Diary of a death eater

OC Story (Dramione involved)

Major plot change from attack on astronomy tower

Warning: Dark plot, dark death eaters, blood, character death (Not major, but lots of peeps might, could possibly die)


Chapter six:

July 15th, 1998

Draco stood in the library as Snape sat still in the arm chair. He didn't want to sit, and it was one of Snape's best scare tactics to force the other to stand awkwardly. Draco was in no mood to play games with his god father. "Severus, must you?" Draco grumbled. Snape rolled his eyes but slid to his feet and crossed the space.

"You look well." Severus offered softly.

"For someone forced to live in a hovel and manage life with muggles, you mean?" Draco's gravel like grumble only brought a smirk to Severus's lips.

"Is that so?" He snickered.

"You look well for a dead man." Draco quipped back and Severus nodded, as he turned and waved his hand to show a love seat across from the lazy boy. Snape sat comfortably on the chair as Draco slipped down onto the love seat, his arms folded in his lap.

"I should be a dead man." Snape added. "The deal was that if you could not kill Dumbledore, that I would do it for you." Draco frowned as he sunk in the seat more and leaned into the back of it. The two looked to each other before Draco broke first and looked to his lap.

"The deal became void when Bellatrix died." Draco sighed, "When she took back the vow. That's when Daphne has told me." Snape's eyes went wide as he caught the storm of eyes that Draco held. The blond ruffled his hair, trying to avoid the contact and question he knew Snape would ask.

"Did she initiate contact?" Snape whispered. Draco nodded slowly as he crossed his left leg over his right thigh. "Stubborn headed girl, she's going to get herself killed." Snape growled as he folded his face into his hands.

"There is more." Draco saw Snape grow rigid. He had tried so hard to keep them safe. Attachments, family, they meant everything to Snape since Lily Potter's death. Draco heard him swear while he was little that he'd never let them get hurt. The children he considered under his wing, his little snakes, if he could afford it, he'd never let their blood be on his hands. "Daphne's been chosen."

Snape's eyes looked through his fingers at Draco. "For what?"

"A replacement Bella…" Draco felt the hurt in his throat before the sound of it came out with his words. Snape was up on his feet, anger filled his steps and there was no stopping him. His hands flung this way and that as he paced.

"She's only 17!" He snapped. Draco flinched as Snape slammed back down in the chair and took harsher and harsher intakes of air. "She's just a child! He'll ruin her! How could he… that… Bastard." Snape's words were terse and breathy as he clenched his hands tighter and tighter.

"What are we going to do?" Draco and Severus jumped in their skin as they saw Hermione slid into the room with fear in her eyes.

"Nothing, we're going to do nothing. For now, Ms. Granger this does not involve you." Snape hissed.

"I'm here to help, please." Hermione was determine as she walked over and slid onto the love seat, Draco moved just an inch to allow her, but forgot to put space between them. A movement that Snape caught and eyed suspiciously as Hermione folded her hands in her lap and cocked a brow towards him. Draco saw the look and cursed his insides and mind as he slipped a little further from Hermione. He would never hear the end of that either.

"Daphne's not going to leave unless we rip her from his arms, or she's sure she's safe if she does. We have to get her an escape route." Snape explained slowly.

"Then… how do you suppose we do that? He'll hunt her down like a dog?" Draco growled.

"We don't, for now…" Hermione whispered before she looked up at the two of them. "It has to be at school. We have to ensure she returns to Hogwarts, he can't touch her there!"

Snape eyed the girl before he sighed. "At the moment, Ms. Granger, your plan is the only one we have to work on."

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Daphne sat at her vanity, a brush in her hand as she inhaled slowly and let it out, the brush through her locks was very soothing. She had her healing text before her, the book opened to the description of one of the most prolific magic surgeries in history. A woman had been splinched almost in half and she still survived to tell her tale. Because of this, she didn't even hear the door open. She had warded it against everyone but Astoria, her, and the one person she would die if she even tried to do so. Daphne opened her eyes and saw him in her mirror. She was desensitized to his figure in her eyes, he no longer made her jump in her skin as she looked to him. Soft smile, she forced her face to react kindly to his visage.

"Good evening, my Lord." She spoke softly as she put her brush down. Unconsciously, she tucked her silk robe against her frame tighter as she turned towards him. But he stepped up behind her, his robes billowed around his ankles as he approached her. Daphne sat still and turned back to the vanity mirror as he slipped the brush up into his hands and smirked down at her reflection.

"It is good, isn't it." He purred in a dark way that sent shivers down her spine. Daphne looked back to her book and flipped the page to a newer case of emergency healer history. "What are you reading pet?" He asked.

"History of Emergency Healing." She confessed gently as she let her eyes trail the page. It was easier to think of the incident before her in the text then the mad man behind her with a hair brush.

"Healing? Seems irregular for a soon to be seventh year." Voldemort chuckled with a darkness that ran down into her core. His ear was by her ear as she looked up into the mirror, his red eyes stared right back at her.

"I've always wanted to be a healer." Daphne added with a soft expression that he grinned at. He pulled back with a soft kiss to her ear lobe. His sudden gentleness was unnerving and she didn't like the options she had. Endure it because he wanted something, or call him out on it and possibly suffer a harsher punishment for not 'enjoying his kindness'. Vile snake.

"Oh really, and what sparked that?" He asked as he stood up and began to brush her hair again. Daphne weighed the pros and cons of telling him, but there was no trouble in confessing it. He didn't even care what she wanted, it was all about the Dark Lord. She was merely his pawn, or so she let him believe. One day, one day she'd murder him and bathe in his blood for the chance to laugh at him in his grave.

"Astoria fell off her broom as a first year. She wasn't supposed to be outside, let alone on a broom, and she defied her rules. I was out on the lawns and saw her fall, she hit her arm pretty badly. I didn't want her to get in trouble, so I fixed her arm myself." Daphne explained. "I fell in love with how the body can heal itself, the way magic feels when it's fixing broken bones and bleeding flesh that day. I was going to apply to St. Mungos next summer for their emergency healer internship." Daphne confessed.

He was silent for a minute as he slipped a ribbon off her vanity and tied her soft locks back with a bow. Not one tug, not one hair out of place as he leaned forward and ran his fingers against her cheeks as if she were a piece of art. Daphne had tried for years to accomplish this look, that she was perfection and even her imperfections were perfect. Now it all felt a waste, a shame, a tragedy.

"How is it, that you've been my loyal pawn for so long." His hands grabbed her wrist and turned her arm to show the tattoo. His long fingers ran down the snake that was engraved in her skin. "And I had no idea you wanted to be a healer?"

Daphne looked to him slowly and felt it, that harsh disgust in her body from a sharp spark in her core. Daphne was attracted to power, it had always been her weakness and had always been the reason she did as she wanted and as she always had before. Right now, he had all the power in the world over her, and it disgusted her so much that she almost felt the need to violently vomit all over his pale skin. But ladies don't projectile vomit on mass murderers, just wasn't socially acceptable.

"My parents believe being a healer is a foolish career for someone of my pedigree." She whispered as he pulled back.

"Well, let's see what all this studying has done for you." Daphne turned abruptly as she watched the dark lord back away.

"I'm sorry, what are you-" But she was cut off as he pointed his own wand at his arm and with an inaudible spell, it was nearly ripped apart. Instincts kicked in seconds and she had her wand in her hand and was crouched beside him on the floor. There was blood everywhere and she actually felt worry. Healing broken arms and small flesh wounds were easy, she could do those wandless. But he basically blew his arms to bits.

"My lord!" She cried out as she latched her right hand around his arm and watched the white glow in her hand as the skin began to crawl back down. Blood sucked back up, muscles began to reattach, skin grew back slowly.

Daphne couldn't believe it, a small smile grew on her face as she watched it. Countless hours of study in the infirmary, months demanding that Pompfrey let her watch over, ask her questions, all the things she hid from others, here before her. They actually were of use, because in moments, despite how drained she felt, his arm was right back where it was.

"You have quite the talent." He laughed darkly and Daphne finally came back to reality. She just saved the man she was determined to kill. "And passed the test."

"Test?" She croaked lightly as Voldemort slid up and cupped her cheeks.

"I feared Draco may have polluted you, but it seems you're more loyal than most. I wouldn't have died from such a superficial wound as that, but you didn't even flinch. You, my pet, are ready for your first mission." Daphne wasn't sure what she wanted to do more, kill herself or him.

"I'm just glad, that My Lord is alright." She nearly had to choke out. That's when he rose and took her with him.

"Poor shame, your robe seems to be stained." She looked down and saw the blood splattered all over her night robe. Curse words were said under her breath as she realized just under the robe were nothing more than stockings and a pair of knickers.

"I will have an elf clean it My Lord." She whispered as she moved to leave from his reach. But his hand was at her shoulder and pulled her back. Her shoulder blades took the brunt force of the wall he pinned her too as he looked down with a false look of worry that was so fake she almost slapped him for it.

"Let me," He chuckled as he turned to the door and waved his wand in the direction of it. Wormtail was there instantly, shivering as Daphne looked over the cloaked shoulder of Voldemort to the rat of a man. "Wormtail, hand wash this, will you." Voldemort turned back to Daphne. The first test was to see if she'd jump to save him, but she could read it clearer now. This was the second test, to see if she'd flinch or try to hide away from him. A good pet didn't mind, a great pet was not afraid to show her master everything. Daphne bit the insides of her cheeks as she looked him dead in the eyes as his fingers undid the satin belt and let the robe fly from her shoulders and into the hands of Wormtail.

He had to be the first male she had been mostly naked in front of, who didn't back down from her stare or break it. He never would, Voldemort didn't loose to anyone, especially the likes of a female. Daphne broke the gaze and looked towards the bathroom of her room. "I ought to shower."

"Why do you deny your needs?" He snickered.

Daphne went deathly still before she slowly broke her frozen body to look at him. "What do you mean, My Lord?" She whispered, her throat tight.

"I know of your attractions. Power, you crave it, you are unforgiving and you refuse to back down. You and I are more alike than you know." Daphne wanted to spit in his face. She was nothing like him.

"Do you think so?" She chuckled lightly as she turned back towards him.

"You wanted this, I could see it in the way you walk, the way you looked at me asked for this." SHE ASKED FOR THIS? He was beyond saving, his mind was broken. He was a disgusting, despicable beast. He thought himself so above others that she would beg for him to torment and push her around just to have a taste of him! He really did think so little of him, and she would shove it back in his face when her time came. As she was taking the life from his eyes she would rub it in his face that he was asking for it with his eyes.

Daphne pushed herself to do something she hoped she'd never have to do. She grabbed him by the robe, his chest up against hers and his lips were against hers with such force she nearly lost all the air in her lungs. His fingers were at her hair and she buried one hand in his robe and the other wrapped around the back of his neck.

Daphne was up in the air, her legs forcibly wrapped around his waste and the kiss was harsh. But it wasn't the worst kiss she'd had. Kissing that hufflepuff boy out of a dare was worse off than this, but atleast then, she could atleast enjoy the reactions. The tastes, the smells and sounds. Here, everything tasted of danger, everything smelt like death, as if she was sealing her fate.

His teeth were softer this time as she bruised her lips against his. Air was gone from her veins as a hand found her chest. Her nipples reacted as nipples always did to stimuli, and she was actually thankful, for he took it as a good sign. Muscles moved against his, she ground her hips naturally against his with their kiss and she could feel his. The way his mandible moved with their kiss, how his sternocleidomastoid tensed with her touch and how firm his clavicle was against her palm as she broke the kiss. Lips trailed down her throat and she was able to look up towards the ceiling. A gasp broke through her as his kisses pressed her harder into the wall and his teeth found a weak spot in her throat.

This, this right here was exactly why she had to get Astoria out of here. She wouldn't be able to react, to initiate it. If she could start it, she had a better chance of controlling it, if she could control his lust, his desire for her, she could survive and choose better how things played out. It was now just a game of survival till she was out of reach. School. She just had to get to school.

Daphne panted lightly as his mouth sucked on her nipples and she clawed his arms lightly. Her perfected nails left light cat scratches against his arm, a grow of his brought vibrations through her sternum and into her gut. So he liked being clawed, she smirked as she brought his mouth back to hers and she ran her nails down his back. His hips bucked against hers and she inhaled sharply in reaction to it. One last test, she let her hands slip to his torso and slowly, painfully slow, she rain her nails above the cloth down his chest. His right hand buried itself in her hair and tugged and he killed any space between them quickly, his hips harsher up against her this time.

Looks like even Dark Lords had weakness's. Daphne let him break the kiss and he even dropped her more gracefully this time. She watched him as he turned and left with not a word said. As the door shut, she allowed her lips to curl up in a victorious smirk. He was just as bad as any boy she had manipulated before, she just had to find the right triggers. Besides, like mother said, a well fucked man was a mind fucked man.