Harry, Ron and Hermione got on with life as usual over the next day ( usual
being getting into loads of trouble, finding out some dark secret about
someone, visiting Harry's criminal Godfather…and playing Quidditch well,
Ron and Harry played anyway). Hermione refused to tell them about her
little meetings with Malfoy as she doubted she would get past the first
sentence – " Erm…Malfoy attacked me in the library and it turns out that…"
– before they would have blown their tops apon hearing that name and gone
off to kill him. Which would have been fine with her except that he knew
stuff that he wasn't supposed to and she needed to know how. Also there was
the tiny fact that Ron and Harry didn't know that she was adopted and
wouldn't take it too lightly that Malfoy knew before they did. Not good. So
she kept it to herself and carried on studying for her next exam…even
though it wasn't for another 6 months (that loony Voldemort side of her
shining through I see!).
She was in the library, a book lay open on the table but she didn't even know what it was about! She hadn't given it a glimpse. She was busy thinking about Malfoy as she usually was given the past events. God, I could kill him…well I couldn't but I could damn well try! How the HELL did he know…when will he tell me? A sudden thought passed into her head that made her heart skip a beat – what if he knows who my real parents are? But she gave it a kick up the as out of her head and carried on daydreaming about the many possible ways Malfoy could have found out about her. She was so busy laughing about one insane idea that had just popped into her head she didn't hear the door almost silently open and close again. Nor did she hear the soft pad of footsteps approaching her – and she obviously hadn't cleaned her ears that morning because she couldn't even hear when a certain blond boy lift his wand and whisper the curse he had looked up that morning. It was called "Laviandras" and he had practised it in his dorm room on Crabbe and Goyle. All he had to do was point his wand at Granger, mutter the words Lavia under his breath and she would be out cold until he cast the "Sardnaival" spell which would wake her. He almost felt sorry for her…she was going to get one hell of a shock when she woke up and found out who her dad was. Well, he almost felt sorry for her anyway. He couldn't help but feel excited just thinking about the look on her face… he would have to get Colin to take a couple of his photos. This had better work…mind you – if it worked on those two heffalumps of wizards then it should work on the smallish girl in front of me. He pointed his wand at the back of her neck as the spell had instructed and whispered as quietly but clearly as he could, "Lavia". A turquoise light flew soundlessly out of the end of his wand and hit Hermione. She felt a cold, but quite soft feeling hit her on the back of the neck. " Ow! What the…" but before she could finish, to Draco's relief she had collapsed into a heap on the floor. He ran forward and checked her pulse to make sure he hadn't killed her or anything. She was breathing. Good. He glanced up at the book she was reading – "carrots, hairbrushes, socks – anyone can be you friend!" Weird! Wonder why she was reading that? I didn't even know these kind of books existed. He flung the book on the floor and scribbled a note with his wand, that he had charmed to do Grangers handwriting, saying gone to Hogsmeade – don't worry about me. Need to buy some study books. Bye! Meet you later. Love Hermione xxx. He added the kisses for extra authenticity. You're just too good at this Draco he told himself as he flung Hermione over his shoulder and trudged towards the door. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and Hermione, another one he'd learnt in the morning (He has been busy!). He made it outside and waited for Lucios to arrive. He took Hermione off his shoulder and plonked her on the ground impatiently. Where is he? He is never late? He checked his watch. 11:43 pm. Five minutes late. Damn. Just as he started to whistle a random song that cut through the Winter darkness a familiar popping sound came and a dark hooded figure apperated in front of Draco's eyes. "Hi dad, what took you?" He asked looking up as the hooded figure pulled back his hood to reveal his dad's pale face. " Well son, you know what Voldemort's like! He kept on wanting me to go over the dance he wants us to do. Says it's got to be perfect for his baby girl. Anyhow, you want to be more polite when speaking to your father." He glared down at his son. Draco muttered a sarcastic "sorry" and Lucios was just about to have a go at him when his eyes drifted over to the lump dressed in a Hogwarts robe lying silently in a heap on the grass. "That's her? Are you sure?" Lucios looked up cautiously at his son before looking back down at the girl. "Her badge says Gryffindor! You better not have been mixing with her sort. Always thought they were better than us Slytherins. I'm sure Voldemort will be most disappointed." Draco just kept nodding and staring at the floor. He wanted to just hurry up and get to the ceremony – it sounded like fun (apart from the dance that is). He could hear his fathers voice saying something about what spell he must have used to get her to go unconscious. Finally Lucios said "Merlin, look at the time! Lets get going then." He looked expectantly at Draco and Draco realised that he wanted him to carry Granger. He sighed heavily and pulled her up onto his shoulder. He held his dads arm and with a small pop they disaperated.
They arrived suddenly in a dark place. The only source of light was from a blazing fire in the centre of a circle. The circle was made up of cloaked people eagerly awaiting the arrival of The Daughter. When Draco came out from behind his father, Voldemort swept forward grinning his distorted face off. "Ooh, lets have a look at her!" He squealed as he tugged her off of Dracos shoulder. Tears came to his eyes and he drew a pink flowered hanky from within the depths of his cloak and blew his crooked nose loudly. " Oh, she is the one! I can tell just by the way she sleeps! Come on Colin – I feel a camera moment coming on!" Colin rushed forward camera in hand and began taking picture after picture of Voldemort and his Daughter reunited at last. Voldemort handed her back to Malfoy and glided into the centre of the circle. " Ahem! Let the ceremony begin! As you know my Daughter will be tied to that stake over there. She will then be stripped of her uniform and given a whole new wardrobe – different shades of black robes should do. I want the special edition Dark Mark to be prepared and the dancers to assume their places. Lets get this party started!!!" He roared and followed it by a loud WAHOO!! As he skipped back over to Draco, who was now alone with Hermione as his father had gone off to check a dance step with another death eater. " Erm…Voldie?" Draco asked cautiously,
"Yes boy? You know you shall be rewarded for this! Will a lifetimes supply of Chocolate Frogs do?" asked Voldemort, looking up dreamy eyed from his newly found daughter. "That would be great. But I don't think she'll like all this much-" Draco started but was cut off by the Dark Lord asking concernedly, "Won't she? Why not?" And when Draco saw the apprehension in his master's face he shook his head and sort of smiled, "Don't worry – she'll be fine." And he set off to tie Hermione to the black and green stake that was prepared for her.
Once she was tied securely Voldemort made music come out of thin air and pushed Draco forward so he could mutter the words "Sardia" The words that would awaken her from her sleep. The land was silent. Some death eaters even stopped breathing (although these people went very red after a while). Slowly her eyes flickered open. Hermione went to rub her eyes with her hand, and suddenly realised that she couldn't move it. She looked down and saw that she was bound tightly to a stake. Her now wide eyes scanned her audience, a sea of Death Eaters smiled back at her. She saw Draco's cold smirk as she opened her mouth and – to Voldemorts horror – let out an extremely loud "AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She was in the library, a book lay open on the table but she didn't even know what it was about! She hadn't given it a glimpse. She was busy thinking about Malfoy as she usually was given the past events. God, I could kill him…well I couldn't but I could damn well try! How the HELL did he know…when will he tell me? A sudden thought passed into her head that made her heart skip a beat – what if he knows who my real parents are? But she gave it a kick up the as out of her head and carried on daydreaming about the many possible ways Malfoy could have found out about her. She was so busy laughing about one insane idea that had just popped into her head she didn't hear the door almost silently open and close again. Nor did she hear the soft pad of footsteps approaching her – and she obviously hadn't cleaned her ears that morning because she couldn't even hear when a certain blond boy lift his wand and whisper the curse he had looked up that morning. It was called "Laviandras" and he had practised it in his dorm room on Crabbe and Goyle. All he had to do was point his wand at Granger, mutter the words Lavia under his breath and she would be out cold until he cast the "Sardnaival" spell which would wake her. He almost felt sorry for her…she was going to get one hell of a shock when she woke up and found out who her dad was. Well, he almost felt sorry for her anyway. He couldn't help but feel excited just thinking about the look on her face… he would have to get Colin to take a couple of his photos. This had better work…mind you – if it worked on those two heffalumps of wizards then it should work on the smallish girl in front of me. He pointed his wand at the back of her neck as the spell had instructed and whispered as quietly but clearly as he could, "Lavia". A turquoise light flew soundlessly out of the end of his wand and hit Hermione. She felt a cold, but quite soft feeling hit her on the back of the neck. " Ow! What the…" but before she could finish, to Draco's relief she had collapsed into a heap on the floor. He ran forward and checked her pulse to make sure he hadn't killed her or anything. She was breathing. Good. He glanced up at the book she was reading – "carrots, hairbrushes, socks – anyone can be you friend!" Weird! Wonder why she was reading that? I didn't even know these kind of books existed. He flung the book on the floor and scribbled a note with his wand, that he had charmed to do Grangers handwriting, saying gone to Hogsmeade – don't worry about me. Need to buy some study books. Bye! Meet you later. Love Hermione xxx. He added the kisses for extra authenticity. You're just too good at this Draco he told himself as he flung Hermione over his shoulder and trudged towards the door. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and Hermione, another one he'd learnt in the morning (He has been busy!). He made it outside and waited for Lucios to arrive. He took Hermione off his shoulder and plonked her on the ground impatiently. Where is he? He is never late? He checked his watch. 11:43 pm. Five minutes late. Damn. Just as he started to whistle a random song that cut through the Winter darkness a familiar popping sound came and a dark hooded figure apperated in front of Draco's eyes. "Hi dad, what took you?" He asked looking up as the hooded figure pulled back his hood to reveal his dad's pale face. " Well son, you know what Voldemort's like! He kept on wanting me to go over the dance he wants us to do. Says it's got to be perfect for his baby girl. Anyhow, you want to be more polite when speaking to your father." He glared down at his son. Draco muttered a sarcastic "sorry" and Lucios was just about to have a go at him when his eyes drifted over to the lump dressed in a Hogwarts robe lying silently in a heap on the grass. "That's her? Are you sure?" Lucios looked up cautiously at his son before looking back down at the girl. "Her badge says Gryffindor! You better not have been mixing with her sort. Always thought they were better than us Slytherins. I'm sure Voldemort will be most disappointed." Draco just kept nodding and staring at the floor. He wanted to just hurry up and get to the ceremony – it sounded like fun (apart from the dance that is). He could hear his fathers voice saying something about what spell he must have used to get her to go unconscious. Finally Lucios said "Merlin, look at the time! Lets get going then." He looked expectantly at Draco and Draco realised that he wanted him to carry Granger. He sighed heavily and pulled her up onto his shoulder. He held his dads arm and with a small pop they disaperated.
They arrived suddenly in a dark place. The only source of light was from a blazing fire in the centre of a circle. The circle was made up of cloaked people eagerly awaiting the arrival of The Daughter. When Draco came out from behind his father, Voldemort swept forward grinning his distorted face off. "Ooh, lets have a look at her!" He squealed as he tugged her off of Dracos shoulder. Tears came to his eyes and he drew a pink flowered hanky from within the depths of his cloak and blew his crooked nose loudly. " Oh, she is the one! I can tell just by the way she sleeps! Come on Colin – I feel a camera moment coming on!" Colin rushed forward camera in hand and began taking picture after picture of Voldemort and his Daughter reunited at last. Voldemort handed her back to Malfoy and glided into the centre of the circle. " Ahem! Let the ceremony begin! As you know my Daughter will be tied to that stake over there. She will then be stripped of her uniform and given a whole new wardrobe – different shades of black robes should do. I want the special edition Dark Mark to be prepared and the dancers to assume their places. Lets get this party started!!!" He roared and followed it by a loud WAHOO!! As he skipped back over to Draco, who was now alone with Hermione as his father had gone off to check a dance step with another death eater. " Erm…Voldie?" Draco asked cautiously,
"Yes boy? You know you shall be rewarded for this! Will a lifetimes supply of Chocolate Frogs do?" asked Voldemort, looking up dreamy eyed from his newly found daughter. "That would be great. But I don't think she'll like all this much-" Draco started but was cut off by the Dark Lord asking concernedly, "Won't she? Why not?" And when Draco saw the apprehension in his master's face he shook his head and sort of smiled, "Don't worry – she'll be fine." And he set off to tie Hermione to the black and green stake that was prepared for her.
Once she was tied securely Voldemort made music come out of thin air and pushed Draco forward so he could mutter the words "Sardia" The words that would awaken her from her sleep. The land was silent. Some death eaters even stopped breathing (although these people went very red after a while). Slowly her eyes flickered open. Hermione went to rub her eyes with her hand, and suddenly realised that she couldn't move it. She looked down and saw that she was bound tightly to a stake. Her now wide eyes scanned her audience, a sea of Death Eaters smiled back at her. She saw Draco's cold smirk as she opened her mouth and – to Voldemorts horror – let out an extremely loud "AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"