Hey guys!!! I am soooooo sorry it took me this long but this is a REALLY important chapter. I hope you guys like it. I'm kinda mad because I got me first flame. It's a turning point in life, but we all must go on. Well, you're here, and that either means that you're curious or that you care; that's good enough for me. Thanks, Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: I am not yet gifted to create my own opera, Broadway play, or best-selling novel (like J.K. Rowling, Disney, or Verdi). I hope to one day, but for now I'll just write fan fiction.
Chapter 17 - New
Well, what was there to do. No one had a wand, other than Lucius, so really there was nothing that was stopping him from killing Hermione and Harry right then, well, everything except the little death speech he had prepared. The ring lay silently on the floor.
"Why?" Lucius asked simply. "Why would you throw away a perfect opportunity?"
"I did it because it's your life, not mine." Draco said, trying to hide his eminent hatred.
"It's all her, isn't it?" Lucius asked. "Everything was fine until she showed up. You were fine with everything. Well, that's all going to change. I'll kill her, you'll deny every notion of knowing her, and we'll be back to normal."
"It's not her. She's the first one that actually made me see what my life is, nothing. It will never be back to normal. What about that little secret you're hiding father?" Draco asked, taking a step forward to his father, now turning a sick gray color.
"If you tell, you'll be after her. Anyway, you'll be dead; I'll have you killed for high treason." Lucius answered.
"That's fine with me. You're only throwing your own life away." Draco said.
"That's enough! Advada Keda…" Lucius started, but he was cut off by Harry ramming him in the ribs.
"Hermione, take the ring and go. They need you more than me." Harry said, evidently in some kind of pain.
"No, I'm not taking anymore lives. If it's my life he wants, then let him take it." She stood up, the ring clutched in her hand. "I'm the only reason this started. I might as well be the one to end it."
Lucius looked as if every single gift-giving holiday had come early. He had a plan working. He'd kill the mudblood, kill Potter (his life-long dream), and then place his son under the Imperius curse and make him follow the life he'd always wanted to live.
"Fine then," Lucius said finitely. "If you had joined the death-eaters, you would find that no one should die without proper torturing."
"No," said Harry courageously. "I will not let you kill her. I don't care if you kill me, although you do. You pleaded with Voldemort to let you kill me. You were the first to make sure that I had the constant reminder that I had failed at something that Draco had excelled in."
"Of course," Draco said slowly. "You hate nothing more than mere failure. Unless it is from someone that you dislike. You have no open mind; no change. Everything is planned and scheduled. You plant in your mind a false belief that all people are born the way that they will grow up. You place yourself higher than those that have worked harder than you to get to their meager positions."
"The value of life is not what you'll be, but what you are now." Lucius said. "Back to business. Crucio!"
Harry was hit. Pain swept over him and he doubled over. Draco attacked his father while Hermione put the ring in Harry's finger, muttered the words, and he was off. Hermione heard a loud noise, and then saw what was going on. She had an idea.
"Draco, get off him," she said clearly. "Like I said if he wants to take my life, then let him do it."
"No, I won't stand for it. There's no way thaa…" he heard the noises too. Then he shut up.
"You're exactly right," Lucius said, now shaking like a mad man. "It's all your fault. It's better if you just die."
The sound came to the door at the exact moment that Lucius raised his wand. Voldemort was leading a group of soldiers.
"Sire," Draco shouted, making Lucius whirl around. "This man had committed adultery with one of your more important lovers. Then used her to get power."
"Lucius," Voldemort said, his eyes boring into him. "Do you succumb to this boys' accusations."
"They are true," Lucius stuttered. "But nothing compared to the high treason he has committed with this slave; within a week of his own marriage."
Everyone stood there, silent at the shock that had resulted from the facts that had just been revealed. Anywhere else, this would have been settled in a calm manner, but on the dark side, this was worthy of capital punishment on all three cases, and that meant death.
A/N: Like I said, this was a really hard chapter to write. I'm sorry for being late, but as soon as I get my long Christmas break, I'll finish the story up. Well, lots of goldenrod yellow shirts, cute little snowman mints, and the really weird dessert mints you get at Cracker Barrel to my reviewers. I'm not hinting that my reviewers have bad breath, just that these mints are so yummy that I'm willing to share. Love always, Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: I am not yet gifted to create my own opera, Broadway play, or best-selling novel (like J.K. Rowling, Disney, or Verdi). I hope to one day, but for now I'll just write fan fiction.
Chapter 17 - New
Well, what was there to do. No one had a wand, other than Lucius, so really there was nothing that was stopping him from killing Hermione and Harry right then, well, everything except the little death speech he had prepared. The ring lay silently on the floor.
"Why?" Lucius asked simply. "Why would you throw away a perfect opportunity?"
"I did it because it's your life, not mine." Draco said, trying to hide his eminent hatred.
"It's all her, isn't it?" Lucius asked. "Everything was fine until she showed up. You were fine with everything. Well, that's all going to change. I'll kill her, you'll deny every notion of knowing her, and we'll be back to normal."
"It's not her. She's the first one that actually made me see what my life is, nothing. It will never be back to normal. What about that little secret you're hiding father?" Draco asked, taking a step forward to his father, now turning a sick gray color.
"If you tell, you'll be after her. Anyway, you'll be dead; I'll have you killed for high treason." Lucius answered.
"That's fine with me. You're only throwing your own life away." Draco said.
"That's enough! Advada Keda…" Lucius started, but he was cut off by Harry ramming him in the ribs.
"Hermione, take the ring and go. They need you more than me." Harry said, evidently in some kind of pain.
"No, I'm not taking anymore lives. If it's my life he wants, then let him take it." She stood up, the ring clutched in her hand. "I'm the only reason this started. I might as well be the one to end it."
Lucius looked as if every single gift-giving holiday had come early. He had a plan working. He'd kill the mudblood, kill Potter (his life-long dream), and then place his son under the Imperius curse and make him follow the life he'd always wanted to live.
"Fine then," Lucius said finitely. "If you had joined the death-eaters, you would find that no one should die without proper torturing."
"No," said Harry courageously. "I will not let you kill her. I don't care if you kill me, although you do. You pleaded with Voldemort to let you kill me. You were the first to make sure that I had the constant reminder that I had failed at something that Draco had excelled in."
"Of course," Draco said slowly. "You hate nothing more than mere failure. Unless it is from someone that you dislike. You have no open mind; no change. Everything is planned and scheduled. You plant in your mind a false belief that all people are born the way that they will grow up. You place yourself higher than those that have worked harder than you to get to their meager positions."
"The value of life is not what you'll be, but what you are now." Lucius said. "Back to business. Crucio!"
Harry was hit. Pain swept over him and he doubled over. Draco attacked his father while Hermione put the ring in Harry's finger, muttered the words, and he was off. Hermione heard a loud noise, and then saw what was going on. She had an idea.
"Draco, get off him," she said clearly. "Like I said if he wants to take my life, then let him do it."
"No, I won't stand for it. There's no way thaa…" he heard the noises too. Then he shut up.
"You're exactly right," Lucius said, now shaking like a mad man. "It's all your fault. It's better if you just die."
The sound came to the door at the exact moment that Lucius raised his wand. Voldemort was leading a group of soldiers.
"Sire," Draco shouted, making Lucius whirl around. "This man had committed adultery with one of your more important lovers. Then used her to get power."
"Lucius," Voldemort said, his eyes boring into him. "Do you succumb to this boys' accusations."
"They are true," Lucius stuttered. "But nothing compared to the high treason he has committed with this slave; within a week of his own marriage."
Everyone stood there, silent at the shock that had resulted from the facts that had just been revealed. Anywhere else, this would have been settled in a calm manner, but on the dark side, this was worthy of capital punishment on all three cases, and that meant death.
A/N: Like I said, this was a really hard chapter to write. I'm sorry for being late, but as soon as I get my long Christmas break, I'll finish the story up. Well, lots of goldenrod yellow shirts, cute little snowman mints, and the really weird dessert mints you get at Cracker Barrel to my reviewers. I'm not hinting that my reviewers have bad breath, just that these mints are so yummy that I'm willing to share. Love always, Epequa ;)
