Well here are a few more chapters after a long hiatus. Enjoy and please read and leave reviews. Also none of the characters are mine.
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An hour passed after Draco signed all of his fortune over to Harry. He felt numb inside and only faintly pondered what fate lay before him. Harry was still in the room looking out the window admiring the view. Malfoy manor was one of the few that still had natural views instead of magicked ones.
Harry looked out the window with a serious face and at times shifted his eyes in question.
"You'll die eventually by his hands." Draco decided to make attempts at conversation. Perhaps he can reach Harry if Voldemort wasn't in the same room.
"If I disobey him."
"What did he do to you?"
"Nothing." He still looked outside pondering something.
"You seem troubled. Questioning things?"
No answer.
"That's right Potter, ignore everything around you. You're the golden boy, the savior of the world. Dumbledore must have sawdust in his head to think you could do anything to save the world. Now you're just another pawn in the Dark Lord's plans."
That got Harry attention. "If I recall correctly you were trying to get up the Dark Lord's ass and be his right hand man at one point. Not so easy now that you can't hide behind your father and now your fortune."
That smack woke Draco up from his daze. "I was a spoiled, sheltered prat who was raised on lies, taught that he world was mine simply because I was rich. Everything it seems, that the Dark Lord despises. I am not him anymore. I lost more than my parents and fortune. That was bound to go at any rate. But what of you Potter? Golden boy and trio are gone and everyone will want to kill you for betraying the image was portrayed as you. They, the public who loved you for years will kill you."
Harry went up and shoved Draco against the wall. "The public NEVER cared about me. NEVER. I was thrown in a house where I was beat and detested just because of my heritage. Dumbledore knew all about it and did NOTHING! Everyone turned on me time and time again. All Voldemort did to me is try to kill me. Only because he thought I was going to kill HIM! The public saw me as their savior. I was a child when I entered this world and knew nothing about it, my heritage, how my parents really died or even why I was so famous. Interesting there was no one that could have raised me. NOT ONE FAMILY?!"
Draco stood back up again. "You think you're the only one raised for a purpose. A lamb to the slaughter. Here's my life. I grew up seeing death from the age of five. I grew up with creatures in the house that could eat me and I was scolded if I cried or showed any real emotion. When I was seven years old I saw one of my uncles torture a house elf for two hours and then set it on fire. It survived. All that it did wrong was spill some water on his shoes. I was forced to watch the whole thing. My mother ordered the poor thing to clean up its own blood and the scorch marks from the floor.
"But let's continue shall we? I was told stories of the good old days by family Death Eaters who seemed to relish in stories of torture, gore and rape. Everyone worshiped the Dark Lord. Any doubt to his glory was squashed with a few rounds of crucio. I know for I questioned a relative one time. I never questioned out loud again. All my friends came from people like this and they reported everything to their parents for they were rewarded if they pointed a blood traitor.
"I was told, not asked Potter, that I was going to serve the Dark Lord. That I was alive to serve him in his grand purpose to rid the world of the mudbloods and blood traitors.
"When I entered Hogwarts I was proud to be a pure blood wizard. As I was going to do something good and noble with my life. That's the thing about being a child. Lies are very hard to see when you are living in the middle of one."
Draco walked passed Harry to the papers on the table. "You had friends that knew the difference. They stood beside you through it all. Forget Hermione. She's dark now."
Harry turned back to the window. He was very sheltered despite everything. No matter how bad things got at his muggle relatives house there was always an end in sight. He was protected with those around him that loved him. "What will you do now?"
"Survive the best I can. Not much choice in the matter. Whether you believe it or not, you are in the same position as me. The only difference is that I know I have no choice."
They looked at each other for a moment then went back to their original spots and temperaments before they spoke.
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Hermione looked in the mirror in her new dress. She pondered how she felt in it. There was little emotion there. The only thing that she felt was frustration in not having any feelings with things. Her magic was suffering due to it. No emotion, little magic.
The journal she was asked to write in for therapy for her condition lay on the bed. Everyday, notes expertly writen lay within the pages. The threads that connected her to her two keepers were present. How she wanted to pull on them to simply feel something, use magic again like a the witch she knows she is.
Closing her eyes she pulls on the threads absorbing the power with them. Emotion fills her once again. Voldemort seems happy with something while Snape was worried. Happy, yes that was a good choice. She pulled that direction and started laughing. It felt so good to laugh, so very good.
The journal filled her with the opposite of happy. "I want you gone! You are no longer needed." She took her wand and blasted it to bits taking part of the bed with it. She pulled on him further and began to look for things to alter, move, break, shake and tear apart with her wand. The worry filled her from Snape and she began to repair much of what she tore asunder.
She pulled a little from each and found herself calm down by then she was too exhausted to do anything and fell to the floor in a heap of dress hair and torn journal pages on the floor.
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He was rather happy with the turn of events. Very happy indeed. Harry was his and a rather useful fortune was his to command. Things were working in his favor. Suddenly something pulled on him. It was very faint at first yet noticeable. He searched back and found Hermione pulling on the connection they held.
She was ecstatic and full of energy. He began to feel a little drained. Nothing substantial but still noticeable. Then there was balance and then nothing. He had to investigate this. He was not a man that liked not knowing things. First there were a few things he had to attend to before investigating his pet's incident.
He made his way back to Malfoy manor where he found Harry and Draco in the same room he left them. Harry turned and nodded in a respectful manner ready to serve, though not sure why. Draco on the other hand stood slowly and awaited for the worst to come but with defeated boredom.
"What will my lord do to me? You have everything you can get from me."
Voldemort looked at the young man and walked up and circled him. "Not everything. Though Harry may sign for everything of yours it would look suspicious if he went to your vaults. Trolls are very protective of their vaults and of other peoples money that lay within." He pulled out two vials of putrid green. "I am sure you know what this is Harry." He handed the vial to Harry, who then pulled out some of his hair and placed it into the vial then handed it back.
Draco understood instantly what he was expected of him with the other vial. Voldemort handed him the second vial daring him with a smirk to do anything rash. Draco took the vial placed one of his hairs in it and handed it back.
"Did you honestly think that I was going to let Harry be seen walking around happy to be my servant? That would be rather suspicious. You will be the one to suffer Potter's fate at my hands."
The pale colour of his face turned green understanding what was going to take place. If he ever made it out alive and sane he was going to make sure that every Death Eater that supported this lunatic would suffer. His parents be dammed in the deepest reaches of muggle hell.
Harry looked down, full of guilt. "Ma...Sir, perhaps instead of torture. Have him placed back at Hogwarts as a student. He'll be under your watch and anyone that works for him you'll know who the traitors are."
The elder wizard looked at Harry for a long moment. "Interesting idea Harry. Don't think I don't know your suggestion wasn't based on your sense of guilt. Yet the idea of finding some of your supporters within Hogwarts would be rather advantageous." Voldemort turned and left the room.
"That was rather stupid Potter. But, thank-you. I may have a better chance to get out of this."
"I don't want another person dragged under because of me."
Draco noticed the anger that was in Harry's voice and spoke to investigate further. "Voldemort murdered your parents and you don't seem to care!"
Harry wanted to speak, shout, something but he was stopped out of confusion. "I...he... I don't know why the bastard killed my parents. We spoke about this before."
"You reasoned it out earlier. Now you can't. What gives Potter?"
His thoughts bothered him for he was wondering why he was supporting Voldemort. A fog was lifting from his mind. "What is happening to me?" The fog lifted and he began to remember the red vial that he drank not too long ago. "The vial, he made me drink a vial. I remember it now."
"Is this a joke?"
"No, I was forced to drink this red potion that Hermione had made. It wore off it seems. He can't find out, not yet. As long as he thinks I am loyal I have some freedom to get out of here and to get a message out to the Order."
Draco caught on and understood. "Can you at least explain to me what this potion does to you?"
"I forget that I drank it, I become loyal to him. But not so loyal as to think that he's my Master. I am compelled to defend his actions, support him. It feels good to do so. Then it just lifted like a fog around me. I'm sorry I..."
"Save it. I know. Now let's work something out to get us out of this."
Before either of them could do anything in way of plans two Death Eaters entered and pulled Draco out of the room. Harry was instructed to head to his rooms and continue his studies. All Harry could hope for was that he could put up a good act to convince a mad man that he was loyal to him.
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Voldemort went to his room to inquire upon Hermione. He found her laying on the floor with her journal in pieces around her. He had to admit the sight was rather erotic, especially with the dress she was wearing. Power filled the room, permeating everything in it. He picked her up and placed her on the bed hoping to ravish her, perhaps getting her temper into play. It always makes things interesting.
He caressed her breasts through the rich fabric of the dress, doing all he can not to tear it off of her. He growled as he captured her lips. Her eyes opened and pushed him away for a moment then pulled him in a kiss to match his. She reached up to unfasten his robes but was stopped as he pinned her to the bed.
"I found you on the floor in a rather ruffled state. It takes quite a bit of magic to permeate the room with it. What have you been up to?"
A glint was in her eyes. "Testing things."
Oh, he detested secrets. "Tell me or I'll force you."
"Force me, it's more fun that way."
Voldemort pulled away form her not liking the sound of her voice. It wasn't her nor him speaking. He took out his wand and pointed it at her. "What have you been doing?"
The link between them strengthened and she took on some of his traits. "Testing the link. I like pulling on you despite what Dumbledore says. I really like the power I feel."
"It's not yours to take. There are consequences to that form of magic."
He looked at the bed and noticed there was blood on the sheets and a few small drips fell to the floor. "I see. You are closest to your power at this time. For now we will have to remedy that until you learn your place."
Before she could react she was hit with a stunning spell and fell to the floor in a heap once again. He remembered hearing that some witches are closer to their core power while menstruating. She's able to pull on the link with ease and drain him and Snape. That was a weakness he could not afford to have. Her intelligence prevented him from erasing this from her memory. The link complicated things as well.
He placed her on the bed once again and called for Snape. He was in the room within minutes. "How may I help you my Lord?"
"She's menstruating and has found a way to pull on the link to our detriment. She must be sedated for the week. Mark the dates so preparations can be made for the following month."
Snape raised an eyebrow. So she was one of them. He heard stories of witches gaining extra power during their monthlies. If it was true witches always kept it secret and for good reason. "Yes, Milord."
"I don't care how she's drugged. That will no doubt be a pleasant task. She's too clever for her own good."
For your good, you mean. Snape guarded his thoughts. He knew that this new turn of events would greatly impact how things would be from now on. "I have a small supply of sleeping draughs but something stronger will have to be prepared. What will be done if she wakes up? I wouldn't want to be around her with you in the room."
Voldemort nodded. Hermione drew from him first and then Snape. He hoped that she only lasted three or four days. A full week will be too much.
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