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Draco stepped back once more; the dark lord was too close for comfort. Had Draco actually woken up? Had the dark lord offered him the world? Suddenly he realized something rather obvious, he was alone. There was no one there to help him, Hermione was not about to wake up and jump into action, and Draco thought about different spells he could use to revive her. But non-would be of any use if Voldemont stood as close as he was forever.
"Why did you pick me?" He asked straightening, trying not to look intimidated, though he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ear. "Why not Hermione, why me? She has the same amount of power as I do." All he could think off was to bye time, and he did, Voldemont seemed to be taking his time with the answer. And even tough as it was Draco stood his ground, waiting rather bravely for the answer.
"Will." He said simply, answering to the fear that ate Draco in the back of his mind. Had all those years, under his father's control, taken toll on him? Had the words unwillingly coming out of his mouth, hurt is willpower. "The girl is pure. You, on the other hand, are corrupt. You heart dampened, with the power that flows in your veins, you are greedy, and you would use your powers eventually, with or without me, to take control, to make them beg for mercy. You will do it for every time someone compared you to Potter, you will do it twice as many times for every time you compare yourself to Potter." He stepped back into the light and Draco could see his eyes glowing in the dim light. " But you will never kill Potter, you will keep him to watch, for spite. I on the other hand will kill him; crush him compress his memory until, we, are known as the great dark lords, and Potter could do nothing. Their dear Potter, unable, powerless to stop us. That way, when you do compare yourself to him, the word victory will be in that memory. Because that's all Potter will be. A memory." Draco knew the horror could be seen plainly on his face, but didn't do anything to hide it. He clutched at his neck, a painful lump growing; he stepped closer to the wizard, who in turn looked a little surprised at his reaction.
"Voldemont," Draco hissed, surprised he hadn't flinched. "You are out of line." Draco was as surprised the evil wizard in front of him, but continued in a calm steady voice. "I, like yourself has said, am very powerful, I can kill you with one spell. No matter what you use to protect yourself. My power can eat through anything you hit me with." Draco, as slowly and as unobvious as he could, slid his wand out of his pocket, holding his breath. But Voldemont had seen and shot a spell at Draco. Instantly his wand shot up capturing the spell, and to his horror a ear-splitting screech escaped, slicing the air like a razor. Voldemont had a glazed over look, but it was only a second before he composed himself, showing no bewilderment of Draco's wand's actions.
"I see you have come more prepared. I can see you have also gotten help from my old friend Jonah. I an also see he has perfected his craft." Draco was now beyond confused. How did Voldemont know about Jonah? But, then he thought, he knew that this wasn't really Voldemont.
"Damien," He uttered the name like it tasted disgusting on his tongue. Damien bowed, deep and low. And when he rose his face had changed, into a smother less snake like one, a cruel smile cracked across his pale lips.
"At your examination, I was wondering if you would forever call me by his name, I got that enough from his death eaters. And if you know Jonah you must have met Anika, the witch is much like your friend, headstrong, she was tortured for five days before she said a thing. I suppose that's why she wastes her time on the two of you. She would have rather died then give anything away, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure. She was a thorn. As was her descendent, one you call Lily Potter, but like Lily, she is disposable." Then Draco got it, the reason Anika looked like Lily Potter, because she had done what Damien had. "I am not so happy, though, on how my own descendent fell out of power. Letting that girl place a spell on the Potter boy." Draco groaned inwardly, not letting the fear show in any way. If Potter needed help he would need help also. Draco cursed at himself for doing just what Damien said he would. " I wouldn't do anything drastic." Damien was eyeing Draco's wand. "I will only offer this to you once more, then after that, if you do not except, you will die. But not before I kill your little friend, yes I think you will watch." He snapped his fingers once more and Hermione let out another cry, louder this time, with more pain and fear. Draco thought of his only options, he tried to devise a quick plan but nothing came to him. He could only do one thing to save Hermione.
"Fine, I'll join you."
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"Sit still boy." Anika said to an agitated Ron who would pace, mutter to himself, insist to go back then sit. Anika had her head in her hands, trying to think on what could she do. Going to the future was out of the question that could change all of history. She had another idea but it was way too perilous. When Ron had asked what was going on, Jonah had explained to him of what had been happening and he went mad. He worried about Hermione and Harry. It was not that Anika wasn't worried, she was, but she also knew that they could win this, and that they probably would soon.
"I have to go back." Ron said for the millionth time. Anika finally decided to put her idea to the test.
"I agree." She said rising from her seat in front of the window. Both Ron and Jonah looked at her as if she were mad.
"Are you mad?" Jonah said turning from his spot by the wall to look at her. Anika laughed.
"Probably, but we cant go, Wynn cant go, we need someone to go." Jonah jumped as if he got an idea.
"Konhel!" He said as if it had to make perfect sense. "We have to get him here, and we have to get him to give us the sword." He ran out of the room screaming for Wynn.
"Konhel? Sword? Now what's going on?" Ron got up from his chair and looked to where Johan had disappeared
" Konhel is a friend, a muggel. He has the ownership of the only sword that can stop time." Anika's face lit up, Ron could see the hope flooding onto her face. She grabbed Ron's arm and ran after Johan. " We can stop time here, and go to the future."
"How does it work?" Ron asked, still being pulled along the twisting halls. "Are you sure it will work?"
" It works by unsheathing and tapping it, that will stop time for all but the person, or people touching it. And it has never failed to work. We can use the time-turner." They turned a corner and bumped into Johan, latterly. They all fell to the ground in a tangle.
"Sorry," Johan said getting up then helping the other two up, Ron nursing his elbow, Anika her head. But they didn't was a time, soon they were running to the door, where Konhel was to be within seconds. He lived only 15 minutes away at the next manor, but Johan had used a spell to make him arrive quickly. And, as they opened the door, Konhel was raising his hand to knock.
"Come in," Ron could see the sword at his side.
"What was that all about Johan?" Konhel asked closing the door behind him. Anika look ready to spell the whole thing to him when Johan held up his hand.
"Think you could help us with something?"
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Damien smiled, looking over Draco's shoulder at Hermione. "Good, I knew you would come where you belong, on the dark side. I don't think I'll need to hurt your friend any longer." He snapped his fingers twice, as Draco turned to see Hermione, he heard her waking up. She opened her eyes into little brown slits, squinting at her surroundings. When her eyes fell on Damien, they became wide and hateful. Draco went to her side, but she moved away. Looking at her arms tied to a tree, then to his free ones, his wand out. She could think of only two things. Draco came to save her or Draco was in league Voldemont. In that order, doubting Draco every second more she spent stuck. But that wasn't Voldemont. Harry had described Voldemont to a T. He had taken on a more snake like appearance in his resurrection.
"Damien." She whispered to herself, looking from Damien to Draco then back again. She knew if she wanted to get out of the mess she was in she would have to ask one of the wizards before her. Too afraid to talk to the newfound enemy she controlled her thoughts toward Draco.
'Malfoy. What the hell is going on?' Draco almost jumped at her use of his last name, but kept still trying not to make it obvious they were talking telepathically.
'Well, many things. I was just offered the world and I took him up on the offer.'
'You did what?' Hermione screamed, her voice, no longer soft, killing his ears.
'Calm down Hermione, it was just a way of getting the spell off you.' Draco could see a spot of relief on Hermione's face, he was glad she believed him.
"Now boy, its time to prove your loyalty. Kill the girl." Draco stepped further from the wizard; once again he was in a hard spot. But what was there to do? He couldn't kill Hermione, he wouldn't. He could hear Hermione speaking to him mentally but he wouldn't listen, thinking hard he tried too move closer to Hermione without being seen.
"Why does she have to die?" He said trying once again to bye time. "I don't think so, no I don't want to kill her. There is no reason-you said you wouldn't hurt her." He knew he sounded like a child but he didn't care.
"I know I said I wouldn't hurt her, I didn't say anything about you not hurting her, no do it. Or do the both of you want to die?" Damien looked murderous. Once again Draco heard Hermione, but thins time he listened.
'Do it. Kill me.' Draco jumped, unable to hide his surprise.
'What are you talking about? I wont kill you there is no way in the world.'
' Kill me then him. Do it. Then go to the front of the forest and attack the army of death eaters. Remember the spell? Its Laberain-jentorestina-kllomeds-damello.'
'I can remember the spell but I will not kill you.' Draco now turned to Hermione, unafraid of what Damien might think or say. 'There has to be some other way of doing this.' Then he thought of something. 'Where is your wand?' Hermione's face concentrated for a second.
'In my pocket, the idiot left it in my pocket.' She sounded like this was stupid of the evil wizard, but the best thing for them. If only it would work.
'When I shoot the spell the wand will react, as soon as I shoot the spell at you act dead, and then I'll turn around and get bozo over there.'
'Do you think it will work?'
'Its my plan, my plans always work.'
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AN: I don't like to leave with these many loose ends, but I'm sure I will get to the next part real soon. Now to leave you with a preview.
Will Draco's plan work or leave himself and Hermione in more danger? Will the plan Anika has worked out work, or will going into the future change with their appearance, even with the sward? What would happen if nothing went the way they planed? Well you have to wait to see. ^_- And p.s.: I would like some of you to at least look at my other fic. I'm thinking of going on with it, but i wont if i don't get reviews. So if you have read it review, if you hadden't please go ahead an do so. ^_- Anyways Later Days. ^_~
Draco stepped back once more; the dark lord was too close for comfort. Had Draco actually woken up? Had the dark lord offered him the world? Suddenly he realized something rather obvious, he was alone. There was no one there to help him, Hermione was not about to wake up and jump into action, and Draco thought about different spells he could use to revive her. But non-would be of any use if Voldemont stood as close as he was forever.
"Why did you pick me?" He asked straightening, trying not to look intimidated, though he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ear. "Why not Hermione, why me? She has the same amount of power as I do." All he could think off was to bye time, and he did, Voldemont seemed to be taking his time with the answer. And even tough as it was Draco stood his ground, waiting rather bravely for the answer.
"Will." He said simply, answering to the fear that ate Draco in the back of his mind. Had all those years, under his father's control, taken toll on him? Had the words unwillingly coming out of his mouth, hurt is willpower. "The girl is pure. You, on the other hand, are corrupt. You heart dampened, with the power that flows in your veins, you are greedy, and you would use your powers eventually, with or without me, to take control, to make them beg for mercy. You will do it for every time someone compared you to Potter, you will do it twice as many times for every time you compare yourself to Potter." He stepped back into the light and Draco could see his eyes glowing in the dim light. " But you will never kill Potter, you will keep him to watch, for spite. I on the other hand will kill him; crush him compress his memory until, we, are known as the great dark lords, and Potter could do nothing. Their dear Potter, unable, powerless to stop us. That way, when you do compare yourself to him, the word victory will be in that memory. Because that's all Potter will be. A memory." Draco knew the horror could be seen plainly on his face, but didn't do anything to hide it. He clutched at his neck, a painful lump growing; he stepped closer to the wizard, who in turn looked a little surprised at his reaction.
"Voldemont," Draco hissed, surprised he hadn't flinched. "You are out of line." Draco was as surprised the evil wizard in front of him, but continued in a calm steady voice. "I, like yourself has said, am very powerful, I can kill you with one spell. No matter what you use to protect yourself. My power can eat through anything you hit me with." Draco, as slowly and as unobvious as he could, slid his wand out of his pocket, holding his breath. But Voldemont had seen and shot a spell at Draco. Instantly his wand shot up capturing the spell, and to his horror a ear-splitting screech escaped, slicing the air like a razor. Voldemont had a glazed over look, but it was only a second before he composed himself, showing no bewilderment of Draco's wand's actions.
"I see you have come more prepared. I can see you have also gotten help from my old friend Jonah. I an also see he has perfected his craft." Draco was now beyond confused. How did Voldemont know about Jonah? But, then he thought, he knew that this wasn't really Voldemont.
"Damien," He uttered the name like it tasted disgusting on his tongue. Damien bowed, deep and low. And when he rose his face had changed, into a smother less snake like one, a cruel smile cracked across his pale lips.
"At your examination, I was wondering if you would forever call me by his name, I got that enough from his death eaters. And if you know Jonah you must have met Anika, the witch is much like your friend, headstrong, she was tortured for five days before she said a thing. I suppose that's why she wastes her time on the two of you. She would have rather died then give anything away, but I wouldn't give her the pleasure. She was a thorn. As was her descendent, one you call Lily Potter, but like Lily, she is disposable." Then Draco got it, the reason Anika looked like Lily Potter, because she had done what Damien had. "I am not so happy, though, on how my own descendent fell out of power. Letting that girl place a spell on the Potter boy." Draco groaned inwardly, not letting the fear show in any way. If Potter needed help he would need help also. Draco cursed at himself for doing just what Damien said he would. " I wouldn't do anything drastic." Damien was eyeing Draco's wand. "I will only offer this to you once more, then after that, if you do not except, you will die. But not before I kill your little friend, yes I think you will watch." He snapped his fingers once more and Hermione let out another cry, louder this time, with more pain and fear. Draco thought of his only options, he tried to devise a quick plan but nothing came to him. He could only do one thing to save Hermione.
"Fine, I'll join you."
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"Sit still boy." Anika said to an agitated Ron who would pace, mutter to himself, insist to go back then sit. Anika had her head in her hands, trying to think on what could she do. Going to the future was out of the question that could change all of history. She had another idea but it was way too perilous. When Ron had asked what was going on, Jonah had explained to him of what had been happening and he went mad. He worried about Hermione and Harry. It was not that Anika wasn't worried, she was, but she also knew that they could win this, and that they probably would soon.
"I have to go back." Ron said for the millionth time. Anika finally decided to put her idea to the test.
"I agree." She said rising from her seat in front of the window. Both Ron and Jonah looked at her as if she were mad.
"Are you mad?" Jonah said turning from his spot by the wall to look at her. Anika laughed.
"Probably, but we cant go, Wynn cant go, we need someone to go." Jonah jumped as if he got an idea.
"Konhel!" He said as if it had to make perfect sense. "We have to get him here, and we have to get him to give us the sword." He ran out of the room screaming for Wynn.
"Konhel? Sword? Now what's going on?" Ron got up from his chair and looked to where Johan had disappeared
" Konhel is a friend, a muggel. He has the ownership of the only sword that can stop time." Anika's face lit up, Ron could see the hope flooding onto her face. She grabbed Ron's arm and ran after Johan. " We can stop time here, and go to the future."
"How does it work?" Ron asked, still being pulled along the twisting halls. "Are you sure it will work?"
" It works by unsheathing and tapping it, that will stop time for all but the person, or people touching it. And it has never failed to work. We can use the time-turner." They turned a corner and bumped into Johan, latterly. They all fell to the ground in a tangle.
"Sorry," Johan said getting up then helping the other two up, Ron nursing his elbow, Anika her head. But they didn't was a time, soon they were running to the door, where Konhel was to be within seconds. He lived only 15 minutes away at the next manor, but Johan had used a spell to make him arrive quickly. And, as they opened the door, Konhel was raising his hand to knock.
"Come in," Ron could see the sword at his side.
"What was that all about Johan?" Konhel asked closing the door behind him. Anika look ready to spell the whole thing to him when Johan held up his hand.
"Think you could help us with something?"
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Damien smiled, looking over Draco's shoulder at Hermione. "Good, I knew you would come where you belong, on the dark side. I don't think I'll need to hurt your friend any longer." He snapped his fingers twice, as Draco turned to see Hermione, he heard her waking up. She opened her eyes into little brown slits, squinting at her surroundings. When her eyes fell on Damien, they became wide and hateful. Draco went to her side, but she moved away. Looking at her arms tied to a tree, then to his free ones, his wand out. She could think of only two things. Draco came to save her or Draco was in league Voldemont. In that order, doubting Draco every second more she spent stuck. But that wasn't Voldemont. Harry had described Voldemont to a T. He had taken on a more snake like appearance in his resurrection.
"Damien." She whispered to herself, looking from Damien to Draco then back again. She knew if she wanted to get out of the mess she was in she would have to ask one of the wizards before her. Too afraid to talk to the newfound enemy she controlled her thoughts toward Draco.
'Malfoy. What the hell is going on?' Draco almost jumped at her use of his last name, but kept still trying not to make it obvious they were talking telepathically.
'Well, many things. I was just offered the world and I took him up on the offer.'
'You did what?' Hermione screamed, her voice, no longer soft, killing his ears.
'Calm down Hermione, it was just a way of getting the spell off you.' Draco could see a spot of relief on Hermione's face, he was glad she believed him.
"Now boy, its time to prove your loyalty. Kill the girl." Draco stepped further from the wizard; once again he was in a hard spot. But what was there to do? He couldn't kill Hermione, he wouldn't. He could hear Hermione speaking to him mentally but he wouldn't listen, thinking hard he tried too move closer to Hermione without being seen.
"Why does she have to die?" He said trying once again to bye time. "I don't think so, no I don't want to kill her. There is no reason-you said you wouldn't hurt her." He knew he sounded like a child but he didn't care.
"I know I said I wouldn't hurt her, I didn't say anything about you not hurting her, no do it. Or do the both of you want to die?" Damien looked murderous. Once again Draco heard Hermione, but thins time he listened.
'Do it. Kill me.' Draco jumped, unable to hide his surprise.
'What are you talking about? I wont kill you there is no way in the world.'
' Kill me then him. Do it. Then go to the front of the forest and attack the army of death eaters. Remember the spell? Its Laberain-jentorestina-kllomeds-damello.'
'I can remember the spell but I will not kill you.' Draco now turned to Hermione, unafraid of what Damien might think or say. 'There has to be some other way of doing this.' Then he thought of something. 'Where is your wand?' Hermione's face concentrated for a second.
'In my pocket, the idiot left it in my pocket.' She sounded like this was stupid of the evil wizard, but the best thing for them. If only it would work.
'When I shoot the spell the wand will react, as soon as I shoot the spell at you act dead, and then I'll turn around and get bozo over there.'
'Do you think it will work?'
'Its my plan, my plans always work.'
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AN: I don't like to leave with these many loose ends, but I'm sure I will get to the next part real soon. Now to leave you with a preview.
Will Draco's plan work or leave himself and Hermione in more danger? Will the plan Anika has worked out work, or will going into the future change with their appearance, even with the sward? What would happen if nothing went the way they planed? Well you have to wait to see. ^_- And p.s.: I would like some of you to at least look at my other fic. I'm thinking of going on with it, but i wont if i don't get reviews. So if you have read it review, if you hadden't please go ahead an do so. ^_- Anyways Later Days. ^_~