Hermione found herself lying on the floor of Malfoy Manor. Bellatrix was now circling her; spinning around wildly screeching with joy.
"Eeeehee heee! Got you!!" she shrieked.
Hearing the sudden commotion, the Malfoys filed into the cavernous, dimly lit room.
Bellatrix finally observed her captive.
She gasped, "What do we have here?" Noticing Hermione's basketball sized belly.
"Did you let Potter take a poke?" taunted Bellatrix.
Hermione lay in shock on the floor, one hand grasping her tummy. The twins began kicking.
Kneeling down, Bellatrix hovered over Hermione, her face mere inches away.
Grinning widely, she surveyed her bump. "I'll make this simple," pulling out a long, jagged knife and pressing it against Hermione's throat, "You tell me where Potter is, and I let his tainted offspring live."
Hermione yelped, but said nothing.
"Oooh, how sweet," sneered Bellatrix. "The Mudblood chooses to stay devoted to her lover. Looks like its time to play."
~♥~
Dobby appeared before Harry and Ron as they were eating breakfast.
"Dobby?" asked Harry dumbfounded.
"Harry Potter! So long it's been!" greeted Dobby.
"Hi Dobby!" said Ron.
"Master Weasley!" replied Dobby.
"Dobby, why are you here?" asked Harry.
"Oh! Miss Granger is in terrible danger, sir!" wailed Dobby.
Alarmed, Harry knelt in front of the tiny House Elf, "What do you mean, Dobby?! What kind of danger?! Where is she?!"
"Miss Granger was taken!"
"Taken? Taken where?!" shouted Harry.
"To Malfoy Manor, sir. Miss Lestrange took her from Master Weasley's home."
Standing, anger flooded through his body. "Ron, pack our things," replied Harry through gritted teeth.
"Listen mate, I understand you're angry, I am too. But we don't even know what will be waiting for us when we get there, or who. What if this is all a trap, set by You-Know-Who?" implored Ron.
"Ron. She has Hermione. You don't honestly expect me to just sit here while she could kill my fiancée AND my children?!" shouted Harry.
Ron's face fell, "You're right. I'll pack our stuff."