A/N: Hope this ones good, it took forever to write. Lol. Enjoy. xD
Disclaimer: I really do get tired of writing these, I mean, shouldn't you know by now that I DONT own Harry Potter. JKR does.
xx-Mione-Fan-xx
Intense Amount of Pain and Love
Chapter 11: Plan in Action
Draco walked back to his room, deep in thought. The plan would work; it would go smoothly, he was sure of it. The potion had taken a long time, but he'd managed to do it properly. He'd gotten the hair from his mother without her noticing, when he whispered in her ear after his return from St Mungo's to tell her about Danika's recovery. He knew it was going to be odd, transforming into his mother, but it was the easiest and less suspicious person he could think of.
He almost crashed into Blaise, and would have if he hadn't of looked up in time. Blaise cocked an eyebrow.
"Something bothering you, Draco?" He asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, nothing Blaise. I was just thinking." He replied. Blaise didn't look convinced, but shrugged.
"There's a meeting tonight, I think the Lord's bringing the prisoners to it for some torturing I imagine." Blaise informed him. What a rotten night to pick, Tom. He thought dryly but nodded to Blaise.
"What about Penner? Are they bringing her too?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes. Blaise shrugged.
"I don't know, mate but I hope not. I don't wanna watch what the Dark Lord will do to the kid." Blaise said, grimacing. Draco nodded, agreeing with him.
Draco left Blaise to go back to his room; he wanted to look over the potion one last time before he drank it, just to make sure he got all the right ingredients. He planned on doing it after the torturing was done.
After a quick shower, and another run through of his potion he was ready to go to the Death Eater meeting. He hoped it would be short; he wanted to go do his mission before he changed his mind.
There was a loud chatter as Draco entered the dining room, where dinner and the meeting would take place. He took his seat in between his mother and father and waited for Voldemort to enter. When the latter entered, the room of Death Eaters immediately fell silent.
"My followers! Welcome to our death eater meeting." Voldemort's raspy voice said. "Avery, what news have you to share?" The said death eater jumped and quickly answered his Lord.
"Well my Lord, a few more aurors have been caught, the Inn keeper at Leaky Cauldron has been giving us some problems, so we've had to remove him and replace him with a death eater." Avery said. Voldemort glared at him, and then nodded.
"Lucius, any news regarding the muggle world?" Voldemort hissed. Lucius shook his head slightly.
"Not much, my Lord. They go about their normal business, not caring about the death eaters we have roaming the streets. Of course, we've been attacking them, but there are just more and more of them." Lucius replied. Voldemort scowled and glared at Lucius.
"Crabbe, have you arranged for death eaters to move on to America to terrorize?" Voldemort asked. The said death eater nodded.
"Yes, my Lord." He replied.
"Young Draco, go with Nott, Zabini, Parkinson, Greengrass, Crabbe, Goyle, Baldwin, and Wilson to fetch Granger, all of the Weasleys', Smith, Lacrosse, and Brown. I believe we owe certain pleasures to them." Voldemort ordered. Draco felt bile rise in his throat but ignored it.
"And what with the young one, Penner, sir?" Draco asked sneering slightly as his father would.
"Ahh, she is still recovering from her last torture so I believe we shall allow her to remain out of this one. After all, we don't want her to be killed, now do we?" Voldemort said, his voice sickly sweet. He then started laughing cruelly and all of the death eaters joined in nervously and stopped immediately when he did.
Draco stood from the table and left with the others to go bring in the prisoners. He didn't want to, but didn't want to blow it with Voldemort either.
"Granger, Weasel, Weaselette, Weasley and Weasley, and Weasley – Merlin that's a lot of Weasley's – Smith, Brown and Lacrosse. Come with us." Draco commanded, and Crabbe, Goyle and the others each grabbed someone roughly, while Draco grabbed Granger's arm not so rough – though only him and Granger noticed.
"What's going on?" Weasel demanded, his blue eyes blazing in anger.
"You're in no position to be asking questions, Weasel. So do us a favor, be quiet and wait to see what'll happen to you instead of asking useless questions." Draco drawled, scowling. Weasel's face went red but he said nothing. Draco saw Weaselette look over at him in puzzlement but he chose to pretend not to notice and kept walking swiftly.
He stopped at the doors to the dining room and opened the door and then led the way into the room full of death eaters. He felt Granger tense beneath his grip and unconsciously squeezed her arm lightly.
"Hello again, my guests. It's been awhile since I've talked to you." Voldemort rasped as Draco and the group neared him. Granger narrowed her eyes.
"Release Smith, Parkinson, I want her to scream first as it's been a long time." Voldemort ordered and Parkinson obeyed, throwing the blonde prisoner to the floor in front of Voldemort. Smith calmly got to her feet and raised her deep blue eyes to meet those of Voldemort's.
"Smith, how has your stay been? Good, I hope." Voldemort said, his voice sickly sweet again, as though he were talking to a welcome guest, not a prisoner held in his dungeons.
"Perfectly fine, mind you, your death eaters aren't very friendly but nonetheless good even despite the lack of food, water and showers." Smith replied smoothly. Draco had to keep his face mask from falling, he was so shocked. No one spoke up to Voldemort like that. Even Tom himself wasn't expecting her reply. His eyes narrowed and he glared at her, all traces of faked sweetness gone.
"Crucio!" He yelled and Smith let out a shriek of pain and fell to her knees. Draco felt Granger jerk forward but he tightened his grip on her arm. Merlin, Gryffindors are bloody stupid. She looked up and narrowed her eyes at him. He shook his head and gave her a look that told her not to do something rash. She rolled her eyes.
Voldemort lifted the curse and Smith lay panting. For the next fifteen minutes, Voldemort did a number of painful hexes and jinxes on Smith, each causing her to scream until he was finally satisfied.
"Parkinson, Smith is done. Take her. Goyle, release the Weasley." The Dark Lord hissed. Goyle did as he was told and pushed Fred Weasley forward.
"I've heard some things about you, Fred Weasley. Like your joke you pulled on a few of my deatheaters. Rather brave stunt that was. It angered me, and that wasn't very smart. People don't anger me and get away with it." Voldemort drawled his voice deadly cold. Weasley stood defiantly, not lowering his head under Voldemort's cold gaze.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say for yourself, you pathetic Weasley? Or are you just like the rest of your family? Blood traitors, cowards, and muggle lovers." Voldemort spat, scowling. All of the Weasley's faces reddened.
"Don't talk about my family." Fred Weasley ground out, his eyes narrowed in anger. Granger frantically shook her head. Draco silently agreed with her – Weasley was falling into Voldemort's trap, Tom was trying to rile him up, so he would do something irrational out of anger.
"Ahh, but why shouldn't I? People everyday talk about my family. Your poor, muggle loving, pathetic father was worthless. He was easy to kill. Stood there cowering and trying to be brave, telling me to kill him and let his plump little wife go free. I laughed at him and he trembled in fear." Voldemort laughed cruelly. Weasley clenched his fists.
"Don't let him get to you, Fred. He's doing it on purpose." The girl Weasley spoke up, snapping everyone's attention to her. There were tears sparkling in her eyes, and Draco knew she was trying to be strong. What was with it with Gryffindors and their stupidity and 'bravery'? It was pointless and stupid. The whole lot is stubborn, Draco thought.
"Don't speak of my father like that." The Weasley twin said, completely ignoring his sister.
"What are you going to do about it?" Voldemort taunted, sneering and then he scowled. "Nevermind, I tire of these games. Crucio!" Voldemort hissed. Weasley fell to the floor, screaming.
"FRED!" Granger and Weaselette screamed. Draco tightened his grip on Granger's arm again in case she tried to run to the Weasley twin. Voldemort let up on the curse and proceeded to go through the list of prisoners, slowly torturing each one. Then he came to Granger.
"Malfoy, release the mudblood. I like her, she's strong. She's always trying not to scream in front of me. Well, let's see if this time I can manage to make the 'tough' Granger scream." Voldemort rasped.
Draco let go of Granger, ignoring the voice in his head telling him to tell Voldemort to go to hell and then take Granger and run away. He involuntarily shuddered at the idea of doing such a thing and mentally scowled at himself for thinking it.
"Ahh, Granger. How have you been?" Voldemort asked, his voice once again sickly sweet. Draco saw her tense and he knew she was fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead she shrugged.
"So, have you figured out some sort of escape route yet?" Voldemort sneered and Draco unconsciously stiffened. Granger cocked an eyebrow.
"I've thought on it, believe me. But it seems to be impossible." She said calmly. Draco hoped she was a good occlumens (s/p?) as Voldemort could do Legilimency (s/p?) if he wanted to. Tom chuckled in cold amusement.
"You're right, it is impossible. In your weak state, there is absolutely no way you could escape me or any of my death eaters. I'd had it all thought out even before I destroyed Potter." Voldemort hissed, narrowing his eyes at the mention of Harry Potter. Draco knew the Dark Lord didn't want people knowing that Potter was actually alive, especially the prisoners, so as not to give them hope or give the death eaters reason to doubt their Lord.
"Who knows, Tom, maybe we'll find a way out of here. We were in Gryffindor during our school years, which shows our courage. Then what would happen to your 'perfect' plan. Don't forget we'd managed to escape you once." Granger said her voice still calm even though Draco knew she was trembling with fear. Voldemort's eyes narrowed again in anger.
"Yes, I remember that, how ever could I forget? But you should give up any hope you have of escaping here, Hermione, as it is not possible." Voldemort spat. "Now how about some fun, mudblood?"
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort shouted and the ex-Gryffindor let out a shriek and fell to the floor holding her stomach. Her eyes were closed tight and her fists were clenched, but she only let out occasional shrieks of pain, instead of screams like Voldemort wanted. He let the curse go on a while, and then finally lifted it.
Draco found for some strange reason, that he wanted to run to Granger and help her. Why in the name of Salazar Slytherin would he want to do that?! Where were all of these crazy, strange ideas coming from? He couldn't like her!
"Why won't you scream, mudblood? What will it give to scream?" Voldemort hissed.
"It will give you satisfaction, Voldemort." She hissed slowly back. She was still kneeling and extremely out of breath. His eyes flashed angrily. He waved his wand and she flew across the room and hit the wall hard. She winced in pain.
"If you won't scream under the cruciatus, then you'll definitely scream under this one." Voldemort spat, and smirked. He waved his wand and the curse hit her full on. Granger took in a sharp breath of air, and bit her lip, but finally screamed out loud. The pain must have been intense; it was an extremely dark curse that Voldemort put on her, Draco thought. She screamed as the pain went on, increasing bit by bit until the Dark Lord finally lifted it, satisfied that he made her scream.
"Very well, I've had some immense satisfaction tonight, so you may bring them back to the dungeons. And the rest of you may go back to doing what it is you were doing." Voldemort said his mood scarily cheery.
Draco led the way to the dungeons, carrying Granger in his arms as she couldn't walk due to bruises and the left over pain from the curse Voldemort put on her. As the others put the prisoners back in the cell, Draco whispered in Granger's ear.
"I'm going to be getting Potter now. Try not to move too much, just get some rest. By morning, the pain won't be as intense." He said softly. Her lips lifted slightly, but it probably hurt her too much to actually smile. He set her down lightly in the cell, careful not to hit any of her bruises from being smacked against the wall.
He walked out of the cell, magically locked it, and then left the dungeons. He went back to his room and took a deep breath. Then, he went to find his mother. He found her alone in her room. He quietly stunned her. He had to obviously, as it wouldn't due to have her walking as herself around when he was supposed to be her.
He went back to his room again, and took out the vial of potion. He had exactly an hour to get into the room and get Potter before he transformed back into his form. His hands shook as he lifted the vial to his mouth and downed it. He gagged, it tasted awful. Slowly, his hair grew longer and more pale, his eyes changed to an icy blue and he grew taller until he resembled his mother.
He walked swiftly out of the room; it felt so odd, walking as a woman and not as a man. He had to remember to walk gracefully and not with his usual stagger. Other death eaters nodded to him as he walked and he slightly smirked at each one, just as his mother would.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of walking, he reached Voldemort's study. He continued on to the private door at the side of the room and took a deep breath, and then entered.
Potter was lying on his back, on a small cot, with extremely unruly and shaggy black hair. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and Draco vaguely wondered what happened to them.
Draco grabbed Potter's arm roughly and apparated back to his room, making sure to lock the door to the private room behind him. He had already told his mother at breakfast that Voldemort didn't want Potter looked after any more and he told his father that Voldemort moved Potter to a different location where no body knew.
He laid Potter on the floor in his bedroom, not daring lay him on the bed. He made sure that where he had him was out of sight from any death eaters who dared enter his room.
Then, with the first task of the plan finished, he sighed and crashed onto his bed, falling asleep immediately.
A/N: Hope it was long enough. Lol. -sighs- it took a LONG time. Anywayy, the next ones coming soon. Sorry, for the long updates.
xx-Mione-Fan-xx