Chapter 6
It had been a little over 3 weeks and the only company Hermione had gotten was houselfs; which did not really count because they never really spoke to her. She was so deprived of humans. This had been the longest time without the company of people and she hated it. She missed her family and friends so much. Her parents did not know she was pregnant by the boy she had complained about consistently at home. They did not know she was locked in some old teacher's room guarded by trolls outside.
If truth be told she was really comfortable in the room. There were many tapestries, many of them showed Merlin, Morgan LeFay and other famous witches and wizards through out history, most of them who she had recognized she had spent ample amounts of time looking at them, at first it was because she was looking at some secret exit but then she just grew fond of them, mainly because it made her feel less alone.
The other thing she grew deeply fond of was the bookshelves. All of them were novels. So she did spend a good deal reading and excising her mind. When she read, all her worries were forgotten, and she was transformed into another world. Each romance novel she read, all she could do was picture herself as the heroine of the story. She knew that it was all a little immature, but it was one way to forget all her worries.
The baby itself was beginning to show, just slightly; making the whole thing a little more realistic. She knew that if this baby was a boy. He would be raised a Malfoy, a born monster, a killer. He would kill muggles, and muggleborns just like her. That was scary, she might be conceiving a monster. But if it was a girl, her whole life would be ruin at birth serving her father and his father as no more than a slave.
Draco, came in that mourning, to see a sleeping Hermione. "She looks so angelic and happy asleep." He thought slowly and pulled a stool up to her bed and just stood there looking at her. She stirred, and yawned slowly, awaking into the sharp gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. It took her second to realize, and her eyes finally widened.
She was surprised to see him, part of her happy and the other part upset. Part of her had really wanted him to come just to see human kind. To talk to someone aside herself. Yet another part of her feared what exactly they would talk about. Each time he had come, he told her something bad, her baby's fate, and Harry's death, each time it got worse. She did not want to know what tragedy he had come to tell her. She scowled at him.
Harry looked at the red-haired woman in surprised "How did you know who I was" he asked slowly, looking into her ecstatic blue eyes.
"I know every thing" she said this with the at most knowledge. She too was looking at him "My name is Amiaca, I am the greatest Sorceress of this land." She continued "Which you have trespassed."
"I am sorry," Harry said "I did not mean to, I was trying to escape from the clutches of Lord Voldemort."
"I know" she said slowly, I have been watching you, with curiosty as can be imagined. "You escape the Dark Lord for the 5th time when very few people have done it once, that itself is curious, and being his own grandson, only more curious. And to top it all you found The Sacred Entrance, which no man or woman has found for centauries, even when they were actually looking for it. But You, you found it on pure accident"
"Not to be rude or any thing, but how do you know all of this?" Harry asked, slowly. She smile at him slowly.
"From Premonitions, mainly. But I can see the world through the sacred water." Harry was slightly confused and she obviously noticed. "I can see what is going on in the present, past and rarely the visible future. What the water shows me or whoever is looking at it what's most important at the time. From the Premonitions I see similar things, accept it is on my own divination." She obviously wanted no more questions by her impatient looks, but that did not stop Harry From asking.
"Why are they no old people, and why are none of the them sad or happy for that matter." Although not really wanting to go into the concept she ansowered his question willingly.
"My Great, great, great, great so on so forth, Grandmother believed that should be no unhappiness, and any negative feelings in the world. When she told other people her utopia almost all of them thought it was a bad idea. However there were a few who did agree so behind the government's back; she created a society where there was no unhappiness. So no death, hate, jealousy, greed, age, disease etc. Well anyways since there was nothing bad, than there could be nothing good, because the people could no longer feel positive thoughts because they had nothing to compare it to. So all feelings were lost accept for her heir of females they were the only ones who could feel both positive and negative feelings. Understand?"
"More or less, Do you have heir" he said this without thinking and regretted a second later. She looked sadly into his eyes.
"No she died a while back."
"I am sorry," Harry said.
"Well anyways lets not talk about this, come with me." He did not say anything in return and followed her to the adjoining room. She led him to adjoined room. It was very light, windows at all sides, and a stain glass on the circular roof. In the Center of the stain glass, was a circle that was not covered. The silvery water lay above it; but it was not sinking in. A Ray of light could be seen and reflected into a fountain of water, which was identical to the silvery water (A/N I am sorry if it is a little confusing)
He looked into the fountain and Saw Hermione, waking up at Malfoy's side. He saw Hermione, scowling at Malfoy and saw Malfoy giving her a smirk, and then saw him place a hand on her stomach.
Everything blurred and then he saw an older version of himself, sitting on a black velvet throne. To his right what looked like Draco Malfoy accept with slightly darker hair and all together more evil with a dark cloak. To his left he saw a young beautiful with dark blonde hair, pale skin. She too had gray eyes, but her's were of kindness, she was also dressed in white garments.
Once again the fountain blurred. Now he saw Amiaca, and the notorious Voldemort, at this point known as Tom Marvalo Riddle. Kissing in some pasture, the image quickly faded and he saw Voldemort leaving and Amiaca crying and screaming at him. Then he saw Amiaca holding a baby girl with identical red hair to her own but had the same green eyes as Tom Marvolo Riddle, and same color eyes as his own. Harry saw her put the baby on a doorstep. Once again she was crying hard. Before she disappeared in to the cold night hair. The image faded for the last time
Everything was beginning to make sense
When Draco, saw Hermione scowl at him, he was slightly hurt but he to gave her a mean smirk.
"Have not seen you for awhile?" He said
"Thankfully," she said in return although she was slightly lying.
"Yes well, not here to see you, that's for sure. More to see how the Baby is doing" He moved closer to her and placed his fingers on her womb.
She nodded at his comment "Healthy" she told him.
"Apparently" he said and then "make sure to keep it that way" He finished
"I don't have much choice, do I?" She asked, however it was more of a comment than a question.
He answered it anyways "No you don't" he said it rather harshly. They were both silent. "Seeing that the baby is fine, I best be on my way now. Would not want to be late for class." His last comment stung her; he had meant it that way. While her life had been turned upside down and ruined, he still got to live his and get an education. He stood up. He was not going to tell her Harry was still alive it would make her to happy. He wanted her to be miserable.
"Malfoy, wait. After this baby is borne," she paused
"Yea," He said in return
"What is going to happen to me?" she asked.
"I don't Know, I honestly don't know." He gave her one last look before closing the bedroom door and hurried out for class.
The entire remaining 7th grade Gryffindors were meeting in the Kitchen. Ron Weasily who had been just released from torture was amongst them.
"What happened to Hermione?" Ron asked when he realized that one of his best friends was not with him.
"We don't know, Malfoy took her out of the room when she could not decide whether to join The Dark side or take slavery. No one has seen her since." Lavender told him.
"I would have thought Hermione would have never join Voldemort and rather take slavery" Said Dean
"So Malfoy just took her out of the room?" Ron asked
"Said he wanted to help her come to a decision, and that was the last we saw of her." Dean Thomas finished
"Something was wrong, she had been acting very strange even before that." Pavarti finished
"Maybe she was under the Imperious curse and Malfoy was angry because when she was beginning to fight it" Ron concluded. There was mutual agreement amongst the 7th Graders. Yet Hermione was not there to tell them, that it was impossible for her to have been under the imperious curse. Due to the mismatch of the symptoms.
"We need to revolt against those Deatheaters, and restore Hogwarts" Ron said this. Once again everyone agreed. They needed to have a revolution.
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It had been a little over 3 weeks and the only company Hermione had gotten was houselfs; which did not really count because they never really spoke to her. She was so deprived of humans. This had been the longest time without the company of people and she hated it. She missed her family and friends so much. Her parents did not know she was pregnant by the boy she had complained about consistently at home. They did not know she was locked in some old teacher's room guarded by trolls outside.
If truth be told she was really comfortable in the room. There were many tapestries, many of them showed Merlin, Morgan LeFay and other famous witches and wizards through out history, most of them who she had recognized she had spent ample amounts of time looking at them, at first it was because she was looking at some secret exit but then she just grew fond of them, mainly because it made her feel less alone.
The other thing she grew deeply fond of was the bookshelves. All of them were novels. So she did spend a good deal reading and excising her mind. When she read, all her worries were forgotten, and she was transformed into another world. Each romance novel she read, all she could do was picture herself as the heroine of the story. She knew that it was all a little immature, but it was one way to forget all her worries.
The baby itself was beginning to show, just slightly; making the whole thing a little more realistic. She knew that if this baby was a boy. He would be raised a Malfoy, a born monster, a killer. He would kill muggles, and muggleborns just like her. That was scary, she might be conceiving a monster. But if it was a girl, her whole life would be ruin at birth serving her father and his father as no more than a slave.
Draco, came in that mourning, to see a sleeping Hermione. "She looks so angelic and happy asleep." He thought slowly and pulled a stool up to her bed and just stood there looking at her. She stirred, and yawned slowly, awaking into the sharp gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. It took her second to realize, and her eyes finally widened.
She was surprised to see him, part of her happy and the other part upset. Part of her had really wanted him to come just to see human kind. To talk to someone aside herself. Yet another part of her feared what exactly they would talk about. Each time he had come, he told her something bad, her baby's fate, and Harry's death, each time it got worse. She did not want to know what tragedy he had come to tell her. She scowled at him.
Harry looked at the red-haired woman in surprised "How did you know who I was" he asked slowly, looking into her ecstatic blue eyes.
"I know every thing" she said this with the at most knowledge. She too was looking at him "My name is Amiaca, I am the greatest Sorceress of this land." She continued "Which you have trespassed."
"I am sorry," Harry said "I did not mean to, I was trying to escape from the clutches of Lord Voldemort."
"I know" she said slowly, I have been watching you, with curiosty as can be imagined. "You escape the Dark Lord for the 5th time when very few people have done it once, that itself is curious, and being his own grandson, only more curious. And to top it all you found The Sacred Entrance, which no man or woman has found for centauries, even when they were actually looking for it. But You, you found it on pure accident"
"Not to be rude or any thing, but how do you know all of this?" Harry asked, slowly. She smile at him slowly.
"From Premonitions, mainly. But I can see the world through the sacred water." Harry was slightly confused and she obviously noticed. "I can see what is going on in the present, past and rarely the visible future. What the water shows me or whoever is looking at it what's most important at the time. From the Premonitions I see similar things, accept it is on my own divination." She obviously wanted no more questions by her impatient looks, but that did not stop Harry From asking.
"Why are they no old people, and why are none of the them sad or happy for that matter." Although not really wanting to go into the concept she ansowered his question willingly.
"My Great, great, great, great so on so forth, Grandmother believed that should be no unhappiness, and any negative feelings in the world. When she told other people her utopia almost all of them thought it was a bad idea. However there were a few who did agree so behind the government's back; she created a society where there was no unhappiness. So no death, hate, jealousy, greed, age, disease etc. Well anyways since there was nothing bad, than there could be nothing good, because the people could no longer feel positive thoughts because they had nothing to compare it to. So all feelings were lost accept for her heir of females they were the only ones who could feel both positive and negative feelings. Understand?"
"More or less, Do you have heir" he said this without thinking and regretted a second later. She looked sadly into his eyes.
"No she died a while back."
"I am sorry," Harry said.
"Well anyways lets not talk about this, come with me." He did not say anything in return and followed her to the adjoining room. She led him to adjoined room. It was very light, windows at all sides, and a stain glass on the circular roof. In the Center of the stain glass, was a circle that was not covered. The silvery water lay above it; but it was not sinking in. A Ray of light could be seen and reflected into a fountain of water, which was identical to the silvery water (A/N I am sorry if it is a little confusing)
He looked into the fountain and Saw Hermione, waking up at Malfoy's side. He saw Hermione, scowling at Malfoy and saw Malfoy giving her a smirk, and then saw him place a hand on her stomach.
Everything blurred and then he saw an older version of himself, sitting on a black velvet throne. To his right what looked like Draco Malfoy accept with slightly darker hair and all together more evil with a dark cloak. To his left he saw a young beautiful with dark blonde hair, pale skin. She too had gray eyes, but her's were of kindness, she was also dressed in white garments.
Once again the fountain blurred. Now he saw Amiaca, and the notorious Voldemort, at this point known as Tom Marvalo Riddle. Kissing in some pasture, the image quickly faded and he saw Voldemort leaving and Amiaca crying and screaming at him. Then he saw Amiaca holding a baby girl with identical red hair to her own but had the same green eyes as Tom Marvolo Riddle, and same color eyes as his own. Harry saw her put the baby on a doorstep. Once again she was crying hard. Before she disappeared in to the cold night hair. The image faded for the last time
Everything was beginning to make sense
When Draco, saw Hermione scowl at him, he was slightly hurt but he to gave her a mean smirk.
"Have not seen you for awhile?" He said
"Thankfully," she said in return although she was slightly lying.
"Yes well, not here to see you, that's for sure. More to see how the Baby is doing" He moved closer to her and placed his fingers on her womb.
She nodded at his comment "Healthy" she told him.
"Apparently" he said and then "make sure to keep it that way" He finished
"I don't have much choice, do I?" She asked, however it was more of a comment than a question.
He answered it anyways "No you don't" he said it rather harshly. They were both silent. "Seeing that the baby is fine, I best be on my way now. Would not want to be late for class." His last comment stung her; he had meant it that way. While her life had been turned upside down and ruined, he still got to live his and get an education. He stood up. He was not going to tell her Harry was still alive it would make her to happy. He wanted her to be miserable.
"Malfoy, wait. After this baby is borne," she paused
"Yea," He said in return
"What is going to happen to me?" she asked.
"I don't Know, I honestly don't know." He gave her one last look before closing the bedroom door and hurried out for class.
The entire remaining 7th grade Gryffindors were meeting in the Kitchen. Ron Weasily who had been just released from torture was amongst them.
"What happened to Hermione?" Ron asked when he realized that one of his best friends was not with him.
"We don't know, Malfoy took her out of the room when she could not decide whether to join The Dark side or take slavery. No one has seen her since." Lavender told him.
"I would have thought Hermione would have never join Voldemort and rather take slavery" Said Dean
"So Malfoy just took her out of the room?" Ron asked
"Said he wanted to help her come to a decision, and that was the last we saw of her." Dean Thomas finished
"Something was wrong, she had been acting very strange even before that." Pavarti finished
"Maybe she was under the Imperious curse and Malfoy was angry because when she was beginning to fight it" Ron concluded. There was mutual agreement amongst the 7th Graders. Yet Hermione was not there to tell them, that it was impossible for her to have been under the imperious curse. Due to the mismatch of the symptoms.
"We need to revolt against those Deatheaters, and restore Hogwarts" Ron said this. Once again everyone agreed. They needed to have a revolution.
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