chapter 10.

I must honestly say that I did not believe that it would get this far.

This chapter becomes violently graphic toward the end,

so if you don't care for that don't read.

But if you do read and don't care for how I put it,

don't review and complain. Please.

Enjoy.

Dumbledore

Ashley was sleeping peacefully as the sun broke through the curtains surrounding her bed. Osbourne had classes, along with Arthur but Dumbledore had given both of them assurances that when she awoke he would send for them.

But Ashley didn't stir. Her mind had closed it's doors to outside interference. Occlamence had no effect on her. All they could do was sit and wait for her mind to accept that it was okay. She was safe.

Dumbledore didn't think about what was obvious. He didn't consider another vision, or that her life might be in true danger from within her mind.

He had delved into Irene's mind, marking her malice and hatred of Ashley. But also marking the jealousy. But nothing had seemed out of place. But that didn't mean that there wasn't something wrong or different in her mind.

He had allowed her mother to come and take her home. To find another school the next term.

This worried Dumbledore more than anything else. If someone had found a way to throw a student into a coma, anything could happen.

He put his head in his hands, and sighed.

Someone murmured.

Dumbledore looked up. Quiet murmuring, barely audible.

Dumbledore stood to find the sound, only to realize that it was coming from behind him.

Ashley was speaking, though her mind was still clouded.

In barely a whisper, she said, " the one to who the darkness speaks, returns to kill the righteous son, The heart alone can't be undone, but broken heart and broken mind, merge to hatred un-denied."

Ashley mouth closed, and she return to a peaceful sleep.

Dumbledore watched her for a few moments, before turning and walking out of the hospital wing. He had to speak with a few people.

Hermione

The water pounded on her back. Her wet hair fell around her face, but her mind was at a million different places. She was worried about Ashley. She thought about Ron, Harry, and Ginny. Their reactions. She didn't know what to do. She had never done anything so reckless in her life.

But she didn't regret it. She would probably never regret it. How could she?

Hermione had always known what she wanted or needed. She had needed Ron, to make her feel safe. But then he hadn't after her affair with Harry. She was the responsible one, and Ron was the Joker. She was there to bring him back to earth.

She almost regretted her life with Ron, if it hadn't been for her children. She loved her children more than Ron ever had.

It brought tears to her eyes, as a realization occurred to her. Ron hadn't loved her. He had been so possessive of her that she had fooled herself into believing that he loved her.

She sat down in the shower and cried.

Draco.

She was crying, he could hear it.

So Draco thought, putting his hands over his face. She regrets it.

Draco stood. He couldn't be in her room anymore. Not with her smell and her essence still lingering on and around him.

He picked up his clothes, and left the room.

An idea surfaced, and he quickly wrote a note on scrap piece of paper.

He went to his room and changed into jeans and a blue sweater. With a pop, he disapperated.

Hermione

Hermione looked at the empty room. Draco had left, and she wondered why.

She changed and went to find him. As Hermione made her way out of the room, she stepped on a folded note.

Hermione,

I didn't want to scare you, but I had to go do a few things this morning. Orenda has been told to take you to my private library. Maybe you'll find something interesting. I should be back after a few hours.

If you want to talk about what happened, then I'll bring back lunch. Or you could meet me.

Draco.

The little elf stood there as silent as always.

" alright Orenda." Hermione said, taking her hand. " show me the way."

they walked the halls in silence. Hermione starred at the walls, and the decoration. It was all so beautiful. then Orenda opened a door, and Hermione caught her breath. There were thousands of shelves, with millions of books. All she wanted to do was sit and read until she couldn't read anymore.

Orenda left.

Hermione began to search the library for a good book. But as she rounded the corner, there was a blast of light.

She felt herself lifted from the floor, and then darkness descended.

Osbourne.

When Dumbledore had told him of Ashley's premonition. They were all concerned now.

Osbourne's past was a mystery to himself and to Dumbledore. He had shown up one day out of the blue ready to work and having all the requirements to become the potions master. But he couldn't tell Dumbledore his name, couldn't tell him where he lived or anything else personal. But through months of help he had finally been able to figure out his real name.

He had to thank Dumbledore for everything that he had done, more had burst through the block in his memory. Like his father's face, a stern man with a high nose and silver hair. His mother's voice, and his sister.

It was like coming out of a long long dream.

Dumbledore walked through the door.

" why Albus?" Osbourne said, looking at the old man. " this is a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"

" I believe that something is about to happen." Albus said, looking the young man in the eye. " something having to do with your father."

" but Albus," Osbourne said, sitting the book he was looking at down. " I don't even know who my father is."

" I believe I know who it is." Dumbledore replied, " but you aren't going to like it."

Draco

He had checked in with Harry on the search for his father. He knew that Hermione needed to know, but he hadn't found the courage yet.

' The last known location was a village in Romania.' Harry had said, looking at a large map.

'Romania? ' Draco had replied, thinking rapidly. ' what village in Romania?'

'Bucharest.'

His mind had sped up and Draco had found himself in the elevator before Harry knew what happened.

Now he was racing to the Apparation points. Each step seemed to take a thousand years, and his mind raced through it all.

He had a very bad feeling about all of this, and that it wouldn't end well. But it was out of his hands for the moment.

Draco apparated to the Manor.

Ashley

She was watching her mother. The man behind her, looked like Draco but he had angry stormy eyes that glinted with madness.

He grabbed Hermione by the hair and pulled her from the floor. She couldn't hear what he told her, but Hermione started flailing as the man began to drag her to another room.

'Stop.' Ashley screamed, running after them. 'Stop Hurting my mom! Stop! Stop! Stop!'

Ashley felt a strange pull a moment later. A jerk in her lower back.

She opened her eyes.

Hermione

when Hermione had woken up, she couldn't believe who was standing over her.

Lucius Malfoy.

" how?" she had began to ask, before he had shoved her to the ground and hissed in her ear. " you're mine now."

the tone scared Hermione but she wasn't about to give up. She struck out and hit him in the side. He grunted. She jabbed with her elbow, and he moved an inch. Then with a jab towards his head, she pushed up, struggling to her feet. Lucius grabbed her leg, and she kicked him in the face.

She ran out into the hallway, and toward a door. Away from him.

With a snap, she twisted her ankle. Only then did she see the rope that had slithered around her ankles.

" now darling. You can do this the hard way or the easy way." he said, madness glinted maliciously in his eyes. " but I prefer a challenge."

he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Lucius's time in Azkaban had not been in vain, he had made sure that he stayed in shape. He had even begun to take pleasure in the memories running before his eyes.

He dragged her to what had been his bedroom. The extra large bed was covered with a tarp that he pulled off. It was exactly as he had left it.

Throwing her on the bed, He summoned ropes around her hands and tied them to the top of the four poster, hoisting her to her knees.

" what do you think you're doing you crazy son of a bitch!" Hermione yelled, struggling to get away. She kicked out at him, as he moved up behind her.

" SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID WHORE!!" He roared at the top of his lungs, making Hermione flinch.

He slammed her head into the bed, making her see stars. He ripped her pants off, then drew cuts down her legs with his wand. She caught her breath. With a flick of his wand, ropes tied her ankles to the head board posts. He moved in front of her, grabbing her shirt and ripping it down. He pulled off her bra, and allowed her breasts to fall out.

Hermione spit in his face. His face turned from shock to rage. He grabbed her breast and squeezed so hard, she felt something pop. She gasped.

" oh you like that, do you?" he purred, scaring her even more.

He traced his wand along her other breast, slicing the delicate flesh. Her wrists were beginning to ache, the rope pulling her hands almost out of joint.

He moved around behind her again. She couldn't see him, but she sensed what was going to happen. She braced herself.

He traced his wand over her back, cutting, slicing. He stopped.

She tried to kick out again. But she was lashed tightly.

" now," he whispered in her ears, " you get my wrath."

he reached his wand down and cut her around her entrance. She screamed.

" that hurts doesn't it?" he reached down pulling back blood, and shoving his fingers in her mouth. She bit him.

"BITCH!" he roared again, punching her in the side of the head, and making her see stars for a second.

Then he thrust his dick in her.

Hermione had never had such burning aching pain. It felt like she had just been lit on fire in a bad way. Her own blood was lubricating Lucius's penis, lessening the pain somewhat. But still not enough for the white hot point of pain in her body to leave.

She couldn't do anything. She was lashed to the four poster with a madman. There was no relief for her.

Lucius came, pain blooming within her again. Hermione was crying silently. blood had soaked the bed beneath her. Semen and blood pooled under her crotch. But Lucius wasn't done.

The process began again.

Draco

Even when Draco finally reached his father's bedroom, he could tell she was almost gone.

His father was hunched over Hermione, blood covered the bed. He could tell she had endured a lot in the short time his father had had her.

" Ah." Lucius said, looking up at his son, but continuing to fuck Hermione. " come to join the game?"

" no." Draco said, pulling out his wand. " I've come to kill you."

" oh Draco Draco Draco." Lucius said, pulling out of her and letting her flop down on the bed, motionless. " you could never beat me, and you never will."

The fight began in a flash. Red, blue, and green lights flashed a crossed the room. Spells crashed around each of them. But one spell hit close to where Hermione was unconscious, burning a hole to the floor.

Then Draco's wand flew out of his hand and landed on the ground a crossed the room.

" I knew you never had it in you." Lucius said bearing down on his son.

Ashley

She had woke up in an unknown room in the Manor, yet knew exactly where she was.

She also knew where her mother was.

She ran.

When she entered the room where everyone was, Draco was kneeling in front of Lucius with a wand in the face.

She ran over and jumped on Lucius, moving the wand right before it would have killed Draco.

"BITCH!!!" Lucius yelled, throwing her off into Draco.

Draco caught her, before she hit the floor.

Lucius was now halfway a crossed the room, his wand now pointed towards both of them.

" Avada Kadavra!" Lucius yelled, pointing at them.

Draco pulled Ashley close protecting her with his own body. They closed their eyes.

The spell never hit.

Draco looked up. Hermione was standing in front of them, blood still ran down her.

" No." he said, as he watched her fall to the ground. " No."

using wordless magic, he got back his wand. With all the wrath that had been inside him for the last twenty two years, he cried, " Avada Kadavra."

The curse hit Lucius full in the chest. His body crumpled to the ground.

Draco turned to the love that was lost forever now.

Ashley was sitting next to her mother. She fumbled through her pockets looking for something.

" Ashley," Draco said, grabbing her shoulder, and trying to pull her away. " come on we have to go get your uncle Harry."

" No." Ashley said, looking at him. " I know what to do. Or at least I think I know what to do. I think I can bring my mom back."

"How?" Draco said, dropping on his knees next to her.

" you need to close those cuts first." Ashley said, looking at him.

He had closed about half of them when Ashley found a small vial with a black liquid in it.

" what's that?" he asked, staring at the vial.

" an experimental potion that I hope will work." Ashley said, pulling the cork out.

She lifted Hermione's head, and placed the vial at her lips.

Ashley and Draco sat with batted breath.

Suddenly Hermione took a breathe, and opened her eyes. She didn't know why both Draco and Ashley looked like they were going to cry. Or why she hurt all over.

" come on." Draco said, pulling her up. " let's get you guys to the hospital."

I hope everyone liked this chapter.

Sorry it took so long.

But this is the third to last chapter.

So we're nearing the end.

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