Shock. That was all Harry felt. He dropped the note and sat down on the near-by bed. He ran his fingers through his hair and took his head in his hands.
"Dammit!" he screamed.
Pieces of shattered glass were the next thing that found their way to the floor. He strode from the room and out the front door, not even bothering to close it. He had lost Hermione once, and he wasn't planning to do it again.
A pale finger ran down Hermione's cheek. Lord Voldemort's finger to be exact.
"Such a pretty face. It would be a shame if we would have to harm it. Now you can do this the easy way, or you can make it difficult for yourself," he said quietly.
She spit and it landed on his left eye. He growled and slapped her across the face. A red mark in the shape of a hand was all that could be seen after Hermione's head whipped to the side.
"Where is Harry Potter?" he asked.
Hermione's voice came out in a raspy whisper, "Never."
"Wrong answer, Crucio!"
The pain of a thousand knives filled Hermione's body and her head drooped as she struggled to keep her scream in. After a minute the curse was lifted and her body hung limp but she was still conscious.
"I think that's enough for one day … Malfoy, take her back downstairs," ordered Lord Voldemort.
Harry walked the streets of England hoping to find some clue that might lead him to someone or something that knew where Hermione might be. The Leaky Cauldron is where he ended up. He sat down at the bar and looked around at all the people sipping drinks and playing cards. One shady figure caught his eye, his hood was up and he was a stout man with what looked to be only four fing- wait! Four fingers! Pettigrew! Harry got up and stalked over to where the man sat.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Without waiting for a reply he sat down and discreetly took out his wand under the table.
"Harry? Is that y-you?" the man stuttered.
"I will ask this once and only once, where is Hermione?"