What Have You Done?
Author's Note: Hey there guys. So I've been reading a lot of stories lately and this idea just came to me a while ago and I've been toying with it so please just run with me. I have a general idea about where I want it to go but any ideas along the way would be very helpful! This is only my second Harry Potter story so please review and tell me what you liked, if anything, and what you didn't like, please be gentle! I do love to get nice reviews but criticism makes you better so please don't hesitate to send something critical either.
If you are reading my other story there is no connection between them at all even though I may use some of my own personal characters here also. To add to that, I will still be writing Saving Faith so not to worry. And if by chance you want to check out my other story I would be so excited! The rating in this story is going to reach 'M' but for now please just be patient.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did Harry, Draco and I would never come out of my room. That is all I have to say about that.
A gentle breeze was sweeping across the grass, causing it to move ever so slightly. The smell of summer hung in the air and the sounds of chirping birds and laughter could be heard off in the distance. Roughly a kilometer away a group of older boys were laughing boisterously while flying around at break neck speed on their new broomsticks, gifts for doing so well on their end of year exams.
The boys' voices carried easily across the well manicured lawn and up to the open second story window of the nearby house. Inside the white walled room a women sat at her desk, her head bent in concentration over a letter lying there. Every few seconds she would add a line to her piece of parchment and then pause to think of what else to say. After a particularly loud curse reached her ears she stood up, shaking her head all the while, and made her way to the window.
At first she was tempted to call them in but hearing their voices break out in laughter again she couldn't find it in her heart to ruin their fun. Instead she simply closed the open window with a soft click, silencing any further sounds from outside. Before she turned from the window her eyes caught on the familiar head of hair in the distance. So like his father's that it made her heart ache to think about it and yet at the same time still so different that at the same time it gave her hope. She sighed and pushed her long hair away from her face with a tired hand.
She turned back to her desk and finished her letter by signing her name quickly. She groped around until she found the wax in the tidy drawer and sealed the letter shut. The woman stood up and exited her room, walked the short distance down the hallway and made her way into the living room. There, sitting were she had left it, was a Hogwarts Owl waiting patiently for her return. She spoke in soft soothing tones to the bird as she tied her letter onto its leg, which is held out patiently, and after giving it a treat and receiving a friendly nip in return, the large owl spread its wings and swooped out the open living room window.
She watched the bird get smaller and smaller in the distance, her thoughts floating along with it. The letter had come from the newly appointed Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, asking about his return in the fall. She said that Dumbledore would have wanted it this way, that there was no reason for him not to return, but the woman was still uncertain. She had responded saying that she would speak with him about it, but that it was only early July and that she wanted to wait and see what the summer brought. If things took a turn for the worse, if the war erupted like people whispered it would, he had vowed he would never go back and personally the woman didn't think anyone else should either. This June had already proved that Hogwarts wasn't the safe-haven it was once believed.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair in a nervous gesture that she had become accustomed to over the years. The sound of the Wizarding Wireless playing somewhere in the kitchen caught her attention and she followed the music. Entering the kitchen she was surprised to see that no one was around but busied herself by finishing drying the recently washed dishes and putting them away. Everyone else in the house found doing chores the Muggle way a nuisance but personally she found that it was the best way to clear one's head. She hummed lightly to herself as she placed the white plates with a delicate blue floral pattern into their appropriate cupboard.
She heard a loud cheer from outside and smiled to herself, thinking that boys would be boys. Sometimes it seemed all they did was eat, sleep and breathe Quidditch. The last of the dishes were put away and the woman looked around the now spotless kitchen once again, vaguely hearing a commercial about for new dress robes half-off at Tillman's coming from the radio to her right. She walked towards the radio, shut it off and dimmed the lights before walking quietly out of the room and back into the living room.
She looked around for a minute and, seeing that everything was in order, grabbed up a magazine from the coffee table and reclined onto the comfortable sofa in the center of the room. For how long she sat there she was unsure. The boys were still outside, either playing Quidditch or having given up to go for a swim she didn't know. The position of the sun had changed enough so that the room was no longer experiencing fully sunlight, but the kind of light late afternoon brings on. She silence in the house was calming and the woman felt as though her stretched nerves were just beginning to relax. That's when it happened.
The peaceful calm was broken in the sleepy house by a blood curdling scream of terror that seemed to go on forever. The woman jumped immediately upon hearing the sound, the magazine falling uselessly at her feet. She stood there for a moment completely confused, not knowing where the sound was coming from or whom the sound was coming from. She walked briskly towards the kitchen, thinking the noise seemed louder in that direction and nearly fell over when a young girl with long curly brown hair nearly knocked her over.
"There you are!" The girl said grabbing the woman's hand and dragging her back towards the kitchen. Once inside the woman was able to see the door to the basement was flung wide open and judging by the flickering quality of light in the room the torches were lit down there. The girl ignored the woman's protest to release her hand and dragged her through the kitchen and down the steps what felt like two at a time. "There's no time. He needs to immediately." The girl was saying under her ragged breathe.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and the girl immediately turned left, causing the woman's blood to run cold. Not this way, she thought desperately to herself, knowing what that had to mean. Her heart was now beating at an uncomfortable rate, causing her breathing to become ragged but the girl didn't seem to notice. She kept dragging her down the slightly unleveled corridor, past locked wooden doorways and torches hissing in their brackets as they passed.
Finally the girl came to a stop in front of the final door right at the end of the corridor and released the woman's hand. "He's in there." She said quietly, now turning to look fully at the woman for the first time. The woman felt the young girl's eyes on her but refused to meet them. Of course he was in there, just beyond that door. She could hear his frantic voice and see his shadow pacing in the gap between the bottom of the wooden door and the stone floor. Something was terribly wrong. He never asked for her to come down here unless there was an emergency.
Steadying herself with another deep breath and arraigning her face into a pleasant, neutral expression she entered the room. The second she opened the door he stopped his frantic pacing and looked at her. They're eyes locked and for a moment neither moved. She shut the door quietly behind her and moved forwards towards him. "What is it?" She asked lightly, trying to act as though she wasn't terrified by his mere presence, let alone where he had asked her to meet him.
"Something went wrong today." His voice came out gravelly, and he shoved a hand through his unusually untidy hair. "I need you to fix it." The woman looked uncertainly at him for another moment before nodding.
"Alright." Narcissa Malfoy answered quietly, not breaking eye contact with her husband, "But Draco will be in soon so we must hurry this along." He nodded quickly and grabbed her wrist, drawing her further into the room. There in the back of the room, draped in heavy shadows lay a small bundle of worn robes. Narcissa looked questioningly at her husband before bending down to look at them.
As she grabbed the thin robe in her long fingers she had to fight the urge not to gasp but couldn't help pulling away. Her hand came back with blood all over it. She threw an angry look at her husband before gently searching through the robes until she was able to gently lay the small body onto their back, blood gushing out of a large wound on the back of their head.
Narcissa shook her head angrily and pulled out her wand, muttering a few spells here and there until the bleeding stopped. She then paused, knowing that she shouldn't but not being able to help herself. She whispered a quiet "Lumos" and directed her wand tip over the person's face. Her heart plummeted; feeling like it had literally stopped beating in her chest when her eyes rested on the face. A face she would know anywhere.
"Lucius, what have you done?" She asked quietly, looking up at her husband with true fear in her eyes. Beneath her lay a girl of about sixteen with long auburn hair that fell in delicate waves half way down her back. There was a fair amount of freckles spread across her delicate face. Underneath a small cute nose was a full mouth that rose of its own volition slightly at the corners. There was no mistaking this girl anywhere. Lucius had kidnapped Ginerva Weasley.
Alright, there it is. So what did you think? Please review! Even a one word review is appreciated. You know something like 'good', 'bad'…whatever! Please! If you review I will be encouraged to update!
BabyKat Felton
