mrs. Weasley.
“I knew that!” Ron said quickly.
“If we get her to drink this, it will slow the process down,” Explained Moody.
“Only one problem she hates garlic,” Ron said.
“That’s the idea. If she liked it in the first place, it wouldn’t have, been so attracted to her,” Moody said sarcastically..
“I warn you it’s going to be hard.She will struggle and she will give you lots of excuses why she can’t take it.” Moody warned.
“Ok, I’ll do it.” Ron nodded.
“Then we can start on the next step,” Moody continued.
“Which is what?” Ginny asked.
“She has a link to him now and he will be doing everything in his power to get to her. He will try to confuse us and distant us. We can use this link to our advantage to find out where he hides and when we know that we can strike when he’s weak. Don’t be fooled by this he won’t give her up without a fight, he has a taste for her now,” Moody said as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Hermione.
“What are you doing!” Ron shouted as he noticed Moody mutter a spell under his breath, binding her body to the bed.
“Calm down it’s just a safety precaution. This will only hold her until dusk. If we don’t succeed, she will become too strong to be held by this,” Moody warned.
Ginny sensed that Ron was getting worked up again so she interrupted.
“How will we use this link?”
“I will have to put her in a trance and get her to open up about him.” Moody said.
They all fell quiet when Hermione’s voice interupted their conversation.
"Where am?” She asked turning her head so she couldsee Ron, who was sat next to her.
“Ron, what’s going on? Why can’t I move and why is Moody here?”
She was lost in her own slumber as her dreams started to filter in.
Hermione had just finished Potions and was walking to the Great Hall to meet Harry and Ron.
The Great Hall was filled with the sounds of the students laughing, talking and the clinking of cutlery. She was suddenly aware of the sound of her own footsteps as she entered the Hall. As she approached the Gryffindor table, all the sounds that were going around her went silent.. It went so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
“Hi,” She said as she sat next to Harry, dropping her bag next to her. Harry didn’t look at her instead but he turned his back and carried on talking to Ginny.
“Ron,” She gasped, looking at Ron for explanation.
“What’s the matter with him? What have I done?”
Ron dropped his fork and looked right at her and she could see hate in his eyes as he said,
“As if you don’t know, we know what you are Hermione.” He spat. He abruptly turned around so his back was turned to her as he carried on talking to Harry.
As tears came to her eyes, she wondered what had she done wrong for her two best friends to turn their back on her. What did he mean by what I am? She looked over at Ginny who was talking to Harry. She expected Ginny to tell Ron off for playing a joke on her. This has to be some kind of joke but she wasn’t laughing.
“Ginny What’s going on?” she asked in a weak voice.
Hermione could see pity and disgust on Ginny’s face as she avioded Hermione’s eyes.
What had she done so wrong why were her three best friends giving her the cold shoulder. Ginny didn’t even answer her but just carried on eating her dinner. Hermione stared at her plate of food. She push it away since she wasn’t hungry anymore.
“I’m going to the common room,” Ron said as he glanced at Hermione, “As I don’t like the company.” He sat up and as he did all the other Gryffindors did the same, all refusing to talk to her let alone looked at her.
She had never felt so alone or unwanted. What had she done so wrong to deserve this? Everyone else left in the Great Hall were looking at her. She could feel their eyes burning into her and she wished that she were far away from here. She wished the floor could just open up and swallow her.
“Looks like your friends have come to their senses,” A sneering voice said behind her.
She turned around and saw Draco and his crones standing behind her with a smirk across his face.
“What are you talking about?” She spat, trying to not let him see that he was getting to her.
“You don’t know do you! He laughed “Have you seen yourself lately? Well once a Mudblood always a filthy Mudblood! Now everyone can see your dirty blood.”
Her head spun around as she wondered what he meant. What was plain to see? She cradled her head in her hands and began to cry. Her tears just couldn’t be held back. Draco hadn’t cause these tears but the rejection from her friends had. Where were they when she needed them?
“Look!” Draco said as he thrusted a mirror in front of her face. She looked up and screamed at what she saw in the mirror.
The girl looking back at her wasn’t her. This girl had sunken eyes, dark rings around them, skin so pale it looked like white polished marble. Her hair matted and a white streak ran through it. She put her hands to her face and everything felt the same. She looked at herself in the mirror again as she felt something sharp in her mouth. Slowly, she opened her mouth and shut quickly when she saw that she had fangs. How did they get there? What had she become and had everybody else noticed? All she could think about was what her parents would say about her teeth. Her dad wouldn’t be happy after he had spent so much time on them. The sound of Draco’s voice made her snap out of her thoughts realising what her parents would say about her teeth was the least of her problems.
“There are rules you know about vampires. The Ministry says they should be kill on sight,” Draco said as he approuched her.
Hermone jumped up from her chair and started backing away from Draco. She could see in his eyes that he loved every minute of her down fall.
“ I always said I’d get you back for what you did to my nose. You filthy Mudblood.”
He was not alone as everyone from the Great Hall was behind him.
She felt something snapped inside her when the Great Hall spun around her and she felt like she was floating. She looked down at the Great Hall as her body rose up into the air and the other student's jeers getting quieter. Was she dying she? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. She thought Ron, Harry and Ginny were her friends but she was wrong because they had turned their back on her.
Then she heard his voice in her ear.
“Come to me, Hermione,” He hissed.
“They don’t love you Hermione, I love you. Come to me, I’ll never hurt you.”
“No,” She cried, “Leave me alone, just go away.”
“I can’t, they can’t accept you. You’re like me now,” he said his voice ringing in her ears.
“NO! NO! NO!” She screamed and her voice carried itself around the living room of the Burrow. Ron sat next to her, he reached out and took her hand into his.
“Hermione, it’s alright, you’re safe now I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Ron tried to hold his tears back as he watched her sleep. He hated to think about how she was suffering. Arthur stood next to Ron and put his hand on his shoulder.
“She’s going to be alright,” Arthur said, looking over at Moody.
Moody had arrived half another ago and had begun by asking all sorts of questions.
Even though his father had told him that everything would be all right he couldn’t help but notice the worried expression on Moody’s face. Ron felt a sicking feeling in his stomach and he knew this wasn’t good. Ginny hadn’t been much help and she hadn’t said anything since they had all found out. His mum had been unbearable with her constant out bursts. He just didn’t know what he should do, everything he did was wrong. He wanted so much to help Hermione and have her back to normal but he didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to owl Harry but Moody had forbidden it. Harry has a right to know, as he was her best friend too. All their plans had been ruined in a few days Harry was coming to the Burrow and Moody couldn’t stop that. What was he supposed to tell Harry now? Oh, I’m sorry we can’t go and fight Voldemont because Hermione is a vampire.
Moody had thought that the fewer people who knew about this the better. He had said that no one other than who was already there were allowed to enter the Burrow and no one was allowed to leave. So now he was a prisoner in his own home unable to do anything to help. Everytime he tried to do something to help, to keep his mind of things, his mum had shouted at him.
He fiddled with the hem of his jumper, his eyes fixed on Hermione’s sleeping form. Why didn't she wake up? I hate to think she’s suffering, having nightmares and there’s nothing I can do. All he wanted to do was gather her into his arms, hold onto her and never let her go. Why did he have to be in such a deep sleep? If he was awake that night, he would have stopped all this from happening. He should have been there to protect her but he had failed her.
All he knew was that whoever or whatever had done this to her, he was going to kill it with his bare hands. Rip its heart out for what it had done to Hermione.
"So when did she get bitten? “ Moody asked stepping closer to Ron causing him to look up at him.
“Er, I’m not sure,” Ron answered honestly. He didn’t know what else to say. He looked across at Ginny but she offered no answers.
“Think, think boy this is important” Moody shouted making Ginny sit up in her chair and pay attention to Moody.
“ Well she was acting weird last night,” Ron said not knowing what else to say.
“Weird you say… mmm.” As his glass eye scanned the room, it fixed on the window and he started to push his hands against the glass. “You should get those windows checked Mrs. Weasley a werewolf could very easily get through these windows.” Mrs. Weasley gave him a dirty look, offended by Moody’s attack on her home. She missed the fact that Moody was concerned about the safety of the Burrow and not the condition of it.
“In what way weird?” Moody pushed Ron for an answer.
“Well, she slept all day and got up at seven in the evening,” Ron said.
“Sleeping all day is the first sign!” He roared turning around to face Ron. He had never seen a man look so serious as he paced up across the lounge.
“First sign?” Ron’s eyes widen at the statement.
“ Ah the first sign, the first sign of a vampire attack! You didn’t pay attention in my classes! That’s the First sign of the undead!” Moody’s eyes fixed on Ron.
“Well if that’s the first sign then Ron must be one too.” Ginny chuckled. Ron was relieved that she was talking again but Mrs. Weasley didn’t find Ginny’s comment amusing.
“Shh, Ginny. Go on Ron tell Moody what you told me and your father dear.”
“She looked really pale and did not want anyone to look over her when I suggested that she let someone look at her…. she flipped,” He answered honestly.
“Flipped you say, anything else.” Moody added.
“Well there was something else, Ginny you remember, she wore that choker.” He looked over at his sister who nodded.
“She wore a choker trying to hide the vampires marks,” He said as he looked over the marks on her neck. “Did she have it on the night before?”
“Er no, I don’t think so,” Ron said looking confused, and then his expression changed as he realised it must have happened the night before.
“So it must have happened the night before but that doesn’t leave us with much time,” He explained as he took a sip from his flask.
“What do you mean there’s not much time left?” Ron spat as he shot up from his chair.
“It depends how far she’s gone.” He explained. “I won’t know until I’ve examined her.”
Moody pushed Hermione’s head back, opened her mouth and stuck his fingers in her mouth.
“There look!” He grunted as he pointed in to Hermione’s mouth.
The Weasley’s gathered around Hermione, jumping back and their faces covered with horror.
“Her teeth are getting sharp, so by tomorrow night she will be..” Moody said gravely.
“Will be what? Ron shouted looking at Moody for answers.
“A vampire, a creature of the night, Nosferatu! So that only leaves us with one option.” Moody sighed as his shoulders sank back.
“What, what option,” Ron demanded. Damn him, why did he have to speak in riddles?
“I’m sorry but tomorrow she won’t be Hermione she will be his bride,” Moody said relucktly.
“His what!” Ron shrieked as his fists clenched with anger and rage boiling up in him.
“His bride, she has a link with him now and she will try to go to him.” Moody tried to explain to Ron but he wasn’t listening. He didn’t like the sound of this. Hermione was going to be his bride. She was going to be in another person’s arms that weren’t his.
“I’m sorry, Ron but we will have to release and save her soul,” Moody said trying to avoid Ron’s eyes. Arthur seemed to know what Moody was talking about as he interrupted.
“Now hold on Moody. I know your methods are unorthodox but isn’t that going a bit far.”
“Release her, Dad Mum. What is he talking about?” Ron cried, his eyes filling up as he looked at his mum and dad.
“Shh… it won’t come to that,” Molly said softly.
Moody interrupted and said very abruptly,
“To release her, I’ll have to drive a steak through her heart and then chop her head off.”
He walked over to his leather case and began rummaging inside.
“You will not! I won’t let you!” Ron bellowed his fists rising up at Moody as he charged at him. Arthur pulled him back and tried to calm him down.
“It’s Hermione for gods sake.” Ginny sobbed. “We won’t let you do that. We could bind her so she couldn’t hurt anyone. Mum don’t let him do it.”
“Arthur you said he was experienced in these matters,” Molly screamed at her husband.
“He’s not proper a Auror, he’s a mad Van Helsing!”
“All of you don’t understand. If we don’t do it now, by tomorrow it will be too late. I know about vampires, I hunted them for twenty years and she’s under his spell now,” He shouted back at them.
“There has to be another way,” Arthur said trying to pacify Ron.
Moody went quiet for a moment and realised that they weren't going to go along with his plan.
“There is only one other way but it’s dangerous.”
“What is it? I’ll do whatever it takes,” Ron shouted.
“Well there is a way but it’ll be hard and it might be too late,” Moody continued.
“What is it! Tell us!” Ron shouted at Moody.
“We will have to find the vampire that bit her and kill him. But time is against us and she is half way through the change,” Moody said looking over at Hermione as she slept.
“There’s a but isn’t there,” Ginny said interrupting Moody.
“Your very smart girl Miss Weasley.., There is a way but and the but is that we don’t know where this vampire sleeps in the day,” Moody said.
“Oh yes, I remember that from defence against the dark arts last year. They sleep in the day and by night they hunt their pray. So in the day he’ll be weak but that doesn’t leave us a lot of time,” Ginny said.
“We will have to buy time won’t we,” Moody said as he pulled out a small clear glass bottle out of his suitcase. In the glass bottle a white fluid and he held it up so that they could see it better.
Ron looked puzzled and then he said, “What the hell is that?”
“Essence of garlic, no wonder your Potion marks were so poor,” Moody said and Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a dirty look.
“You should of know that!” Ranted Mrs. Weasley.
“I knew that!” Ron said quickly.
“If we get her to drink this, it will slow the process down,” Explained Moody.
“Only one problem she hates garlic,” Ron said.
“That’s the idea. If she liked it in the first place, it wouldn’t have, been so attracted to her,” Moody said sarcastically..
“I warn you it’s going to be hard.She will struggle and she will give you lots of excuses why she can’t take it.” Moody warned.
“Ok, I’ll do it.” Ron nodded.
“Then we can start on the next step,” Moody continued.
“Which is what?” Ginny asked.
“She has a link to him now and he will be doing everything in his power to get to her. He will try to confuse us and distant us. We can use this link to our advantage to find out where he hides and when we know that we can strike when he’s weak. Don’t be fooled by this he won’t give her up without a fight, he has a taste for her now,” Moody said as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Hermione.
“What are you doing!” Ron shouted as he noticed Moody mutter a spell under his breath, binding her body to the bed.
“Calm down it’s just a safety precaution. This will only hold her until dusk. If we don’t succeed, she will become too strong to be held by this,” Moody warned.
Ginny sensed that Ron was getting worked up again so she interrupted.
“How will we use this link?”
“I will have to put her in a trance and get her to open up about him.” Moody said.
They all fell quiet when Hermione’s voice interupted their conversation.
"Where am?” She asked turning her head so she couldsee Ron, who was sat next to her.
“Ron, what’s going on? Why can’t I move and why is Moody here?”