Well, this I Draco's Angel Angelica here! Heather wrote this chapter for your viewing pleasure!
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The Death Eaters Daughter Chapter Seven:
"Welcome Professor Snape, would you care to join me in a game of golf?" a rather enigmatic Professor Dumbledore said to Snape as he entered his office.
"Another time Professor, for now we have more important matters to discuss" Severus Snape said, looking at the Professor and trying hard not to recoil with pity. The poor Professor, he was now easily approaching his 100th birthday and his mind was starting to wander.
"What matters are you speaking of? we have a perfect school! we are beating the Dark Lord, nothing is wrong" Dumbledore boomed as he selected a number thirteen putter.
"That's just it Sir, we are receiving reports from our agents that Death Eaters have been spotted all over the country and the World .. searching for something" Snape said melodramatically.
" Really?...do you think my bum looks big in this?" Dumbledore asked, referring to the bright purple golf trousers he was wearing.
" Sir, this is serious! we need to take evasive action and find out what Voldemort is searching for" Snape hissed, his patience wearing thin.
"Fine, if you must, send along Lupin and Sirus"Dumbledore replied tiredly as he began to hit the little white golf ball into a plastic cup.
"There is another problem" Snape said, his voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, is there ever a day when there isn't? I wish for once you people could handle things for yourselves. You know I'm not going to be around for ever" Dumbledore said ominously, looking up from his golfing stance.
"This problem needs your direct attention.. 16 years ago after the Tri Wizard tournament disaster you and the rest of the order of The Phoenix set up a Safeway house in Aulberry, Australia,a small town populated mostly by witches and wizards. The idea was that if wizards or witches desperately needed to go into hiding you would send them to a boarding house owned by an Italian wizard named Guiseppe and his Muggle wife, Anna Maria. In turn you would pay the owners a large sum of money in order to keep them. The South Pacific branch of Aurors sent two of their best agents to the boarding house to protect the inhabitants. They were both sent at different times, the first one was male and went under the disguise of being a buiness man. The second one who was female came a few years later under the disguise of a university student. Both of them have no idea there's another Auror on the residence and we have kept it this way.." Snape droned.
" Yes, yes, I know, for secrecy purposes, if one was found by a Death Eater they would'nt be able to blab that there was another one..please continue this is getting rather dull" Dumbledore cut in impatiently.
"Over the coming years we safely smuggled several people into the boarding house. Dave, a herbalist,was sought after by the Death Eaters for his skill in dangerous plants. The Germaine family, who were powerful French Aurors, had to go into hiding when they were worried about endangering their children. Thirteen years ago we were forced to smuggle one of our own, Hermione Granger , the foolish girl was discovered to be having a relationship with one of the Death Eaters although we never found out who. The only thing that saved her was that she fell pregnant and the Death Eaters did not want to kill her because it would cause one of there future heirs to die. We faked Miss Granger's death and our double agent Malfoy took her to Australia in safety, where she has remained with the child ever since".
"Are you deliberately trying to waste my time, Snape, I may be going senile but I already know all of this" Dumbledore answered, his Blue eyes twinkling.
"It's important that I tell you all the facts, something incredibly serious has happened.
"Well, what is it? spit it out!" Dumbledore smiled.
"There was recently a disasterous train derailment in Adelaide, Australia, many wizards and witches were hurt or killed. The Daily Prophet, the only international magical newspaper did a centre spread on it. In it they featured a picture of what they inapropriately called the Sleeping Beauty. A mysterious young woman found with no identification except for a card with the name Hermione Green on it and the address of the safeway house we set up" Snape said and slowly waited for Dumbledore to react.
" Oh... great" Dumbledore said as his blue eyes froze.
Hermione was sleeping now. Angelica, for once being useful, called a nurse which administered a sleeping potion on Hermione . The nurse explained that Hermione needed to rest for a very long time before getting well. Ethy leaned against the bed, fiddling with oneof her mothers messy curls. The other adults had gone downstairs to send an owl to the boarding house telling them the good news about Hermione waking up. Ethy looked up at Bob curiously, her icy grey eyes wide.
"How did you know my mum?"she asked.
"I explained, we were friends a long time ago"Bob replied testidly.
" I know, you said that, but how were you friends...were you her boyfriend?" Ethy asked tentivly.
"No, we were just good friends. Best friends really"Bob trailed off sadely.
"Then you would have known my dad"Ethy stated bluntly.
"Sorry kid, but I don't know who your dad is, he must have come along after my time"Bob replied.
"I wish I knew who he was"Ethy said sadely, looking at her mothers deep breathing.
"You mean you don't know... she never told you?" Bob asked disbelievingly.
"Mum once told me it's too dangerous for me to know. All I know is from what Heather's told me, Heather was there when dad brought mum here. She overheard them talking about how they wanted to get married and stuff but it was to dangerous and he had to leave"Ethy replied calmly.
"I assumed that the asian guy was her husband"Bob said, although he didn't really, he was just trying to get information out of Ethy.
"No that's just Mr Blau, he likes mum but he's not married to her. Besides, I think he's over her now, I think he likes Heather" Ethy said observently. There was a knock on the door and a head with slicked back coppery red curls peered in. Bob ( well really he was Harry) felt as if his stomach had exploded. This day, this week, was getting more and more shocking. It was Ron, Ron Weasley, his best friend. The expression on Bob's face was indescribable as he watched the tall muscular red-headed man enter the room. He was so different from all those years ago, his gangly awkardness and bright red blushing ears had disapeared. Instead there was the calm, enigmatic adult with a charming friendly face.
"Uncle Ron!" Ethy said, sitting up. she dashed towards him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
" Woah, easy there Ethy, you don't want to crush my new suit"Ron grinned.
"You and your suit's! you know mum doesn't like you spending all your money like that"Ethy said sternly.
"Ethy, your thirteen years old, yet your already nagging me. Your definently your mother, kid" Ron laughed. Another person was tentivly entering the hospital room now. She was asian with short shiny black hair and too much eyeliner. She was dressed entirely in black, a shiny black singlet, black leggings and black boots.
"I thought I told you to get changed"Ron hissed.
"I didn't like those clothes, they were to bright, to noticiable"Marina replied grouchily.
"Believe me, your going to be noticed a lot more walking around like a vampire reject"Ron shot back.
Ethy looked slightly up at the petite woman.
"Who are you?"she asked, Ron just boomed with laughter.
" Ethy, don't be so rude to your future aunt. This is my fiance, Marina"Ron answered.
"But mum said you could never settle down, that your too much of a flirt"Ethy replied honestly. Ron chose to ignore that comment, he looked around the hospital room and noticed Bob.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, looking at the man, he had messy black hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin.
"No, no I should'nt think so"he choked.
"He claims he was one of mums old friends, one of her best friends"Ethy said suspciously.
"Really, well I thought I knew all of Hermione's friends but I obviously don't. Hi. I'm Ron, Hermione's brother" Ron said, extending a hand.
"Bob, Bob Builder" Harry lied, shaking Ron's hand. 'He doesn't know who I am', Harry thought and it hurt him so much he could barely breathe.
"How's your mother doing, Ethy? I heard the accident was pretty bad"Ron said briskly.
"She woke up a while ago but the nurse put her to sleep"Ethy answered.
"Have you seen her jewel? you know, the one she wears around her neck?"Ron asked, Ethy shook her head.
"No, maybe she lost it on the train" Ethy replied, shrugging her shoulders. The doors suddenly opened and a man with slicked back black hair filled up the rest of the room.
"Hello my name's Kevin, Kevin Steel from the Daily Prophet, we're doing a follow up story on the lovely sleeping beauty"the reporter grinned.
"Havn't you ever heard of jornalistic ethics? I thought you needed permission before you put someone in that rag?"Ron growled threateningly.
"Are you the sleeping beauties husband?"the journalist asked, non plussed.
"No, I'm her brother"Ron replied testily.
"Mum's not married"Ethy said, looking up.
"Oh, your daughter, how sweet! how does it feel to know that your alone in this world and that your mothers on her death bed?"the reporter asked tragically, pulling out a quick quotes quill.
"Well it feels bloody awful, how do you think it feels?" Ethy shot back, infuritated.
"oh what a .. er..fiesty little girl you are, do you mind if we take a few photographs?"he smiled, revealing several yellow teeth.
"You wouldn't be related to a Rita Skeeter, would you?"Bob asked, finally speaking.
"She's my second cousin, how did you know?" Kevin asked, genuinelly shocked.
"Lucky guess, look Mr Steel, we do not want any following articles on Miss Green and if you ever even poke your nosy notebook in this room again you'll have to retrieve it from your ass"Bob said in a cool, threatening voice. Kevin backed out of the room uneasily, his shifty eyes glaring at them all.
"You don't mess with a reporter from the Daily Prophet!"he hissed
There are two theories to why the Irish Phoenix rarely ever cries. The first belief is that if you hear it cry you shall die. The second, slightly more coherant, theory is that the cry predicts rain. At that moment Draco was wishing that the first theory was true. Not that he really wanted to die, of course, what he really wanted was peace. Stooped over on a greyish stone, he stared moodily at the Irish bog , his eyes slightly red rimmed and unfocused. It was Night time at the bog and abosultely freezing, thick steamy dragon's breath arupted from his mouth as he stared at the waneing half moon. At the moment he was in search of peace and solitude, he finally had no Dark Lord ordering him around, no Pansy leering suggestifully down his neck... no Hermione.
No Hermione.
After nearly thirteen years he would have thought he had gotten used to her absence. There were times, of course, when he had almost blocked her memory out of his mind. The memory of those stern, authoritive eyes and tangled coffee coloured hair. But now, when he was all alone, she would enter his mind once again, taunting him, rebelling against him.
Draco eyes went widewhen he saw his beloved Hawk Owl swoop into view. It had been a long time since he had seen her and his stomach clenched with suprise. The Hawk Owl sat on one of the dead winter tree branches and looked down at Draco with an intelligent glimmer in his eye.
"Do you have a letter for me, girl?"he asked gloomly. The bird swept down and perched onto his shoulder, a thick letter tied to her leg. Draco's eyebrows arched with surprise and he reached for the letter, untieing it. No longer burdened with the package, the bird sat on her masters shoulder. Icy cold liquid dribbled into Draco's stomach as he recognised the familiar handwriting.
Dear Draco,
Well, this is indeed a suprise. Recieving a letter from you after all this time seems like a slap on the face. In answer to your rather confused statement, yes, I still have the jewel and yes, I will hide it. As for bringing the kid into it, she has a name you know. Her name is Ethy (Short For Amethyst) Green, she's thirteen years old and she looks like a female version of you. She just asked me this morning who her father was , amazing , isn't it? She's a lot like me in her mannerisms, though, Bossy, inquisitive and intelligent, though I think she inherited your sarcasm. I would like to write more. There are so many emotions I want to express, anger, love, sadness , but I can't. I must be going now, hopefully I will see you again ..
but the rest of the letter was a hastly scrawled signature and several blooby tears. Draco sighed , Ethy Green, it was an odd name really. He imagined what she was like, tall and thin with pale skin, Icy Grey eyes and long silver blonde hair...
He then shook his head irritably. What was he thinking? this wasn't the time for wishful thinking or romance. All of that was in the past, which was years ago. It had been years since that night escapeing from Death Eaters after he and Hermione had been caught together in the muggle movie theatre. They were going to kill her, just because she was in the seat next to him. They were going to torture her with the Cruciatus curse until she died, just because he loved her... that was when Draco's view point of his father had changed. Before then he didn't take the Death Eaters seriously, but on that fateful night, as he held Hermione in his arms, her skin against his he realised that the world was more important than his father and more important than Voldemort . Who were they to judge a person by the purity of blood, and then he felt himself feel sick with guilt. For he to had judged mudbloods, he'd even judged Hermione. Perhaps that's why he could never truly leave the Death Eaters, it was as if he was punishing himself for everything he had done. He didn't derserve Hermione's love and forgivness and he didn't deserve his daughter. Draco was widely hated , he had caused more deaths than he could count. If people knew that she was the Death Eaters Daughter, would they blame Ethy too? would it be her fault as well. Draco sighed when he realised he didn't have an answer.
DISCLAIMER- We know own Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco. We do, however own Angelica, Ethy Heather...etc...etc
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Have a nice day :P
The Death Eaters Daughter Chapter Seven:
"Welcome Professor Snape, would you care to join me in a game of golf?" a rather enigmatic Professor Dumbledore said to Snape as he entered his office.
"Another time Professor, for now we have more important matters to discuss" Severus Snape said, looking at the Professor and trying hard not to recoil with pity. The poor Professor, he was now easily approaching his 100th birthday and his mind was starting to wander.
"What matters are you speaking of? we have a perfect school! we are beating the Dark Lord, nothing is wrong" Dumbledore boomed as he selected a number thirteen putter.
"That's just it Sir, we are receiving reports from our agents that Death Eaters have been spotted all over the country and the World .. searching for something" Snape said melodramatically.
" Really?...do you think my bum looks big in this?" Dumbledore asked, referring to the bright purple golf trousers he was wearing.
" Sir, this is serious! we need to take evasive action and find out what Voldemort is searching for" Snape hissed, his patience wearing thin.
"Fine, if you must, send along Lupin and Sirus"Dumbledore replied tiredly as he began to hit the little white golf ball into a plastic cup.
"There is another problem" Snape said, his voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, is there ever a day when there isn't? I wish for once you people could handle things for yourselves. You know I'm not going to be around for ever" Dumbledore said ominously, looking up from his golfing stance.
"This problem needs your direct attention.. 16 years ago after the Tri Wizard tournament disaster you and the rest of the order of The Phoenix set up a Safeway house in Aulberry, Australia,a small town populated mostly by witches and wizards. The idea was that if wizards or witches desperately needed to go into hiding you would send them to a boarding house owned by an Italian wizard named Guiseppe and his Muggle wife, Anna Maria. In turn you would pay the owners a large sum of money in order to keep them. The South Pacific branch of Aurors sent two of their best agents to the boarding house to protect the inhabitants. They were both sent at different times, the first one was male and went under the disguise of being a buiness man. The second one who was female came a few years later under the disguise of a university student. Both of them have no idea there's another Auror on the residence and we have kept it this way.." Snape droned.
" Yes, yes, I know, for secrecy purposes, if one was found by a Death Eater they would'nt be able to blab that there was another one..please continue this is getting rather dull" Dumbledore cut in impatiently.
"Over the coming years we safely smuggled several people into the boarding house. Dave, a herbalist,was sought after by the Death Eaters for his skill in dangerous plants. The Germaine family, who were powerful French Aurors, had to go into hiding when they were worried about endangering their children. Thirteen years ago we were forced to smuggle one of our own, Hermione Granger , the foolish girl was discovered to be having a relationship with one of the Death Eaters although we never found out who. The only thing that saved her was that she fell pregnant and the Death Eaters did not want to kill her because it would cause one of there future heirs to die. We faked Miss Granger's death and our double agent Malfoy took her to Australia in safety, where she has remained with the child ever since".
"Are you deliberately trying to waste my time, Snape, I may be going senile but I already know all of this" Dumbledore answered, his Blue eyes twinkling.
"It's important that I tell you all the facts, something incredibly serious has happened.
"Well, what is it? spit it out!" Dumbledore smiled.
"There was recently a disasterous train derailment in Adelaide, Australia, many wizards and witches were hurt or killed. The Daily Prophet, the only international magical newspaper did a centre spread on it. In it they featured a picture of what they inapropriately called the Sleeping Beauty. A mysterious young woman found with no identification except for a card with the name Hermione Green on it and the address of the safeway house we set up" Snape said and slowly waited for Dumbledore to react.
" Oh... great" Dumbledore said as his blue eyes froze.
Hermione was sleeping now. Angelica, for once being useful, called a nurse which administered a sleeping potion on Hermione . The nurse explained that Hermione needed to rest for a very long time before getting well. Ethy leaned against the bed, fiddling with oneof her mothers messy curls. The other adults had gone downstairs to send an owl to the boarding house telling them the good news about Hermione waking up. Ethy looked up at Bob curiously, her icy grey eyes wide.
"How did you know my mum?"she asked.
"I explained, we were friends a long time ago"Bob replied testidly.
" I know, you said that, but how were you friends...were you her boyfriend?" Ethy asked tentivly.
"No, we were just good friends. Best friends really"Bob trailed off sadely.
"Then you would have known my dad"Ethy stated bluntly.
"Sorry kid, but I don't know who your dad is, he must have come along after my time"Bob replied.
"I wish I knew who he was"Ethy said sadely, looking at her mothers deep breathing.
"You mean you don't know... she never told you?" Bob asked disbelievingly.
"Mum once told me it's too dangerous for me to know. All I know is from what Heather's told me, Heather was there when dad brought mum here. She overheard them talking about how they wanted to get married and stuff but it was to dangerous and he had to leave"Ethy replied calmly.
"I assumed that the asian guy was her husband"Bob said, although he didn't really, he was just trying to get information out of Ethy.
"No that's just Mr Blau, he likes mum but he's not married to her. Besides, I think he's over her now, I think he likes Heather" Ethy said observently. There was a knock on the door and a head with slicked back coppery red curls peered in. Bob ( well really he was Harry) felt as if his stomach had exploded. This day, this week, was getting more and more shocking. It was Ron, Ron Weasley, his best friend. The expression on Bob's face was indescribable as he watched the tall muscular red-headed man enter the room. He was so different from all those years ago, his gangly awkardness and bright red blushing ears had disapeared. Instead there was the calm, enigmatic adult with a charming friendly face.
"Uncle Ron!" Ethy said, sitting up. she dashed towards him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
" Woah, easy there Ethy, you don't want to crush my new suit"Ron grinned.
"You and your suit's! you know mum doesn't like you spending all your money like that"Ethy said sternly.
"Ethy, your thirteen years old, yet your already nagging me. Your definently your mother, kid" Ron laughed. Another person was tentivly entering the hospital room now. She was asian with short shiny black hair and too much eyeliner. She was dressed entirely in black, a shiny black singlet, black leggings and black boots.
"I thought I told you to get changed"Ron hissed.
"I didn't like those clothes, they were to bright, to noticiable"Marina replied grouchily.
"Believe me, your going to be noticed a lot more walking around like a vampire reject"Ron shot back.
Ethy looked slightly up at the petite woman.
"Who are you?"she asked, Ron just boomed with laughter.
" Ethy, don't be so rude to your future aunt. This is my fiance, Marina"Ron answered.
"But mum said you could never settle down, that your too much of a flirt"Ethy replied honestly. Ron chose to ignore that comment, he looked around the hospital room and noticed Bob.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked, looking at the man, he had messy black hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin.
"No, no I should'nt think so"he choked.
"He claims he was one of mums old friends, one of her best friends"Ethy said suspciously.
"Really, well I thought I knew all of Hermione's friends but I obviously don't. Hi. I'm Ron, Hermione's brother" Ron said, extending a hand.
"Bob, Bob Builder" Harry lied, shaking Ron's hand. 'He doesn't know who I am', Harry thought and it hurt him so much he could barely breathe.
"How's your mother doing, Ethy? I heard the accident was pretty bad"Ron said briskly.
"She woke up a while ago but the nurse put her to sleep"Ethy answered.
"Have you seen her jewel? you know, the one she wears around her neck?"Ron asked, Ethy shook her head.
"No, maybe she lost it on the train" Ethy replied, shrugging her shoulders. The doors suddenly opened and a man with slicked back black hair filled up the rest of the room.
"Hello my name's Kevin, Kevin Steel from the Daily Prophet, we're doing a follow up story on the lovely sleeping beauty"the reporter grinned.
"Havn't you ever heard of jornalistic ethics? I thought you needed permission before you put someone in that rag?"Ron growled threateningly.
"Are you the sleeping beauties husband?"the journalist asked, non plussed.
"No, I'm her brother"Ron replied testily.
"Mum's not married"Ethy said, looking up.
"Oh, your daughter, how sweet! how does it feel to know that your alone in this world and that your mothers on her death bed?"the reporter asked tragically, pulling out a quick quotes quill.
"Well it feels bloody awful, how do you think it feels?" Ethy shot back, infuritated.
"oh what a .. er..fiesty little girl you are, do you mind if we take a few photographs?"he smiled, revealing several yellow teeth.
"You wouldn't be related to a Rita Skeeter, would you?"Bob asked, finally speaking.
"She's my second cousin, how did you know?" Kevin asked, genuinelly shocked.
"Lucky guess, look Mr Steel, we do not want any following articles on Miss Green and if you ever even poke your nosy notebook in this room again you'll have to retrieve it from your ass"Bob said in a cool, threatening voice. Kevin backed out of the room uneasily, his shifty eyes glaring at them all.
"You don't mess with a reporter from the Daily Prophet!"he hissed
There are two theories to why the Irish Phoenix rarely ever cries. The first belief is that if you hear it cry you shall die. The second, slightly more coherant, theory is that the cry predicts rain. At that moment Draco was wishing that the first theory was true. Not that he really wanted to die, of course, what he really wanted was peace. Stooped over on a greyish stone, he stared moodily at the Irish bog , his eyes slightly red rimmed and unfocused. It was Night time at the bog and abosultely freezing, thick steamy dragon's breath arupted from his mouth as he stared at the waneing half moon. At the moment he was in search of peace and solitude, he finally had no Dark Lord ordering him around, no Pansy leering suggestifully down his neck... no Hermione.
No Hermione.
After nearly thirteen years he would have thought he had gotten used to her absence. There were times, of course, when he had almost blocked her memory out of his mind. The memory of those stern, authoritive eyes and tangled coffee coloured hair. But now, when he was all alone, she would enter his mind once again, taunting him, rebelling against him.
Draco eyes went widewhen he saw his beloved Hawk Owl swoop into view. It had been a long time since he had seen her and his stomach clenched with suprise. The Hawk Owl sat on one of the dead winter tree branches and looked down at Draco with an intelligent glimmer in his eye.
"Do you have a letter for me, girl?"he asked gloomly. The bird swept down and perched onto his shoulder, a thick letter tied to her leg. Draco's eyebrows arched with surprise and he reached for the letter, untieing it. No longer burdened with the package, the bird sat on her masters shoulder. Icy cold liquid dribbled into Draco's stomach as he recognised the familiar handwriting.
Dear Draco,
Well, this is indeed a suprise. Recieving a letter from you after all this time seems like a slap on the face. In answer to your rather confused statement, yes, I still have the jewel and yes, I will hide it. As for bringing the kid into it, she has a name you know. Her name is Ethy (Short For Amethyst) Green, she's thirteen years old and she looks like a female version of you. She just asked me this morning who her father was , amazing , isn't it? She's a lot like me in her mannerisms, though, Bossy, inquisitive and intelligent, though I think she inherited your sarcasm. I would like to write more. There are so many emotions I want to express, anger, love, sadness , but I can't. I must be going now, hopefully I will see you again ..
but the rest of the letter was a hastly scrawled signature and several blooby tears. Draco sighed , Ethy Green, it was an odd name really. He imagined what she was like, tall and thin with pale skin, Icy Grey eyes and long silver blonde hair...
He then shook his head irritably. What was he thinking? this wasn't the time for wishful thinking or romance. All of that was in the past, which was years ago. It had been years since that night escapeing from Death Eaters after he and Hermione had been caught together in the muggle movie theatre. They were going to kill her, just because she was in the seat next to him. They were going to torture her with the Cruciatus curse until she died, just because he loved her... that was when Draco's view point of his father had changed. Before then he didn't take the Death Eaters seriously, but on that fateful night, as he held Hermione in his arms, her skin against his he realised that the world was more important than his father and more important than Voldemort . Who were they to judge a person by the purity of blood, and then he felt himself feel sick with guilt. For he to had judged mudbloods, he'd even judged Hermione. Perhaps that's why he could never truly leave the Death Eaters, it was as if he was punishing himself for everything he had done. He didn't derserve Hermione's love and forgivness and he didn't deserve his daughter. Draco was widely hated , he had caused more deaths than he could count. If people knew that she was the Death Eaters Daughter, would they blame Ethy too? would it be her fault as well. Draco sighed when he realised he didn't have an answer.