Over Protected

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Ch 10: Nostalgic Pain

Draco Malfoy woke up lazily; the sun was peeking through the window of his large bedroom at the Malfoy Manor. Realizing where he was, he recalled the visit from Dumbledore and his pathetic minions last night. Looking at Hermione he realized she had not yet woken up meaning the spells had hit her powerfully. Laughing ironically to himself, Draco hadn't realized that Harry potter had it in him to correctly perform the Cruciatus Curse. Staring down at Elizabeth, Draco call for Nymmy his house elf. She had helped him recover various times from the repercussions of disobeying his father; he hoped she would know what to do to bring Elizabeth back into consciousness unharmed.

With the arrival of Nymmy in his room Draco left to take a shower. Stepping into the shower, he let water run down the tense muscles on his back. Staring down at the Dark Mark on his forearm Draco wondered if what Voldemort had tried to do was for the best. If Elizabeth was left unmarked she could have spied on Dumbledore for them, also he didn't think she would be content about that mark. Her allegiance was still hanging in the balance, allowing her time to think about her new life. Turning off the water, Draco heard a scream from his bedroom. Grabbing a towel he hoped that all it meant was that Elizabeth was awake.

In Dumbledore's office Harry sat across form the older man that had been his mentor for the past seven years. Staring at him incredulously Harry opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"You can't really think that the screaming girl Harry attacked at the Riddle House was really Hermione." Ron said to Dumbledore, breaking the silence.

"I'm afraid Mr. Weasley that this is the truth." Dumbledore sighed sadly feeling horrible about having to break the news to the two hopeful boys sitting in front of him.

"But Professor, it can't," Harry paused to run a hand through his hair, "it just can't be. Did you see her? She was tall, pale, straight black hair, PURPLE eyes! In fact beautiful in the most inconvenient way. That can't be my Hermione, our Hermione. It's some girl they've set out as a trap."

"Mr. Potter I've no doubt in my mind that the young lady we saw tonight was indeed Ms. Granger."

"Harry, I think the old bat has finally begun to lose his eye sight." Ron whispered in Harry's ear, only to receive a strangled chuckle from an extremely sad Dumbledore.

"I believe that there is something I must tell you boys, it is a side of Voldemort no many knew about. After he left Hogwarts he began to look for many things, what he found was the only person he would ever truly love: Anabelle Black. They married and eventually Anabelle gave birth to their only daughter Elizabeth Riddle; unfortunately Annabelle died in childbirth. Thus making Tom Marvolo Riddle a very unhappy man. His daughter was born four months before you Harry. There had been a prophecy about her which I was aware of and wanted to prevent, so I sent a spy to keep a watchful eye on the little girl. The night Voldemort went to kill you my spy took the baby, changed her appearance, and named her Hermione Granger. He and his family have been living as a muggle family since that day, until a week ago Draco Malfoy managed to reverse the appearance charm and took Elizabeth Riddle back to where she belonged."

Harry began to laugh, a bittersweet laugh, as he stared at Dumbledore furiously. "Professor Hermione cannot be Elizabeth Riddle."

"CANNOT!" Ron added for emphasis.

"I am very sorry Mr. Potter, but this is the truth."

"I can't believe—you knew this… you've known this ALL ALONG! Dumbledore, yet you kept it from us, you didn't warn us. Malfoy could've contacted her a LONG time ago—for example before we became friends or during first year. In actuality any time would've been very bad for us! Hermione knows where Grimmuald Place is!" Harry's eyes were near to flashing red.

"What about Hermione's safety!" Ron bellowed nervously. "If she failed to comply with them, she could have been KILLED." Ron was worried. "She can still be killed." He added quietly.

"I'm afraid it is too late to be taking action." Dumbledore said to the boys—his eyes full of sorrow.

Elizabeth thanked the small house elf for helping her with her injuries and with finding something to wear. She now sat at the edge of what she had been told was Draco's bed at the Malfoy Manor. She had seen him come in after she was brought back to consciences by Nymmy, but he left promptly and had yet to return. Unfortunately it seemed that he left instructions that she was to go nowhere without his presence, Nymmy had gone to find him.

Spotting his broom across the room Elizabeth smiled. It brought back pleasant memories of all the successful Quidditch games Ron and Harry played in the past year.

Hermione stood leaning against a tree in a park near the Burrow. Harry had just lost to Ron in a one on one game of Quidditch. The boy could catch a miniscule golden flying ball with no problem, but ask him to throw a large red ball through a golden hoop while balancing on his broom. There you would encounter a problem. Ron had flown off to brag to his large red-headed family about his good fortune.

Smirking, as if he knew something Hermione didn't know, Harry landed in front of her. Hermione had a small feeling Harry had let Ron win. Without warning Harry pulled Hermione unto the broom in front of him. Hermione felt the sudden heat ignite in her stomach and heart. She was in love with Harry Potter and he would never know it.

Suddenly Hermione became Elizabeth and Harry stood in front of her yelling Crucio. The pain that racked her body was not only physical, spreading through her to reach every limb and finger. The pain of seeing Harry purposefully inflicting pain on her hit her like a searing knife tearing apart her heart.

Elizabeth became suddenly aware that she no longer sat calmly on the bed. However, she lay vulnerably on the floor, her body racking with sobs, tears flowing freely, and feeling as though she was crumbling to pieces. A strong hand yanked her off of the floor rudely and a wand was being pressed into her hand. She looked up to the reflection of her own pain in grey, deep eyes.

"Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied."

Pride and Prejudice

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