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The trainride back to Howarts approached faster than I hoped. I, with Draco, searched for Hermione. She was a secret friend I had, even though she doesn't remember the way we bonded on the train ride at the begining of last term. We found her with Potter and Weasel in the middle of the car.
"May we talk to Granger for a moment?" I said softly. We were going against everything we had ever known, Draco and I.
"Oh, look, its Malfoy and his girlfriend," Ron sneered.
"Actually, I'm his wife," I snapped. He flinched back, snickering to Potter about Draco being married.
"Come in and talk," Granger said.
I looked at Draco, who nodded and we walked inwards, shutting the door and pulling the screen down.
"You've thought about the Order's proposition?" Potter asked.
I nodded and Draco said, "Considering what's happening, we think it best to take it."
"What's happening?"
I looked up from my lap, "You'll find out soon enough. I heard that you are always one of the first people that gossipers tell their news to."
"Bella," Draco said softly. He met my eyes. "It's okay to tell them. If they'll help us, they deserve to know."
"They know because of the Cullen's," I snapped at him. "They know about it. They know everything."
"We know you're pregnant," Potter said. "And that Malfoy's the father."
I nodded, "They know enough."
"And you're taking this proposition-"
"To ensure my family is safe," Draco interrupted Granger. He gave her a cold look. "If Bella or the child get hurt in the war, I will not hesitate to accuse the Order."
It was sweet, the way he was protective about this. I gave a little smile in his direction before pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my chin on my knees.
"How far along are you?" Granger asked, recovering from her shock of Draco's words the quickest.
"About six months," I said softly.
"Is that why you got married?" Potter asked. "Because of the child?"
I shook my head with Draco, "No, it was a pure and just marriage because Draco and I love eachother. Is something wrong with that, Weasel?"
Ron's face turned a bright red and he shook his head.
"The Order was attacked this holiday," Potter said, narrowing his eyes at us. "Did you know?"
"Of course we knew!" I laughed. "We weren't allowed to leave the house because of it. Our wedding was the next day."
Draco kept a straight face, "Snape told the Dark Lord at the meeting right before hand and they left to attack immediately. The Dark Lord wouldn't allow Bella and I to leave, neither my mother. Although, my mother never fights. She's an Order member at heart, really."
"There was a meeting? About what?" Granger asked.
I exchanged a look with Draco and shrugged, "Stuff. . ." I mumbled.
"What kind of stuff? If you tell us the truth, we'll bring you to the Order over the summer," Granger tried to compromise.
"I told them where the Order resided!" I blurted. My hand went to my mouth, horrified.
"It's Fidelis'd!" Granger gasped. "Who told you?"
"Ron," I mumbled, shutting my eyes and rocking with my head on my knees. "We had this conversation on the trainride at the beginning of break," I whispered. Draco put his arm around my shoulder. "Only, it was a little different. Ron let it slip that the headquarters was at Grimmauld Place and I did a little family history and I knew it was Twelve."
"I don't remember that," Granger admitted.
"We were at Rosalie's and she was talking to you about how you fell asleep on the couch when I got there," she nodded as I went on. "I had erased your memory of the train ride. I couldn't - if the Dark Lord had known how we talked about switching sides, he would have killed us over holidays. We would have been tortured and I had to. I went to the bedroom where Potter and Weasley were playing video games with Emmett and got there memories. Then I left. It had to be done."
"You had no right-" Ron started to shout.
"Ronald!" Granger snapped. "Enough, let me handle this." She turned to Draco and I. "Are you two Death Eaters? Do you both have the Mark?"
I looked at Draco and he nodded. "Bella, we have to tell them everything in Order to get this. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Yes."
"Yes?" Potter asked, surprised.
"We're Death Eaters. We have the Mark, both of us."
"For how long?" Granger asked gently.
"Since last summer for Draco. I got mine before I left."
"And you met the Cullen's while you were gone? Was that a mission he sent you on?"
"He wanted them. The Cullen's. He wanted them, but I didn't react quick enough. I let them get away and he was so mad," I whispered. "You realize that just thinking about taking your offer was enough of a Death sentence itself," I said softly. "But that actually accepting it makes us wanted."
"It's safer than staying there," Granger reasoned. "Especially with what's going on, as you put it. What happened at the meeting?"
"He asked about Draco and I's missions," I whispered. Draco nodded and laced his fingers through my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on my hand calmingly. It felt good. I needed that.
"You have missions? Right now?" Granger asked horrified. "But you're pregnant."
"Well, my mission ended during break," I snorted. "But I'm more concerned about Draco, to be honest with you."
"Why? What's so bad about Draco's mission?" Potter asked.
"I have to bring Death Eaters into the school and kill Dumbledore," Draco said in a strong voice. "If I don't, he'll kill me and my mother."
"Cissy can't die," I whispered. "Lucius would be so heartbroken. You saw them at the Ministry. It was so perfect. So wonderful what they had. My mother said they were one of the few of the Black's to marry for love. She said its obvious why and I agree. Cissy dying, or Lucius dying, would break the other beyond repair."
"I see," Granger said, shellshocked. "Well, we'll write the Order and we'll have them set up a home for you. Any one home specific that you want?"
"We have a manor in Spain," Draco said, before I could say anything. "It's far enough away and we can place it on a Fidelis charm, if need be."
"Where will you tell them you went?"
"I'll tell them I went back to America, Draco with me, to raise the baby," I said, nodding. "They'll believe me. Cissy and my mother know I'd never put it in harm for the war. America, living as Muggles, would be exactly what they expect. The Dark Lord wouldn't try to harm the child anyways. He's all for pureblood children." I laughed a little at my own joke. If only they knew.
"You'll write them, then? When we get to the castle?"
I nodded, "You have my word. I'll make it a blood vow if that'll appease you."
Granger shook her head, "No, that's alright."
"What's a blood vow?" Potter asked.
"It's where you slice your palm and the other person is slicing theirs," Draco said. "And you say a vow and if you break it, the person that was affected either dies or is seriously injured, Potter."
Potter grimmaced at the idea of it, "Who invented that?"
"My great-grandfather," I laughed bitterly. "He had a sense of humor that nearly got him killed."
"But you're the only ones left of the Black family, besides your parents."
I looked at her, "Tonks and her parents are left as well."
"Tonks? She's a Black?" Harry asked, incredulous.
I snorted, "I know you've been to Sirius's home. It's obvious when you go to the room. She was disowned for marrying a Mudblood. I mean-"
"Don't, it's fine," Granger interrupted.
I smirked and nodded before continuing, "When she married Ted, and had Tonks, she was completely on her own. All her finaces were cut. Her family wouldn't talk to her. Cissy tried. But Andy wouldn't talk back. They're her sisters, you know. Narcissa and my mother."
"Holy-" Ron cut Potter off. "I knew."
I nodded, "I figured. Andy looks exactly like my mother. Except, not as crazed or skinny. But Andy's a good person. The kindest I've ever met."
"And this child will be a new generation of Black's," Granger said softly.
"If it helps to think about, consider it Sirius's cousin," I said softly. Because that's all she is. She's not Cissy's grandson. She's not Draco's son. She's the Dark Lord's. I put my head in my lap and blinked back the tears. "I know it's selfish of me," I said, my voice muffled by my legs. "But I can't let ancient pureblood families die out because of the war. We've survived this long. The Black's, the Lestrange's," I let my knees fall and placed a hand of my stomach, "And the Malfoy's cannot die out."
"They won't," Granger promised. "We'll write the Order immediately, you have my word. And the Order will meet us at the Platform. You can take a polyjuice potion."
"We'll discuss this later. Potter, bring your girlfriend to my room, with you, you two as well," I said. "Oh, and yes, I know about Pansy, Potter."
"Pansy Parkinson!" Ron gasped.
I snickered, "Didn't tell your friends? Oh, I publically humiliated Pansy on the train last week. You two are loud."
Granger was staring at Harry, tears swimming in her eyes. "Oh, Merlin," I whispered to Draco. "Draco, why don't you go find Daphne and tell her to walk by a compartment with us in five minutes. I need to talk to Hermione alone for a moment."
I grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her out of the compartment, changing my appearance to look like Ginny. I stopped her in the middle of the hall and turned to her.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" she asked.
"If I would have known about your feelings towards Potter, I wouldn't have said anyth-"
"There's nothing going on between us."
"But you want there to be," I said softly.
She wiped at her eyes, shaking her head, "It won't happen. He's Harry Potter, the Chosen One, and I'm Hermione Granger, the Muggleborn nerd."
"I don't know what nerd is," I admitted. "But you don't make it sound good. Granger, you're the smartest witch, yes, but you're beautiful. Come to my room tonight. I have a few things to give you."
"I hate Ron," she whispered. "He'll never let me go to your room."
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