Chapter 10 – Revenge the Malfoy Way[My Way by Sid Vicious]
Early the next morning Draco drank the required potion. Using another shard, he contacted his world to find Scorpius waiting for his call. "Hello Scorpius, since I don't have long, is everything still a go?"
"Yes, mum said today at noon," he replied.
"I'll be ready. I love you all." The image of Scorpius' sad face faded. Draco surmised that his counterpart had used the voice on him, making his son dispondent. Don't worry Scorpius; Father will take care of everything.
Behind him, Draco heard soft weeping from Hermione. "Please don't think too badly of me but I had to ensure that Draco wouldn't try to find me when I left. I was pregnant with his child. I took a lover so he wouldn't want me anymore. If he found out about the baby after I left, he would think it wasn't his."
"Where's the child?"
"With my parents," she replied. "I had him in a Muggle hospital but I died soon after. I named him Sebastian."
Now that Draco knew a child was involved, he needed to augment his plans for revenge. In the basement and few of the other rooms of the manor, he searched for some relics and books, finding exactly what he needed. Afterwards, he wrote a note to Sebastian and then a will.
Dear Sebastian,
Please read the books inside this box. After you do, you will understand things much better. Your mother loved you. Your father never knew you existed and it is far better for you that he didn't. Do not blame yourself for these events. Your parents' portraits are at Papo's Orphanage. If you contact them, I hope they will comfort you but if they don't, turn to your Muggle grandparents or others who genuinely care. In a way, I'm your father but from another world: a world that you can contact once you learn to cast an interdimensional spell.
In the meantime, I want to give you some advice that will, hopefully, get you through some of your years on your way to adulthood. First, avoid all substance abuse. It will only make things worse. If today is the worst day of your life, tomorrow can only get better. Second, use the advantages you have to better yourself. Do not waste your time blaming everyone for the things you don't have. Third, be proud to be a Malfoy.
I've set aside enough money for your education and expenses that will be available to you during your growing years. Once you graduate, funds will be disbursed to you yearly with maturation on your 25th birthday.
When you're older, I hope you will contact me.
Your pseudo father from another world who cares,
Draco Malfoy
In the box, he packed a few of the mirror shards that he wouldn't need, the book of Malfoy traditions and history, a book on veelas and a book on transdimensional spells. "Dobby!" Instantly, Dobby arrived. "Please give this to Sebastian Granger on his eleventh birthday." Then he handed him the will. "Give this to the Ministry's legal department."
Knowing what this Hermione did for her child, he wanted to give her a gift for helping him. On a hunch, he looked through the songs his counterpart penned and found exactly what he expected to. Then he brought Hermione's portrait to the ballroom. He threw a gold and silver knot necklace into the portrait. "Put that on."
Once she did, she stepped out of the portrait. "I'm real once more."
"For only ten minutes," he replied. He handed her some of the lyrics that she quickly glanced over. "What do you see?"
"Beautiful poetry filled with love," she answered.
He held up some lyrics to the light penned after she died and pointed to the clearer droplets on the paper. "Tears, he loved you in the only way he knew how. Before he even met you, he started on a twisted path. At least take comfort in that." Her teary eyes reflected remorse with happiness, knowing his counterpart truly loved her. As he opened the music box, the room filled with majestic light while a waltz played. "This is my thank you for helping me. Would you do me the honor?"
"I would love to." Together they danced. "Are you pretending I'm her?"
"No, but you're going to pretend I'm him before the addiction."
"Then hold me closer, no need to be so formal." Per her request, he held her closer. "For the first few years I was with him, he was so charming. He called me his muse. I'm sorry your family had to deal with the vile, twisted monster he became."
Several times, he twirled and dipped her showing his moves. My Hermione always complained about my public formality but eventually accepted it. This little trick with the ballroom came in so handy when she was pregnant and I wouldn't allow her to go into smoke filled nighclubs.
"You have that dreamy look in your eyes. You're thinking of her, aren't you?" Sheepishly, he nodded. "Would you kiss me, like you kiss her?"
Though she wasn't his Hermione as he gazed into her eyes, she was still Hermione. For what she did for her child and the help she gave him, he couldn't deny her. Gently he pulled her against him and tilted her head back. As he caressed the softness of her cheek, brushing a couple of tears aside, he lightly brushed his lips against hers. Pretending she was his Crisalide, his kiss intensified until she faded back into her portrait. "Thank you," she whispered. "He used to kiss me that way. Now I know how much he loved me."
When he heard her crying, he felt like he had a brick in his throat and had to walk away. Even though she wasn't his, her tears killed him. Once he regained his composure, he grabbed a pouch filled with gold coins and put her portrait into a box. "Dobby, please take this to Papo's Orphanage. Tell them this donation belongs to them, as long as they hang this portrait next to the one of me and always keep them together." The portrait of his counterpart was done before he became a monster. Sincerely, he hoped they would comfort each other.
During his departure preparations, he thought that his counterpart might try to hijack the other Draco. Taking a shard of the mirror, he went to the far corner of the study so the other shards wouldn't get this command, if it worked. "Prepositus," he commanded as he shot prismatic light into it.
A Draco with a Mohawk and a slight scar on his cheek, wearing a militaristic long jacket, who stood amongst a passel of silver haired children of various ages that sat as if in a class, looked up. He's breeding his own coven. Wandless, he instantly commanded forth a huge sphere of black prismatic electricity, causing his children to cheer loudly and clap. "Yeah Papa! More dark magic! Please!"
Then he yelled, "Scenario three." Instantly, the children quietly lined up and left.
That one is powerful. "Hold on, I just want to warn you but I'm very weak in this body."
With a sneer, he turned the black light into prismatic white light and aimed it at the mirror. "Go on, I can hold this for several minutes. I learned this spell after someone startled my wife and me years ago."
At once, Draco stopped shooting the light as his end. "The Draco of this world as you can see is dying. He hijacked my body in my world but my family will bring me back. Once the transfer is complete, this Draco may try to switch souls with you but I don't think he'll be able to. Just in case, I wanted to warn you."
"Thank you."
"Your father didn't give you that scar, did he?"
"No," he replied almost offended. "My father was one of the most powerful and cunning dark wizards ever, who happened to be a hero because he killed another dark wizard named Voldemort. Like my father, I'm a dark wizard as well, but we both have standards. Is your father still alive?"
"Yes, he'll be the one to cast the most powerful of the spells to bring me home."
"You're lucky. As thanks for the warning, if you have the shard that you're going to use to get back, I think I can help." Per his request, Draco grabbed the biggest shard and held it up. The wand-less light he cast, he forced to form a hollow circle. Using a crystal wand that pulsated blood red, he cast an enormous amount of prismatic light that shot from his dimension into the shard through the hollow circle he kept going. "Hopefully, that will help."
While the other Draco cast his magic, he decided to chat and pass the time. "By the way, he chose you among others because of your wife so you may want to warn her as well. That is if she is my wife's counterpart: petite pixie with honey colored wavy hair, cleverer than…"
"Us," he finished. "Beat us in every class but."
"The Dark Arts," they said simultaneously then laughed maniacally.
The other Draco's nose started bleeding. "That shard will work once and will help to get you home. However, the other side will need to cast quite a bit, but it will keep your father from overcasting. Well, this is it for me. "
"Thanks for your help," he yelled to the fading image.
Then he waited for the noon hour.