Chapter 22 Malfoy Manor
Authors Note: I tried my best. And I won't be updating till next weekend. But I'll be on winter break so yeah! I don't really have anything else to say but finals and blah blah blah. Half of the time I don't even think you guys read my note. So anyways enjoy!
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With a quick pop, Hermione was back in the safe confines of the tent. A bag of apples safe and sound in her enchanted bag. Harry wasn't inside the tent so she could only assume he was sitting outside. Before going to check she tried to smooth out her curls. Draco always liked to run his fingers through them. Causing so much unnecessary frizz. Wait did she just say always?
"Hermione! Hermione!" Frantically she ran out of the tent. All previous thoughts forgotten.
"Harry! Why is your hair wet?" Suddenly Ronald Bilius Weasley separated from his hiding place behind Harry. The Gryffindor sword and the destroyed locket in one hand and a bag of his stuff in the other.
"Hey."
All rational thoughts escaped Hermione as she ran forward. She grabbed his bag, and proceeded to hit him with it repeatedly. "You've been gone for weeks and the first thing you choose to say is hey. Hey!"
"Well I have this." He raised the Gryffindor sword.
"Long story." That was Harry's queue for explaining later.
"How did you find us anyway?"
"The deluminator. The moment I left I wanted to come back. And one day I heard your voice. It was coming from the deluminator."
"And what exactly did I say?"
"My name. Just my name. So, I clicked it and a ball of light appeared. It went straight into my chest and I just knew it would lead me to you."
Hermione scoffed and went back into the tent. She wasn't going to forgive him that easily. He gave up on them. He gave up.
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A few more days in the certain area of the woods, they decided it would be best to move. After gathering various items, they apparated to the edge of a lake with full grown tress surrounding the steady water. They all three started to walk in different directions, to set up camp, when men were surrounding them.
"Hello beautiful." Scabior along with Greyback and various snatchers were surrounding them. The three stepped back in shock before sprinting past them. "Well, don't hang about. Snatch 'em!"
Three snatchers were hot on Hermione's tail. Her legs were moving so fast she couldn't even feel them. The constant cracking sound and blurry vision was her only reminder that she was moving. "Confringo!"
She managed to hit two snatchers but it was like they just kept coming. Spell after spell was being fired. Her breathing had stopped. In a moment of desperation, she saw Harry running behind her. "Stimulum Carnis!" His body smacked the ground as his face grew in size. The snatchers quickly had them detained.
"Lookie what we have here. What's wrong with that one's face?"
"I reckon he's just ugly."
"What's your name?"
"Vernon Dudley."
"Check it. And you little lady. What name would such a pretty person like yourself have?" Scabior was tracing her cheekbone with his finger. Ron lunged forward but was forced onto the ground.
"Penelope Clearwater. Half-Blood sir."
"How about the one on the floor?"
"Barney Weasel." Scabior dropped to the floor next to Ron and slowly lifted his head. He stared deep into his eyes then proceeded to scan his other features. His jaw dropped as he quickly ran over to Harry. Moving his hair with the tip of his wand. He cast a glance towards Hermione.
"Boys, we've hit the jackpot. This is Harry Potter. His dub friend and the mudblood who has never left his side." Hermione's breathing was extremely calm as he approached her. "Darling, it's not nice to lie." His dark eyes dug into hers like she was a child. He quickly grabbed hold of her and the sickness began. By now it was nightfall and the trio were detained and forced to walk down a long path covered in fog. The closer they got the more Hermione recognized. She felt safe at this very place only a week ago, but now she knew that was the farthest emotion she would be feeling this time.
Harry's face was pressed up against the gate as Bellatrix's crazy eyes scanned over all of them. "Get Draco." The three were brought inside. Harry was on his knees, hands tied behind his back as Hermione and Ron were being held back by snatchers.
"Well? Is it him?" Bellatrix's shrill voice rang through the dark room.
"I can't be sure."
Lucius approached his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you know what would happen if we were the ones to give him to the Dark Lord?" Draco was trying with all his power not to look at Hermione. He knew her eyes would be pleading with his. He wouldn't be able to handle the fear on her face. The most he could do was lie.
"I don't know." He was searching Harry's eyes for what to do but he only starred back with hate. A clinging noise brought the attention to one of the snatchers in the back of the room. Bellatrix's face became rigid as her skin paled.
"How did you get my sword?"
"This is my sword. Got it from that ladies' bag." In an instant Bellatrix's wand was out. She summoned the sword, killed the snatcher, and had a rope around Scabior's neck.
"Take the boys down to the cellar. The mudblood and I have some needed girl to girl talk." Hermione was now standing in the middle of the room with Bellatrix only inches away from her. Narcissa flashed Draco a quick glance as his hand tightened on his wand.
"Did you take the sword from my vault!"
"I haven't been in your vault!"
"Lair!" Bellatrix shoved Hermione onto the floor and jumped on top of her. A knife and wand present in her hands. "How did you get into my vault! What did you take!"
"I didn't take anything!" Suddenly Bellatrix smashed Hermione's left arm onto the ground and began, slowly, craving into her soft pale flesh. Hermione had never felt such pain in her life. Emotionless screams escaped her lips as Bellatrix dug deeper and deeper with each letter. Tears were forming in Draco's eyes as he watched the love of his life possible take her last breath.
"I am going to ask you one more time. How did you get into my vault!"
Hermione's response came out choked and defeated. "I didn't take anything from your vault!" The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle its weight. Just like the tears fall from her face because the heart can no longer handle the pain. Unsatisfied with her answer she began more aggressively digging into her arm. More screams escaped her bloody lips. Draco could swear they were calling out for him.
Suddenly his legs went limp and his body smashed against the stone-cold floor. He was gripping his left arm with such force, his fingers had become white. Screams just like Hermione's were escaping his quivering lips. Bellatrix had finished her marking and glanced over at Draco. Narcissa was kneeling by his side, staring down at his left arm with tears in her eyes.
The word mudblood was engraved on his pale skin, cutting through his Dark Mark. With a spurge of energy, he jumped up and ran to Hermione's side. Bellatrix, Lucius, and Narcissa all stood with shock written on their pale features.
His black eyes dug into hers. Clear tears were escaping her hollowed out black orbs as her body lay still. The only sign of life was the short, rapid, rise and fall of her chest. He broke down crying and gripped onto her limp form. Daring anyone to even come close.
His large powerful wings shot from his back as he clung on tighter. His fangs ripped through his quivering lips and his eyes turned the darkest shade of black even imaginable. He was in kill mode.
"Draco, this filth is your mate?" Lucius was approaching his only son but the low deadly growl that escaped his lips stopped Lucius right in his tracks. Bellatrix was looking terrified as Draco eyed her with such hate. He began to rise from the ground. Hands balled into fist and his mouth open to see his shiny sharp fangs.
In a flash of movement Harry and Ron came running up the stars. Disarming Bellatrix, stupefying Lucius and firing at Draco and his mother. The appearance of Draco shocked them but none the less they continued to fight. Not knowing what had just occurred. The force of Draco's spells were almost impossible to block. His eyes held such angry and passion.
"Stop!" Bellatrix's shrill voice once again rang through the room and broke any action occurring. Hermione was standing with defeat on her face as Bellatrix held a knife to her throat. Small beads of blood were running down her pale neck.
Draco was holding all the wands. Harry and Ron were afraid to even go near him due to his current state. The constant noise of a ding brought the attention forward. Dobby was unscrewing the large chandler that hung just above Hermione and Bellatrix.
It suddenly came crashing down. Bellatrix jumped out of the way, releasing Hermione. Draco threw all the wands at Harry and sprinted forward. Just catching Hermione in his arms. Once she slumped against his warm body her tears truly began to fall. She clung on to the front of Draco's shirt with her slipping strength. A pull was felt between the two but they only ignored it.
"Malfoy let her go!" Harry and Ron were trying to pull Hermione from his grasp.
"Crucio!" Lucius's wand was pointed at Draco and he let out a ghastly scream. Hermione was successfully ripped from his grasp.
"Draco!" He tried to reach for her through the pain but she was gone. They were all gone. The burning sensation coated Draco's body as he thrashed on the ground. He focused on his own screams, trying to forget all about the pain. After a while it stopped all together. His cold body lay panting on the ground.
He was soon jerked up onto his knees. His hands magically held together behind his back. Bellatrix approached him and used her wand to slash a deep wound on his cheek. Letting the blood drip off his chin. Draco didn't even flinch. He could take the pain. You could break his soul, take his life away, beat him, hurt him, kill him, but Draco knew he would never let them touch her again. He would protect her.
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Hermione was being held in Ron's arms as they appeared on a beach with a cabin not far away.
"Harry Potter."
"Dobby." Harry quickly ran over to Dobby, pulling out the knife Bellatrix threw. "Dobby hold on. Hold on. Just hold on okay? We will fix you up. Hermione will have something." Harry looked over to her with Dobby in his arms and tears in his eyes. "In your bag. Hermione? Hermione? Help me!"
Hermione had tears escaping her eyes. She couldn't do anything. It pained her seeing this. It pained her watching Harry lose another and not being able to help. She was so tired and defeated. Barely able to move her feet.
"Such a beautiful place … to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friend … Harry Potter."
Harry looked broken. Hermione could no longer take it. The pain, the grief, the knowledge, so her body and mind slowly lost consciousness.
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"What do we have here?" Draco was pacing the cell his so-called family locked him in. Voldemort was now staring at the black eyed, and winged Draco through the cell bars. "It has come to my attention that you are a veela." Draco continued to pace until Voldemort physically stopped him with his wand.
"I see it has."
"Draco I a truly amazed at how long you have been able to keep this from me. Do tell."
Draco just stared into his cold red eyes. "And the mudblood is your mate? The one who is friends with Harry Potter?"
With no reaction, Voldemort continued. "Not surprising. You are a coward just like your father. Why wouldn't you be a muggle lover. Attracted to nothing more than the scum on your shoe. Many would kill her without the blink of an eye."
Draco muttered something under his breath. Followed by a growl.
"What was that?" You could see the curiosity in Voldemort's face. He was testing Draco. Trying to see how much of an asset he would be.
"You're a half-blood. I'm a pureblood. Who is really superior here?" A smirk danced on his lips as Draco's body was roughly slammed against the stone cell wall.
"How dare you speck to me like that! Crucio!"
The burning sensation spread through his blood once more. He didn't react. No screams escaped his lips. He let the curse completely take over. Reaching a level of calm where the pain no longer hurt. Mind over matter. Voldemort let out an aggravated scream. He took pleasure in others pain and Draco was not going to give in.
"You work for me! You do what I say!" Another round of pain eloped his body before Voldemort stormed away. He left the cellar door open. Telling Draco, he had no decision. No choice. That he belonged to the Dark Lord. He was trapped in this life ever since he was born. He never had a choice. He was forced to get the Dark Mark. Forced to hurt people. Forced to lie. But no more. He would be his own person. Finally make his own choices.
Authors Note: Ok so you guys know how they say to replace the word wand with willy in the Harry Potter books? So, in my fic "Moving his hair with the tip of his willy." Enough said.