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The Betrayer
Chapter three
Dear Harry,
I am sorry I haven't written to you this summer but so much had been happening that I just haven't had time. I hope you and Ron are okay.
Strange things have been happening. Harry and you are the only people I could think to write to.
I think I had better start at the beginning when I came from Hogwarts.
At the end of last year, no one picked me up from the station.
I found out my dad had died and since then I have had to look after my mother and let me just say she has not been taking it well. Harry, I'm so tired all the time. You wouldn't even recognize me at the moment.
But the worst thing though was when I fell asleep earlier this evening. The dream I had was very odd, to say the least.
It started with a knock at the door. I told Rose (my neighbor) not to answer it, however the door unlocked itself and Voldemort floated in with his Death Eaters.
He came to me and put his hands on my shoulders and said he was here for my mum and then she appeared, all robed, calling Voldemort her master.
They then left together and Voldemort called back saying that I can't trust anyone before ordering the Death Eaters to finish me off. Then I woke up.
I'm sure it's just a dream but my mum hardly knows about Voldemort so it doesn't make any sense.
Let me know what you think.
You friend,
Hermione
Harry read through the letter twice and ran a hand through his dark, messy hair. His immediate reaction was to let Dumbledore know. Then he remembered that that wasn't possible anymore.
He was on his own. Hermione's dad was dead; she hadn't even mentioned it before now. He and Ron had started get worried about her when she hadn't written to them. They should have gone to see her.
Trust her to think she could handle everything by herself.
Harry had been staying at The Leaky Cauldron for the past fortnight having planned out his holidays by first staying at the Dursley's, who, of course, had not hidden their glee when Harry had told them that this would be his last visit to Privet Drive.
He had left that house when he had turned seventeen, the place where next to no good memories had ever been formed and gone to where it had all began for him. Godric's Hollow.
Of course at first he had been worried in case the Fidelius charm was still cast on the house and would need to find Pettigrew for directions, which would be next to impossible but to his relief he had found it, as the charm faded if the people involved died. He had needed Hagrid's help though.
Harry remembered how Hagrid had left him alone with his parent's graves.
Harry smiled. He wished he was still there now; that few hours he had spent there seemed to clear the fog in his mind which stopped him from seeing his quest clearly.
He had already decided to search straight away to find the remaining horcruxes as soon as he had met up with Ron and Hermione.
The well looked after marble graves that lay in a clearing close to where they had lived had given him back the strength that he felt he was losing since Dumbledore's death.
He had talked to them imagining what they would say to him were they alive before regretfully leaving, wondering if it would be last time he would come here.
Another thing Harry had decided, was that he was going to return to Hogwarts, McGonagall had insisted that he use the castle to stay in as a sort of base and he'd agreed. He was thankful he would stay in the castle walls again, although he knew it would not be the same as before Dumbledore's death.
Hedwig woke him from his musing with a slight peck on his hand.
"You want to go out, do you?" Harry stroked the bird before standing and opening the window. The owl flew out, leaving Harry alone.
He turned his attentions back to Hermione's letter.
But it was the dream I had…
She had dream about Voldemort! He found that strange, she had never been plagued by those kinds of dream before. That was his job.
He was meeting Ron in Diagon Alley tomorrow. He decided to discuss it with him, then perhaps between them they could decide what to do, although, normally, it was Hermione who came up with the ideas.
Harry was looking forward to seeing the Weasley's again but there was one person he was dreading yet truly desperate to see…Ginny.
Harry had cut short his new romance with Ron's younger sister a few months ago for her own safety and they hadn't spoken since. Yet he wondered how long he could keep it up once they had met again.
Back at the Malfoy manor Draco had yet to leave his room after his argument with his father. Hundreds of times he had asked himself how he had dared disagree. It was not like him.
Yet in his mind he knew he would do it again. There was no way he could do it, he would fail, of course and make a fool of himself while attempting it. The mudblood would never trust him.
The task was damn near impossible.
The Dark Lord had called her a powerful witch, a threat even…here he had never considered it.
Of course she had surprised him in the third year when she slapped him. She was fiery and full of herself. True... but a threat? Besides she was always with Potty and Weasel. How was he even supposed to talk to her?
Draco winced and placed a hand on his face, the remnants of his father's assault still fresh on his skin, his bones still aching from the curse.
A brown owl zoomed past his face making him jump, causing yet more of the pain he had been trying to avoid.
He watched it drop a letter on the wood floor and speed back out, not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.
Draco leaned over and picked it up; he opened the letter and skimmed over its contents.
Students shall need the following books for their final year at Hogwarts.
Becoming the Fearless - A Hand guide to Defense against the Dark Arts - by Julia Hedgeweed.
Standard book of spells grade 7
Perilous potions- an advanced guide to potion brewing by Vector Vialing
Draco frowned. "I'll send Shean to fetch them all tomorrow" He muttered.
Draco wanted to go himself but he would have to look up a concealment charm first or people would notice the cuts and bruises tainting his porcelain skin.
Tap Tap
There was someone at his door.
"Who's there?"
"It's me." Draco recognized his mother's voice. "Your father is out for the day. Come down for a while."
He considered refusing but he figured now would be a good time to get out of these four walls and stretch his legs.
"Aright, I'll come down Mother."
He opened the door and Narcissa was waiting for him. Something immediately struck him as odd.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Her eyes seemed slightly glazed.
"Yes quite alright, don't fuss." Her platinum hair spun as she quickly turned to go down the stairs.
Draco shrugged and followed her.
After ordering Shean to fetch them some food Draco sat at the table, his mother sitting opposite him.
Draco stared at the wall in front of him; images of his head smashing into it entered his mind. Narcissa reached over to touch Draco's face.
"These cuts are awful Draco." She removed her hand when she felt him wince.
Draco scowled "Well, Father did rather a grand job of beating me up didn't you see?"
"He just lost his temper, Draco. You know better than to anger him so." She started picking at the food on her plate she felt Draco's angry glare on her.
"Why are you defending him? You saw what he did?" Why was she defending him? Normally she was the first to accuse him.
She avoided answering him in the typical woman way by changing the subject.
"What was the task the Dark Lord gave you?"
"Yeah, like you don't know."
"No no-one has informed me actually." Narcissa said meekly.
Draco sighed. "I've got to make the mudblood Granger to fall in love with me, making her weak and vulnerable and might I add gullible and then I am to hand her over to the Dark Lord." He recited it monotonously after so many hours of going through it in his mind.
"Is that all?" Narcissa tossed her mane of gold hair away from her plate "Honestly, the fuss you were making I thought it was something much worse."
Draco folded his arms "Mother don't you realize that it's impossible! Me and her- we're enemies. We hardly talk unless I am insulting her-"
"Quite right to." Narcissa interrupted.
"Yes, I know- so you must understand that the tasks are not possible to complete. I'm going to fail."
"Surely you could try some of the old Malfoy charm."
"And my reputation….the Slytherin girls won't come near me again."
"She should be honoured that you're even sparing time for her."
"True…but it won't work."
The two plates of food lay untouched; Shean came over to collect the dishes before being shooed away in disgust by the pair, who then continued their conversation.
"Give it a go. Everyone would be so proud and you would be honored for assisting the Dark Lord in the capture of Potter."
"I can't do it."
Narcissa wanted to tell him to stop being so spineless but she could see she was breaking him through.
"Please try for me. If you fail I'll still be proud."
"Yeah, well maybe but what of father?"
"What about him?"
"He won't be happy if I fail."
"You're not going to fail- but we'll come to that if the problem arises."
Draco nodded. In silent agreement he had accepted the task, he just hoped he was doing the right thing.
"May I go, Mother?"
Narcissa waved her hand. "Yes, go on."
Draco left the room and shut the door behind him. As he walked up the stairs something struck him. He hadn't told his mother that this task had anything to do with Potter. He shrugged. Probably a guess, besides when didn't the Dark Lord's schemes not involve the boy who lived?
Back in the dining room a blonde male threw off the heavy cloak unveiling himself. He rubbed his hands and smirked.
"Nothing like a bit of motherly persuasion is there, my darling?"
Narcissa's pale face stared back at him, her blank eyes reminding him off something.
Lucius walked up to her and removed the Imperius curse before strolled out of the room.
Finally Draco was doing the right thing, so what if he had had to do things he would not normally do. His family carried honor and he would not let one weak link in the chain break hundreds of years of awe and admiration for the Malfoy family.
Hermione lay under her cream and light blue quilt, her body curled in to a ball. She couldn't recall how long she had been lying awake.
Her body absorbing the heat trapped within her sheets.
She was not yet ready to face the new day.
No dreams had plagued her that night. She was thankful for that. Perhaps it had been nothing after all.
Tap tap
"What the-"
Tap tap
Groaning, Hermione lifted her head. A white bird hovered at the other side of the glass requesting entry.
"Hedwig!" Harry had replied fast.
Leaping out of bed she slid open the window to let the snowy owl in. She poured it some water and took the parchment on its leg.
Hermione,
I'm really sorry to hear about your dad, what happened to him?
And why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you.
About your dream I don't really know what to say perhaps it meant some thing but I reckon it could be just a dream as we're all worried about Voldemort.
Let's hope it was just a dream anyway.
I'm meeting Ron in Diagon Alley tomorrow, please try and come so we can talk more. Oh and I finally left the Dursleys earlier this summer.
Dudley's never moved to the door so fast. Amazing how much energy he can gather when he wants to. He's grown even bigger this holiday; they'll have to expand the house to fit him in before long.
I went to Godric's Hollow a few weeks ago as I planned. II'll tell you all about it when you come tomorrow.
Love,
Harry
Hermione leaned back on her bed.
"How am I supposed to go to Diagon Alley? I can't even go shopping without worrying about mum."
And she would need to tell Harry and Ron that she wasn't going back to Hogwarts.
"Hermione dear, are you awake?" Rose's voice sounded up the stairs.
Hermione hadn't realized Rose was still here. "Yes, I'm up." She called back.
"Come down for breakfast then."
She guessed she would have to answer Harry later. Putting the parchment in her drawer she went downstairs.
Helen was sat at the table eating breakfast.
Hermione ran up to her and hugged her. "Mum, you look so much better today. What happened?"
Helen smiled slightly. "Rose and I had a long talk last night and she made me see that this is not the way I should be handling this."
"She did!" Hermione turned to the old lady frying eggs in the kitchen. "Wow."
After breakfast when Helen went to watch the telly Hermione sat Rose down.
"What did you say to her?"
"Nothing major, dear just explained that this was not how Tom would have wanted her to carry on." Rose's eyes bored in to Hermione's.
Hermione shivered "Well, I'm grateful. Rose, could I ask you a favor?"
"Sure go ahead, anything for my little witch."
"Is there any way you could look after mum, keep her company so I can meet my friends and tell them I'm not coming back? It would be better face to face than by letter." Hermione was silently begging for her answer to be positive.
"Well sure but I can think of something even better."
"You can?"
"Go and meet you friends tomorrow and buy your school stuff. I can look after Helen. There's no need for you to miss school. She'll be okay with a bit of care."
Hermione's eyes widened, she'd never thought of that. Rose was good with her mum and she could come back in the holidays and write.
Hermione leapt up and hugged Rose so hard the old woman nearly fell over backwards.
She laughed "I guess that's a yes then. I live right next door I'll stay here for a bit longer and then I'll go back next door and check on her every now and then.
"This is perfect; you're perfect, thank you so much! You don't know how much this means to me!"
She ran over to her mum "You don't mind me going back to school, do you? I'll be back as soon as I can."
"No, go on, Rose here is good company and it was selfish of me to ask you to stay behind."
"Thank you so much" Hermione said and she hugged her mum tight.
Hermione left the room and started locating all of her school things. She really needed to get to Diagon Alley tomorrow she usually had all her new term essentials in the first week.
She banged a hand on her head "Oh no. My homework!" She had completely forgotten. Sitting herself on the floor she started her homework a smile on her face.
Hermione Granger was going back to Hogwarts.
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Next chapter: they trio meet up in Diagon Alley and meet Draco there hopefully in the next chapter they'll all get to school it's taking so long but it's all essential stuff lol
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