Hi every one I'm earth89. This is my first fan fic, I hope you all like it, hopefuly this will a good one. I apologise a head of time for any miss spelled words, I am dislexic so spell check doesn't work. I'm in the prosses of looking for a beata reader to solve this problem. Like all writers I hope that you guys will read and reviwe.
Of course the cheriters in this story are not mine, the are all JK Rowling's, I simply came up with the plot for this story. well now for chapter 1
Thanks to xCailinNollaigx for reading threw this mess of a story.
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Chapter 1 The Death of A Malfoy
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Hermione followed Ron and Harry, as they entered Grimmauld place bringing out the cup of Hufflepuff for everyone to see.
"We found it," Ron said in a somber tone, "Now we only need to find one more." The summer had been incredibly busy for the golden trio. As soon as Dumbledore's funeral was finished they began the search for the horcruxes. They had already found and destroyed the locket of slytherin which Harry managed obtain after kindly requesting it from the old house elf, Kreacher. They discovered the hair piece of Ravenclaw in the room of requirement after having a conversation with the Gray lady.
"My Lord Hermione, what has happened to you?" Mrs. Weasley gasped at the sight of her. "Quick dear, come into the kitchen. We need to have you checked out." Hermione looked down at herself, still very shocked at the events that occured as they searched for the horcruxes, did not realize that her hands and the entire front of her sweater were covered in blood. She let out a slight whimper as she tried to hold back tears.
"No Mrs. Weasley," Harry said quietly "Let her go up to her room and get cleaned up."
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2 hours earlier
"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed while walking into the study. "What the hell do you think you are doing reading a dark arts book? You said you were on our side." She snatched a book called Dark enchantments of the Ancient world, from his hands and hit him on the head with it.
"I am on your side, you stupid twit." Draco Malfoy had been living in Grimmauld place with the rest of the order ever since the end of his trial two weeks ago. He claimed that the dark lord had ruined his life and he wanted to accept the offer of a safe place that Dumbledore gave him just before he was killed. To further his case he even gave a long and very genuine sounding apology where he asked for forgiveness for everything. From calling Hermione a mudboold 157 times to accepting his mission from Voldimort. He confessed that that was the worst mistake of his life, but because of his upbringing he didn't realize his horrible mistake until it was too late. This move was a good one; it did soften the hearts of many of the wizigmont members but was still not enough to clear him from a sentence to Azkaban. For a short time Malfoy was removed from the room. During this period Harry proposed that Malfoy not be sent to Azkaban. Malfoy had valuable information that could be used to defeat Voldimort, and if he was in Azkaban they would not get said information. In the end, he was cleared of all charges, and allowed to live under the watch full eye of the order.
Draco walked up to Hermione just as she was about to throw the book into the fire. "Just because I'm on the light side, doesn't mean I can't know about this stuff." He argued sitting back down "the Dark arts is largely a trim used for ancient magic that is not understood very well. Sure, some of it may be unpleasant, but it is a part of magic that we should know. Especially if we are fighting against people that use it." Draco readjusted himself in his chair, and opened the book back up to that page he was reading.
"That is exactly what I would expect a death eater to say," she said huffily as she began to walk out of the room.
"SHUT the Hell up!" Draco shouted at her. She had been making snarky little comments about his loyalties ever since he had gotten there. "What on earth is wrong with you, you stupid muggle What will it take to show you people that I am on your side? It has been proven that I didn't kill Dumbledore, nor did I want to. I have been cleared by the ministry. Now thanks to my side switch I'm likely to be number two on Voldimorts list of people to kill. So tell me how the bloddy hell I am not on your side." standing at his full height, and stepping forwards in a menacing way.
"That's a lie; you only switched sides because it was convenient for you. So you were too scared to kill Dumbledore. You may have everyone fooled, but I know you only came to us because Voldemort was going to kill you anyway." Hermione hissed at him. She, too, stepped forwards, not at all scared of Draco's frightening appearence.
"Not everyone can be as perfect as you Granger." he stated sarcastically while glaring daggers at her, his face beginning to turn pink with anger. "But just so I might know," he paused tilting his head to the side. "tell me what I can do to prove my dedication to this cause."
"There is nothing short of you dying for us that will make me believe you." She stated ferociously. Draco paled, but continued to glare at her. His jaw clenched and his fists balled up at his sides.
"Get out," he replied quietly, his attempts to conceal his anger just barely working. "Get out before I do something we will all regret."
"Whatever, do what you like. Just remember if you lead us wrong I will be sure that you are handed over to Voldemort himself." At these words Malfoy's smouldering glare intensified and the lamp on the end table began to flicker. Neither one was ready to back down from the glaring contest, but Hermione, being closest to the door, turned and left. Walking down stairs to the Kitchen, she was greeted by Mrs. Weasley shoving a cup of tea into her hand.
"Would you like anything to eat, dear?"
"No, thanks Mrs. Weasley. Did that package I requested from Fred and George's shop arrive?" Mrs. Weasley nodded and a placed a package with a large W on the front onto the counter. Hermione picked it up and opened it on the table while sipping her tea. Inside were four chameleon camouflage rings, and a Weasley Wheezes magical mishap healer's kit, especially made for her Ron, and Harry when they were on their missions.
"We're ready to go." Harry said as he and Ron walked into the room.
"Where's Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"In the study. He said we should leave at 11:30 so he should be down soon." Hermione answered. Finishing her tea, she took out her wand and shrunk the healers kit so she could place it in her pocket. A few short minutes later Draco came into the kitchen to join them.
"You all ready to go?" He asked. They all nodded in response.
"How are we getting there, and then what's our plan to get the cup?" Ron asked
"All the Fireplaces in the manor are guarded. We will have to apparate just outside of the grounds and use the house elf entrance, and then work out a way up to my father's office." Draco replied in a flat tone, "Now let's go, the house is usually empty at this time, but it won't be for long." With a nod everyone got up and walked to the entrance of grimmauld place and out onto the front doorstep. "Grab onto my cloak," Draco said, facing the building across the street. Seconds later, Hermione experienced the tight squeezing sensation that was side long apparition. Moments later, they appeared in the middle of a forest.
"Which way, Malfoy?" Harry asked. Looking up at the sky to get his bearings, Draco replied,
"East," Assuring they would not attract extra attention, the teens did not light their wands and instead trudged through the dark forest. A few minutes later Draco threw out his arms to stop them.
"Why have we stopped?" Hermione demanded to know.
"Remember that book I was reading Granger," Draco started smartly. "There is a spell in it I needed to know in order to get to the grounds. Unless we use the front gate, it is the only way into or out of the property." With this said, the young Malfoy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen knife which he used to draw blood from his hand. He raised his hand into the air in front of him, and it appeared to ripple in a sure singnal of the magical ward surrounding the Malfoy property. "Permissum Mihi Obduco" he spoke clearly, and the watery looking wall opened slightly, and they ran through before it closed behind them. Continuing east, they finally made it out of the forest and were greeted by the sight of a gigantic house. Following Draco to the house elf entrance, Hermione stopped everyone just as they were about to go inside.
"Everyone take one of these." She said pulling the camouflage rings out of her pocket. "They will turn you invisible when you twist the stone on it to the right, but use it wisely; it only lasts for an hour." The boys nodded, and activated their rings as they crouched threw the tiny door, and crawled into the kitchen. Inside were two house elves who were busily cleaning things. Quietly, the four walked through the kitchen, and breathed a sigh of relief when they made it out the door and into the foyer.
"Those work brilliantly," Ron said as they all turned their rings off. "So, Malfoy, where do we go from here?"
"Fathers office is on the third floor, in the library."
"Ron, can you stand watch and warn us if any one comes in the house?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, of course." He answered, turning on his ring and disappearing in to the wall.
"Just tap the stone on the ring if you see anyone." Harry and Hermione began to follow Draco up a great marble staircase. Hermione looked at the dark halls and the objects that filled them and couldn't help but feel like she was locked in a museum after closing.
"We should set up another watch." Draco recommended as they reached the third floor.
"Who should do it then?"
"Well, no offence to you Potter, but I have to go and get the horcruxes. I'm the only one who knows where it is, and I would rather have Grangers large brain nearby, in case something unexpected turns up,"
"Sounds reasonable." He agreed. "Two taps on the ring for a warning then?" Harry asked Hermione as he activaedthe ring and seemed to disappear
"Yeah."Leaving Harry to guard the staircase on the third floor, Hermione and Draco continued down the hall until they reached two very large doors. Reaching for one of the brass handles, he opened the door; the soft creek of the hinges echoing loudly through the momentarily empty house. Hermione gasped "is... is it?"
"No, it's not larger than the Hogwarts library," he answered in a stiff voice. Walking to the right, they followed long rows of bookshelves until they reached the northwestern wall of the library. Reaching the door that lead to his father office, Draco knelt down and pulled one of the Weasley twins newest products, the extendable eye out of his pocket. Slipping it under the door to check if anyone was there, he deemed it safe, and straightened himself up and turned the brass knob. The heavy wooden door opened with a loud creek that echoed through the empty home. Lucius' office was a decent sized room; there was a large ebony desk by the back wall, all the rest of the walls in the room where covered, or surrounded, in shelves and cabinets that held all kinds of dark and dangerous artefacts. "Don't touch that," Draco said to Hermione as she was about to pick up a golden chalice. "It's not in here" he continued.
"But I thought that you said it was in your fathers office." She said, giving him a confused look.
"Only in a manner of speaking." He responded as he pulled away the green and silver rug in the middle of the room. He inserted the tip of his wand into a knot hole in the floor, while twisting it like a key he said "expositus". The spell was followed by the sound of a clicking lock, and lines of bright light moving on the floor to form a door. "Stay here and keep an eye out." Draco said as he opened the door and began to climb in it. "I will call you if I need you. And don't touch anything," he said after a short pause "my father has quite a collection of things that will kill muggle-borns on contact." With that said, he disappeared into the darkness below. Hermione was left alone in the office, carefully examining a few of the things on the shelves without touching them. Everything was quiet except for the ticking of a clock and the occasional muffled sound from the door below. Suddenly, Hermione jumped as Draco emerged from the door, closing it with a snap. "Here," he said, panting. As he handed Hermione a golden cup, she noticed that his hand was bleeding. "Put it in your bag," he continued, "make sure you keep it safe," after putting the rug back in its place, Draco sat himself on the floor.
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, slightly alarmedas he appeared pale and exhausted.
"Yeah… just give me a minute." He panted, looking up at her. "Those wards are some pretty dark magic. Took a lot out of me." Allowing him to rest, Hermione placed the cup in the bag she had with her.
"Here drink this," she said, pulling a vile of clear purple liquid out of the first aid kit.
"What is it?" he asked suspiciously, taking it from her.
"It's a mild energy potion; it should restore you enough so that you can get back to the house and sleep." Opening the bottle, he quickly downed it and after a few more moments on the floor he stood.
"Let's go; the house is never empty for very long," with that said, the two quickly left, making their way back through the library.
"That was faster than I thought it would be." Harry said, reappearing at his spot on the stairs.
"How long have we been here?" Hermione asked.
"Just about 35 minutes. I must say, I wasn't so sure about this, but good job, Malfoy." Harry smiled, clapping Draco on the back. Continuing down the stairs everything remained quiet until the three of them felt a tap on their rings just as they were about to reach the kitchen door. Harry and Hermione disappeared as the front door of the manor opened completely revealing Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and 5 other death eaters. "Turn on your ring," Harry hissed.
"I can't," Draco whispered frantically back, the blood from his cut hand making his fingers slippery.
"Oh look," Bellatrix cackled "little Draco has come home. Was the good side too good for you? Or, maybe not, I think I just saw some friends with him." Draco and the Golden trio suddenly made a run for it, and were already halfway out the way they came when the Death Eaters rushed after them. By the time the young order members had reached the forest, the Death Eaters were a mere 15 yards behind them."
"Protego!!!" Draco shouted, casting the spell with all his might, not only blocking some of the spells being cast at the others, but also creating atemporary barrier.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing?" Hermione screeched when she noticed he stayed behind while the other three continued to run deeper into the woods.
"What do you think?" He said, turning to her and walking forward a few steps. "I'm trying to buy you three time to get away."
"We wouldn't need you to buy us time if you would pick up your pace." Ron shouted at him.
"Yes you do, right Potter?" He yelled back, while looking at Harry for help. "Just go, I'll fight them off while you get away."
"No, we can't leave you behind. The order needs you, we need you."
"Granger, I'm done!" He yelled in frustration. "I have served my purpose in life, I am not as important as you three. My blood is on the cup so you can use that to leave. But if you're still too stupid to leave, hide until they are done with me, but they must not get the cup back."
"But..."
"Go!" he screamed, and just as he said those words the protego shield broke down, and in a strangely effective way of immobilizing someone, his aunt used the bombarda maxima spell to send him flying into a large tree 15 feet away. Hermione was about to run and help him, but Harry pulled on her arm and forced her to climbed a large oak tree nearby. Once they were securely hidden among the dark leaves they where able to focus on the sene below them.
" Oh no ickle dracy kins is all alone," Belatrix laughed as the death eaters formed a circle around Draco, who was sitting up against the tree he was thrown into "They abandoned you the first chance they got."
"No," Draco spat at her. "I had to force them to leave me, I was slowing them down. Not that you would try and help me if we were in the same predicament. You would leave me in a ditch the first chance you got wouldn't you, you unhinged, lizard loving inbreed bitch." He finished his comment with a wide smirk on his mouth, which was quickly removed with a kick to the face from his aunt. "Oh fuck Bella," he whined as he rubbed his jaw gingerly, "you broke my back and now you've gone and broken my jaw too."
"How dare you speak ill of me and your Noble family... Thank the Dark Lord you are supposed to die a slow and painful death, as penance for you disgraceful actions." Bellatrix readied herself to deliver another blow as Draco smiled up at her, exposing his reddened teeth.
"How Noble of you my dear aunt, how Noble of you all. First you cripple your pray and then you kill it. Killing the helpless is something I'm sure your disgusting snake faced half-blood master would be proud of."
"What the hell does he think he is doing?" Ron said looking away as the death eaters began to beat Draco to a pulp.
"He is trying to buy us time." Harry responded. The three of them cringed as they heard a crunching noise, when someones boot connected with Draco's rib cage. "That or he is hoping to get them all so worked up they forget about us."
"Why whont they just use magic?" Ron asked next
"Most likely they whant him to suffer more."
"Shouldn't we be helping him?" Hermione asked in a worried tone. Harry thought about it, and he really did want to help Draco, who surprisingly didn't make a sound as he was being abused. However they could not afford to get captured.
"We should stay here like he asked." He finally answered. Suddenly the strangled sound of laughter erupted somewhere among the dark figures.
"You are all so warped." Draco spat blood at the nearest death eater, chuckling like he was telling jokes to his friends. Spitting again, he continued, "His mother was a desperate blood traitor, and his father a sodding muggle. Its rather funny how you lot preach about blood purity, and then worship--"
"Crucio," someone shouted, making Draco scream, and interrupting his own insult.
" Enough," Lucius commanded after a few moments, walking up to his son he pulled him up so that he was at eye level " The dark lord does not want you dead, Draco." He said softly so no one but his son could hear. "He wants you to spy on the order for us. We are supposed to use any means to convince you. Please," he continued, starting to beg his son. "Come back to the house with us so we can heal your injuries before it's too late." Draco fixed his father with a blank stare, and spitting more blood out of his mouth so he could speak, he said,
"Kill me quickly father for despite the mark on my arm I will never be on your side." Deciding the death truly would be the most merciful thing he could do for his sonevin if it had to be a slow one. he pulled a dagger from his robes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he plunged it into the side of Draco's chest at an upwards angle, Draco let out a sharp painful gasp. "I didn't want things to end this way for you." Lucius finished as he pulled the blade out and left Draco to fall in a bloody heap. "Come let's find the others that he was with." When the death eaters were gone the trio raised out of the tree towards Draco. Hermione was first to his side.
"Be gentle with me," he whined quietly as Hermione striped off his shirt to better assess his injuries. Draco was barely able to talk with the incredible difficulty he had breathing, which Hermione knew from a summer healing class she once took, meant that he had a collapsed lung from the stab wound his father gave him. His mouth and nose were bleeding as well as a large cut on his head, that was turning all his hair red. There were large burses blooming all over his torso, and his badly broken ribs left a dent in his side. There were also 2 additional stab wounds that they hadn't seen before, one in his stomach, one his arm, both bleeding profusely.
"We'll let you rest before we continue." Ron said in a shaky voice.
"Not, happening," Draco gasped, struggling to take in air.
"Why not?"
"You should be back there already," Draco sounded very disappointed. Ron looked to Harry and Hermione to see what they thought.
"We'll get you back fast enough, and Madam Pompfrey is there so she can fix you,"
"Yeah Draco, you'll be fine." Hermione continued, the two of them desperately trying not to face what was coming. "I have things to stop the bleeding, and with a blood and energy replenishing potion, you'll be fine until we get back," She said taking the shaking boy into her arms, in an attempt to comfort him.
"No," he whispered resting his head on her shoulder. "Too far gone, every things feels cold." Hermione held him closer despite the warmth she felt seeping into her clothes."Potter." He whispered almost too quiet to hear. "Don't bring me back. They will get you if you drag me along," there was a long pause as Draco seemed to gather his strength. "And when the War is done and… they're writing books... can you tell them I helped?" Harry felt horrible. Taking someones last request was something he didn't want to do. It scared him knowing that someone his age was laying there dying and making a promise would make his death more real.
"Yeah, Malfoy, I can do that." Harry finally said, but there was no response. Draco hadn't moved from his position in Hermione's arms, but his eyes were closed, and the sound of his laboured breathing was gone.
"He's dead." Hermione stated after checking his vitals and finding nothing. Carefully laying the body on the ground, she began to cast scourgify spells until it was clean.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked after Hermione cast a spell that momentarily left a golden sheen on Draco's body.
"I'm making sure he stays whole until we can come back and give him a proper burial." After a disillusionment charm was cast, the three left, slipping stealthily past the Death Eaters and making it back to Grimmauld place.
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Harry and Ron explained what had happened to all who would listen while Hermione when up stairs. She entered the bathroom and stepped into a cold shower without removing her clothes. For what felt like ages she just stood there, watching the red water flow down the drain. When she was finished she went to her room. Tossing aside her wet clothes, she changed for the night, and crawled into bed falling into an uneasy sleep filled with dreams of dark figures, and a young blond.