Author's Note
Try number.. whatever, I'll learn how to work it one of these days.
If you have been with this story since it's conception, I congratulate you and send you tons of love. There have been some changes with this story, The main character's name has been changed to Lymekya, Pronounced as Limb- ee- k-eye-uh. The man who was once named Alistor had me left with a few confused readers in thinking it was mad-eye, which it certainly was not. This character has a bigger part later in the series, but cannot be revealed just yet. I struggled with even omitting this first part, but I wanted it to stay so people know that this is not a fluff story. it will also get much worse. I like to test my writing and imagination with the mental side of torture. If that is not to your preference, I suggest maybe finding another FF that will be.
This is a rewrite of the HP series, all seven books, with a cross over into the Dark-Hunter universe after Hogwarts and a few books in the Marauder's time. Quite a few things change to fit my character, but The Golden Trio still does their thing while Lymekya and Draco do theirs.
This will be published on A03 with more detail of the darker natures, but for FFN it will be as light as I can possibly write. Please see my Bio for more information on this nature and where I hope to see this fanfiction in general :)
On to the story! I hope you enjoy it, and if not I hope you find something that you like elsewhere! It is hell when one can't find a good FF to drown in..
Chapter One of The Cuddly Dragon
He recalled the sound of the woman's plea's of mercy. Her whimpers of fright and her shed tears for the life of her unborn child that was nestled inside her. The look of fear that never left her eyes even as she exhaled her last breath. The young man snorted and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black robe. The body he left behind would soon be out of his thoughts, just as the woman he wished it to be would never leave his heart.
He stepped nimbly over a deep puddle as he watched the light sprinkles of rain cause ripples on the surface. He needed to get farther away from the body and out of the rain, so he stepped into an alleyway that led to his home.
"Isss it finisshed?" A crackling voice spoke from the shadows just behind him.
The young man turned quickly, his wand slipping into his hand from his sleeve before he realized who it was.
"Master." He said stiffly before bowing his head. "It is done. I'm just.. Enjoying myself." He finished with a smile that he knew the master would see.
The Master moved forward slowly, before brushing his clawed hand against the young man's cheek causing him to flinch. "Good... Good... I wouldn't want my mosst trusstworthy follower to be hindered by a Mudblood..."
The young man couldn't help but to glance upwards in surprise. Most trustworthy follower? He was being promoted? "Thank you my Lord... If I.. If I were to have known.. She lied to me.." The young man started, unsure of how much he could tell the Master. He glanced up to see the man's expression, judging to see how he should continue.
"You may sspeak.." The Master said softly, yet sternly as his clawed hand moved to rest on his shoulder.
The young man glanced at the claws before lowering his eyes. "I once loved her... But I cannot love one of such low status, I will not let my line be destroyed." He paused, wondering if he was going to be killed for his words, but the master said, nor did anything but stare down at him. The young man shrugged, "Now.. I have her heart.. In a jar. It is tucked safely away so that I may remember.."
"And the unborn child?" The man questioned with a tighter grip on his shoulder.
He snorted to himself as he crossed his arms at the wrists. The child was of no concern to him, he was not going to father a child of mixed blood. Better to have died with the mother. He turned his head to the side with a crooked smile before replying, "The child is of no concern my Lord, it was left with the body to rot." He grunted as the claws dug into his shoulder then left him all together.
"Good... Good man.." The Master hissed as he backed away, "I sshhall contact you ssoon, "
The young man nodded in response, before tucking his hands back into his pockets. He was terrified to give the Master his back, he could change his mind and decide that he wanted him dead too. But only silence surrounded him, letting him know that the Master was already gone. He couldn't help but to grin to himself as he walked away from the spot, whistling a cheery tune.
"Oh Nathan! She is so adorable! Look at her." Mrs. Jean Granger squealed.
Mrs. Granger was a tall woman at five feet-eleven inches, who carried herself with pride. Her long brown, curly hair was pulled back into a neat bun at the back of her head with a few strands
coming free near her temples. Her husband, Nathan Granger walked up to her from his short distance away and leaned over the cubicle crib.
"She is adorable, and looks much like our own daughter." He said softly as he looked at his wife before brushing a stand of hair behind her ear.
Mrs. Granger looked up at her husband with a smile. He was a sturdy man, in heart and strength. His short brown hair was combed nicely to one side, his eyes still shined with mischief as they had when they had met in college. Luckily he was still taller than she at an even six feet.
"Nurse?" Mrs. Granger turned, her hands still resting on the edge of the crib as she looked for a nurse.
"Yes, ma'am?" A young male nurse said, popping his head into the room.
"May we see the paperwork for this child?" She asked, pointing to the crib.
The nurse smiled and walked over swiftly, his white lab coat swishing behind him. He crouched in front of the crib to read the notes tapped to the metal bars. "Oh, little Lymekya. Aren't you a surprise." The nurse mumbled, before flipping through another few pages of notes. He couldn't help but to smile at the babe. She had been the most intelligent by far out of all the other babes her age, but a great handful. The other nurses believed her to be the babe of a goddess, and quite a mischievous one at that, as she always seemed to find a way to make herself laugh, and knew that if she threw her bottle or toy out of the crib, someone had to be there to give her attention.
"Sir?" Mr. Granger questioned as he didn't catch what the nurse had said.
The nurse stood and ran his hand through his short blonde hair. "Well, Mr.?"
"Granger. Nathan Granger."
"Well, Mr. Granger, she has already been left with a name, that the mother wished to not be changed. She also came with a small box of objects that was to be left closed until she was adopted."
"And?" Mrs. Granger questioned curiously as she fidgeted with her necklace with her right hand as the left still rested on the crib.
"That's it. She's healthy, bottle fed, doesn't cry much and she's already showing high levels of intelligence." The nurse smiled and folded his hands in front of his lap over the clipboard.
"What is her name?" Mrs. Granger questioned, looking back down at the sleeping baby girl in the crib.
"Her name is Lymekya, L-Y-M-E-K-Y-A." He spelled out for them.
"I love it!" She cried out, "Sweet little Lymekya."
"Hermione and Lymekya Granger." Mr. Granger said, feeling the name against his tongue.
"Should I go and get the documents?" The nurse said with a raise of his brow and a large smile.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger stared at each other over the top of the crib, sharing their words with mere looks. They both desperately wanted another child, one Jean could no longer conceive herself and Nathan didn't want to have their child be a lone..
"Yes. Please get the documents." Mr. Granger said, turning to the nurse.
"Right. I shall send a colleague to retrieve her belongings, and another to sit with you so you may hold the child."
Mrs. Granger squealed in excitement after the nurse had left the room. She quickly came around the crib to hug Mr. Granger tightly as the both looked down at the sleeping baby girl, Lymekya.
Here is to hoping I can finish this fan-fiction this time. I enjoy writing and this story is the only thing I have ever shared. The followers of my last attempt were emailing me and still dropping a few reviews asking if it were to be finished. Yes, I really hope so. The enjoyment of this Fan-fictions early chapters surprised me and is still one of those things that drive me to continue to write. So thank you guys!
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