Endearing shades of gray exploded against the clouds once more; the sunlight was not beaming anymore, at least not to her anyway.
"'Mione," a voice spoke, interuppting the thoughts that currupted in her mind.
"Yes?"
"Dinner's ready."
"Be right there," Hermione answered softly. As an impulse spoke in a sound of a door locking, she breathed again, trying hard to keep everything around her steady.
Bringing a peice of hair behind her ear, she sighed, and walked downstairs slowly, her footsteps clanking hard on the peice of wood in the stairs.
Step, step.
Step, step.
Thump, thump.
Touching her stomach lightly, she bit her lip heavily.
The thumping continued, like the rumbling of waters in a sea colliding with each other.
She turned backwards as she heard her mother speak; only to invision the sad frown on her mother's face.
"Honestly, her grades are very down; we have to do something."
"What can we do? Having a pregnant bimbo living in our house? She's eighteen, Barb. If she doesn't decide what to do with her life after that Wizarding school; she'll have to go sometime. After all, after Christmas is over, her school will be over too." her father's harsh words struck her in a torture of shock and utter disbelief of another kind of hurt. Backing away, she blinked, and saw colors and shapes form beneath her eyelashes.
Coughing loudly, she recieved an itch in her throat.
Her parent's blurred faces quickly turned around, and looked at her with concerned impressions.
"Hermione! Come down here," her father ordered stiffly as he noted the tears that were rolling down her eyes.
"No!" she screamed; surprising herself.
Her forehead was creating another form of dizziness, which blinded her mind.
"Hermione Granger, come down this instant!" roared her mother.
"You little- you son of a bitch!" Hermione screamed. Hermione watched in slow motion as her mother covered her mouth with the rimids of her fingers; gingerly looking at her with disgust and shame in her eyes.
"Hermione, you will not dare to speak your mother like that, do you hear me?" her father shouted.
The pain gashed again through her thighs, into her stomach, and deforming into the crinkle of her head.
"I said, do you hear me?"
The voice sounded low; as if something was already occupied with her ears; something that blocked her hearing.
"I said-"
"No. I don't hear you."
Step.
Step.
Why was the noise still performing?
Step.
Step.
Stumble.
Stumble.
Fall, fall...
~
"You mother fucking bitch!"
BOOM.
"Avada Kedrava!"
SLASH.
Beaming lights of green, beaming lights of green, beaming lights of green.
~
*
~
"Hermione Granger, accused of murdering one of our most content Ministry workers, with the most feared killing curse itself; Miss Granger, how do you explain yourself?"
"Mom, stop crying! The dementors can spell fear."
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes?
"We will give you five full seconds before we take you away, to explain."
Breathe.
"One..."
Breathe.
"Two.."
Air.
"That mother fucking bitch killed my-"
"Three..."
"He killed-"
Sob.
"Four.."
"HE KILLED HIS SON!"
"Five. What a load of rubbish, a waste of time! Take her away, the kiss will be ready in several minutes."
"No! Mum! Dad! Don't let them take me!"
The still figures of her parents sat in their chairs, and absolute silence followed the crowd.
Her armpits were lowered as a humongous man carried her off of her seat, into the small bundle of Dementors.
A cold rush came over her, her mind was spinning. She could hardly breathe; the pain in her lungs was so feirce that it cut away into her flesh, eating little bits of her skin. Happiness was gone, why was she even living?
Stay happy, think of happy thoughts.
She bit her lip, trying to think of anything that could decrease her saddened vibes of feeling.
Draco's face.
He had such a wonderful face. Hermione tried to picture the cold gray in his eyes, that stood out in his vivid pupils. His eyelashes, short and thin, framed against the shadow of his thin sleek eyebrows that were barely visible in the sense of his light colored hair. She sniffed, the hair was her favorite part. Silver, it hung from his forehead, giving him a perfect texture of manly beauty. And his lips, they were skinny and soft, although she could still feel the harshness of the prospect of kissing him again.
A deam of hope ran through her, and suddenly the pain was gone.
And for the first time in centuries, in the courtroom on the island whereas Azkaban was located, she smiled at the dementors.
*
Droplets of water sprung onto her closed eyelids.
Fluttering her eyelashes open, she yawned softly, blinking her eyes into vision.
Two figures were sitting, one of them kneeling over with some sort of sponge.
"Mum?" she whispered.
"Hush, we'll leave you to sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
Blinking again, the figures had vanished, and Hermione jumped up from the tight embrace of her pillows.
The dream, it was so real. The colors; they were black and white, but every so often, when she turned to the dementors, they came into colors of shining black and silver.
Coughing, she felt the sudden strike of her stomach, the kicking had began again. She sighed in utter relief.
The baby was alright.
The kicking exploded again, this time harder. Clutching it with her hands, she scrunched up her face, in the mere flash of the pain.
It was as if the baby was trying to tell her something; but no, that was ridiculous. Perhaps babies in Wizarding heritage acted uniquely?
No, that was impossible, wasn't it?
She closed her eyes again, and black and white visions suddenly seemed to settle.
A small figure that had her back to her was humming.
"Uh, where am I?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"You're in the past and future. Make any sense?" the small voice squeaked. The girl had not yet turned around.
"Sorry, no."
"Mommy, you need to understand something," the girl said, folding her arms in stubborness.
"Excuse me?"
"When two wizarding families that detest each other because of Wizarding or Muggle ancestory, connect in which of two traitors of the family, it is not usual," the girl spoke professionally, and Hermione smiled at her large vocabulary. It was as if the girl was a carbon copy of her.
"Are you my daughter?" she said timidly.
The girl nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Trinity."
Hermione smiled wider.
She nodded her head, waiting for her 'daughter' to continue.
"You guys fell in love, right? But, you had a gut feeling that you didn't know all there was to know about Draco Malfoy. He's protected, Mum. He's watched. His father doesn't want him communicating with Muggleborns; and he wanted him to get insight on Harry Potter. He watched you and him all along, and knew one day you would once produce a child. A child, with excellent learning skills, and a devious mind. Evil and cleverness, just the thing to help the Dark Lord to get his powers back. A heir, Mum. But of course, Dad would protect you and me more than ever, he wouldn't let anyone touch either one of us. And the perfect way to get me? Get rid of Dad." Trinity took a deep breath, her hair swung behind her. Hermione wondered why she didn't turn around.
"How come I had those visions? Of me, killing his father?" she finally asked, trying to keep the information that she had just recieved in.
"I am a seer Mum. I managed to use my powers to transport the images to you," Trinity explained.
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I don't understand, sweetie."
Trinity sighed, her brown hair swung again, and this time she managed to notice that it was rather loose. It felt creepy, talking to the back of her child. Why wouldn't she turn around?
"Don't you understand Mum? The only way to change the destiny and keep you and me safe from the Dementor's kiss is to go back in time and change your fate."
"But- you mean, this is the future? Why won't you face me, sweetie?" she asked, her voice wavering around.
The girl turned around, and her mother let out a shriek of horror.
Her face was scarred with slashes among her skin, and the only safe place were her eyes, which were seeping with blood.
Hermione gulped down her fear, and realized tears were dropping into her cheeks, rolling off of her nose.
This was her daughter, she said strongly to herself.
She leaned over, and kissed the bumpy forehead of Trinity's, and smiled again.
"Go Mum. Here." Trinity handed her mother a tiny clock with a knob in the back.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" asked her mother childlishly.
Her daughter sighed and managed a grin; though her face contorted into more horidness.
"Turn it eight times to go back eight years," she explained.
"Wow, the future has such new technology..." Hermione murmered.
"Mum!"
She smiled again.
"I love you," Hermione finally said. She could only see Trinity's head nod once again.
Disappointed and confused that her own daughter did not return her gesture, she throughly turned the knob eight times.
The swirling figure of her daughter moved away, and other damp colors carved into the willow of her mind...
*
Hermione screamed. The picture before her terrorized her greatly.
Five hundred dementors (half of them, who she suspected to be Death Eaters) stood around her, forming a huge circle around her.
A wave of them moved, and a path parted as a sudden POP! arrived.
"Oh finally, Mummy dear has arrived..." a shrill voice spoke mimickingly.
"Quiet, Lucius." another deadly voice spoke.
Hermione took a breath. Another form of coldness rushed through her as she met the slashed gleaming yellow eyes of Lord Voldemort.
It took a moment to examine his horrid face until she realized he looked oddly familiar.
"Yes, Miss Granger, it is I. Did a good job of tricking into thinking I was a daughter, did I? Humph, you mudbloods are so easily controlled. 'I love you, sweetie'" he said coldly, his hissing triumph glowing.
"It was you!" she screamed.
"Of course it was I. By the time your daughter tried to warn you, I had easily taken over her body and regained her powers. Life is grand don't you think?" he murmered grimly.
"Where is my daughter?"
"I am your daughter." he spoke sarcastically.
Millions of loud cackles exploded in the air, and Hermione could feel the coldness of the dementors waver a bit, which meant their sardistic cruelness was getting slightly amused.
"She's dead, you silly little mudblood. Lord, may I do the honors?" asked a hooded figure from the front.
"Of course, Lucius. You are to be rewarded after this; much better than Wormtail. While you are granded with the fame of returning the great Dark Lord, he will be your servant," Lord Voldemort spoke carelessly.
A whimper arupted from the backround, which Hermione guessed belonged to Wormtail.
She was crying now, there were no sobs to be heard, but the water that was seeping from her eyelids was unmistakable.
"Now now, let's see the blood of Trinity Levidora G-Malfoy!" Lucius Malfoy shouted, waving his wand slowly across a small cauldron that the crowd was now peering over shoulders to see.
Hermione choked into a coughing fit, as she saw blood escape from the air and sink into the cauldron. A huge fire exploded, and smoke wasped around everywhere.
Everyone else but her seemed unaffected by this, but she could hear some scattered claps among the crowd.
"Silence!" the Lord bellowed. Utter stillness set among the clan once more.
"What are you doing?" Hermione demanded, shivering as the tears flooded along her face.
"Oh, I thought you were smart, Miss Granger. I have your daughter's powers. Twice as much Parseltongue of course, and the markings of a true Seer. Now all I need is her blood to give me her strength and energy. I also need you, you filthy mudblood, to give me some of your blood to regain my cleverness. It has grown old over the years, I am afraid," he said, merely yawning at his essay form explanation.
"Of course, my Lord, especially since there was none to begin with," Hermione stated sarcastically; speaking much more braver than she felt.
Voldemort laughed, and grinning a toothless grin that made Hermione want to hurl right there.
"Oh, and of course, a nice sense of humor. Oh you silly girl," he said, and put his fingers into the blood.
A fluid motion overcame; for the fingers were now twinkiling in gold sparks, and flooding over his body. The blood was slowly decreasing from the small location, and Hermione watched in terror as it connected throughout his whole body.
Everybody began clapping loudly, and some chanting. The dementors were now growing stronger from the sense of evil.
"Strong incantement of Trinity, bring me your mother's flesh and bone," Lord Voldemort's voice bellowing loudly.
Hermione backed away, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in her ribs. As the stabbing pain continued as if thousands of knives were peircing into her skin, she screamed as she saw the blood drain into the cauldron; along with some of the remainders of Trinity's blood. It sprinkled in pure silver [Draco Draco Draco], than gold [Trinity Trinity Trinity], than pure red [Granger Hermione Granger].
"No!" the scream belonged to her, and before she knew what she was doing, her arm reached the end of the cauldron.
It exploded, and her brain was earsplitting with Voldemort's yells as the blood reached her whole body. It drained across her mind, and she felt drenched, and suddenly a burning sensation went through her brain.
She pointed her middle finger accusingly at Lucius Malfoy, smiling a smirk that only belonged to [Draco Draco Draco].
"Mother fucker!"
She needn't say the spell, for the big gash of gleeming silver, green, and red splashed, and hit him, and he went crumbiling to the ground.
Then the thumb pointed vaguely at Voldemort, and she yawned, raising her eyebrows and smiling sweetly [Trinity Trinity Trinity].
He exploded into the ground, into shreds of dust.
"Bitches!" the voice screamed at the mix of death eaters and dementors [Granger Hermione Granger].
The index finger pointed at the cauldron, and it exploded.
The load of hooded figures and faceless serenity endrusted into little tiny peices of glass.
Hermione's body was bubbling with anger, the fire raged from her eyes and hit the several peices of glass. Screaming, a smoke of fire surrounded the area, and she fell backwards.
Blinking, she found herself looking at a eight year old girl bushy haired girl with small glasses that stayed in the tip of her nose and gray eyes. She turned to her other side, and found herself staring into identical gray eyes, belonging to a certain silver haired man.
"Draco!"
"Granger?"
"Uh, Mum? What's going on?"
"Mum? What-?"
"Uh, I guess you should meet your daughter," Hermione said smugly, trying to control the laughter inside of her head. What kind of a sentence was that?
Draco sneered, but his eyes caught sight of the girl and he smirked.
"Thank God she's beautiful. She's got my looks," he said smugly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Pompous," she said.
"Hey, do you still have that barbie doll?" he asked suddenly, not taking eyes of the little girl who was looking up at him with an identical smirk.
"Aw, a mini-Malfoy smirk," Hermione said, gushing on her daughter rather than answering Draco's question.
Draco rolled his eyes, but looked rather dignified.
"Shut up Granger," he sneered.
"Oh my God, why does this seem so familiar? Make me," she teased playfully.
His lips brushed against hers, once more, and Hermione felt the odd rushing of the lust, and love, it felt as if it had been eternity since they would meet again, and Hermione never thought they would meet in the future. She frowned a bit through her occupied lips, thinking of the whole eight years she had missed out of her life. Oh well, she thought.
"Ew, gross!" a tiny voice squeaked.
They both turned around and saw their daughter wincing.
Hermione laughed.
"Wait till you learn how you were made," Draco sneered back.
"Malfoy!" shrieked Hermione, hitting him over the head.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Gawd, I hate loving you."
"Me too."
"Aw, gee thanks."
Their daughter spoke again, her gray eyes shining brightly.
"You guys are weird..."
* The End *
Author's Note:
Huh? Oh...right. I am so sleepy, I just finished this! Thanks everyone for reviewing! (As for the Avada Kedrava curse, I expect that if someone tries three times, it'll be worse than unmarked, besides, I can't do it without blood...) I love you all; you gave me a new record. 4 chapters and over a 100 reviews is a lot, so thanks for the big support. As you MIGHT know, Dec. 6 is my birthday, so just to let you know. (*cough* birthdaygreetings-inemail-oryou-shalldie *cough*) Uh, yeah. Anyways, I have to say this is one of the stories that I work very hard on (Never Been Kissed too), so I really hate flames because I tried my best on the Dark Arts items, which I think turned out okay, so please leave a review; I really appreciate feedback. I got this beta-read 6 times each chapter (except this one) ; and it was first written in hp.com with absolute careless grammer, and I am glad it all worked out with a extra Epilogue. In the original, they both died and had no child. I hope you liked the ending; I hardly ever state that a story is finished, even if it is, so this is a special one that I pay a lot of attention to. Thank you all for reading and reviewing, and my best wishes to all; I hope you guys had a happy Thanksgiving and wish you a great December (and whichever holiday you celebrate).
Hope to see you soon in another story,
~S.A. Courtney
"'Mione," a voice spoke, interuppting the thoughts that currupted in her mind.
"Yes?"
"Dinner's ready."
"Be right there," Hermione answered softly. As an impulse spoke in a sound of a door locking, she breathed again, trying hard to keep everything around her steady.
Bringing a peice of hair behind her ear, she sighed, and walked downstairs slowly, her footsteps clanking hard on the peice of wood in the stairs.
Step, step.
Step, step.
Thump, thump.
Touching her stomach lightly, she bit her lip heavily.
The thumping continued, like the rumbling of waters in a sea colliding with each other.
She turned backwards as she heard her mother speak; only to invision the sad frown on her mother's face.
"Honestly, her grades are very down; we have to do something."
"What can we do? Having a pregnant bimbo living in our house? She's eighteen, Barb. If she doesn't decide what to do with her life after that Wizarding school; she'll have to go sometime. After all, after Christmas is over, her school will be over too." her father's harsh words struck her in a torture of shock and utter disbelief of another kind of hurt. Backing away, she blinked, and saw colors and shapes form beneath her eyelashes.
Coughing loudly, she recieved an itch in her throat.
Her parent's blurred faces quickly turned around, and looked at her with concerned impressions.
"Hermione! Come down here," her father ordered stiffly as he noted the tears that were rolling down her eyes.
"No!" she screamed; surprising herself.
Her forehead was creating another form of dizziness, which blinded her mind.
"Hermione Granger, come down this instant!" roared her mother.
"You little- you son of a bitch!" Hermione screamed. Hermione watched in slow motion as her mother covered her mouth with the rimids of her fingers; gingerly looking at her with disgust and shame in her eyes.
"Hermione, you will not dare to speak your mother like that, do you hear me?" her father shouted.
The pain gashed again through her thighs, into her stomach, and deforming into the crinkle of her head.
"I said, do you hear me?"
The voice sounded low; as if something was already occupied with her ears; something that blocked her hearing.
"I said-"
"No. I don't hear you."
Step.
Step.
Why was the noise still performing?
Step.
Step.
Stumble.
Stumble.
Fall, fall...
~
"You mother fucking bitch!"
BOOM.
"Avada Kedrava!"
SLASH.
Beaming lights of green, beaming lights of green, beaming lights of green.
~
*
~
"Hermione Granger, accused of murdering one of our most content Ministry workers, with the most feared killing curse itself; Miss Granger, how do you explain yourself?"
"Mom, stop crying! The dementors can spell fear."
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes?
"We will give you five full seconds before we take you away, to explain."
Breathe.
"One..."
Breathe.
"Two.."
Air.
"That mother fucking bitch killed my-"
"Three..."
"He killed-"
Sob.
"Four.."
"HE KILLED HIS SON!"
"Five. What a load of rubbish, a waste of time! Take her away, the kiss will be ready in several minutes."
"No! Mum! Dad! Don't let them take me!"
The still figures of her parents sat in their chairs, and absolute silence followed the crowd.
Her armpits were lowered as a humongous man carried her off of her seat, into the small bundle of Dementors.
A cold rush came over her, her mind was spinning. She could hardly breathe; the pain in her lungs was so feirce that it cut away into her flesh, eating little bits of her skin. Happiness was gone, why was she even living?
Stay happy, think of happy thoughts.
She bit her lip, trying to think of anything that could decrease her saddened vibes of feeling.
Draco's face.
He had such a wonderful face. Hermione tried to picture the cold gray in his eyes, that stood out in his vivid pupils. His eyelashes, short and thin, framed against the shadow of his thin sleek eyebrows that were barely visible in the sense of his light colored hair. She sniffed, the hair was her favorite part. Silver, it hung from his forehead, giving him a perfect texture of manly beauty. And his lips, they were skinny and soft, although she could still feel the harshness of the prospect of kissing him again.
A deam of hope ran through her, and suddenly the pain was gone.
And for the first time in centuries, in the courtroom on the island whereas Azkaban was located, she smiled at the dementors.
*
Droplets of water sprung onto her closed eyelids.
Fluttering her eyelashes open, she yawned softly, blinking her eyes into vision.
Two figures were sitting, one of them kneeling over with some sort of sponge.
"Mum?" she whispered.
"Hush, we'll leave you to sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
Blinking again, the figures had vanished, and Hermione jumped up from the tight embrace of her pillows.
The dream, it was so real. The colors; they were black and white, but every so often, when she turned to the dementors, they came into colors of shining black and silver.
Coughing, she felt the sudden strike of her stomach, the kicking had began again. She sighed in utter relief.
The baby was alright.
The kicking exploded again, this time harder. Clutching it with her hands, she scrunched up her face, in the mere flash of the pain.
It was as if the baby was trying to tell her something; but no, that was ridiculous. Perhaps babies in Wizarding heritage acted uniquely?
No, that was impossible, wasn't it?
She closed her eyes again, and black and white visions suddenly seemed to settle.
A small figure that had her back to her was humming.
"Uh, where am I?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"You're in the past and future. Make any sense?" the small voice squeaked. The girl had not yet turned around.
"Sorry, no."
"Mommy, you need to understand something," the girl said, folding her arms in stubborness.
"Excuse me?"
"When two wizarding families that detest each other because of Wizarding or Muggle ancestory, connect in which of two traitors of the family, it is not usual," the girl spoke professionally, and Hermione smiled at her large vocabulary. It was as if the girl was a carbon copy of her.
"Are you my daughter?" she said timidly.
The girl nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Trinity."
Hermione smiled wider.
She nodded her head, waiting for her 'daughter' to continue.
"You guys fell in love, right? But, you had a gut feeling that you didn't know all there was to know about Draco Malfoy. He's protected, Mum. He's watched. His father doesn't want him communicating with Muggleborns; and he wanted him to get insight on Harry Potter. He watched you and him all along, and knew one day you would once produce a child. A child, with excellent learning skills, and a devious mind. Evil and cleverness, just the thing to help the Dark Lord to get his powers back. A heir, Mum. But of course, Dad would protect you and me more than ever, he wouldn't let anyone touch either one of us. And the perfect way to get me? Get rid of Dad." Trinity took a deep breath, her hair swung behind her. Hermione wondered why she didn't turn around.
"How come I had those visions? Of me, killing his father?" she finally asked, trying to keep the information that she had just recieved in.
"I am a seer Mum. I managed to use my powers to transport the images to you," Trinity explained.
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I don't understand, sweetie."
Trinity sighed, her brown hair swung again, and this time she managed to notice that it was rather loose. It felt creepy, talking to the back of her child. Why wouldn't she turn around?
"Don't you understand Mum? The only way to change the destiny and keep you and me safe from the Dementor's kiss is to go back in time and change your fate."
"But- you mean, this is the future? Why won't you face me, sweetie?" she asked, her voice wavering around.
The girl turned around, and her mother let out a shriek of horror.
Her face was scarred with slashes among her skin, and the only safe place were her eyes, which were seeping with blood.
Hermione gulped down her fear, and realized tears were dropping into her cheeks, rolling off of her nose.
This was her daughter, she said strongly to herself.
She leaned over, and kissed the bumpy forehead of Trinity's, and smiled again.
"Go Mum. Here." Trinity handed her mother a tiny clock with a knob in the back.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" asked her mother childlishly.
Her daughter sighed and managed a grin; though her face contorted into more horidness.
"Turn it eight times to go back eight years," she explained.
"Wow, the future has such new technology..." Hermione murmered.
"Mum!"
She smiled again.
"I love you," Hermione finally said. She could only see Trinity's head nod once again.
Disappointed and confused that her own daughter did not return her gesture, she throughly turned the knob eight times.
The swirling figure of her daughter moved away, and other damp colors carved into the willow of her mind...
*
Hermione screamed. The picture before her terrorized her greatly.
Five hundred dementors (half of them, who she suspected to be Death Eaters) stood around her, forming a huge circle around her.
A wave of them moved, and a path parted as a sudden POP! arrived.
"Oh finally, Mummy dear has arrived..." a shrill voice spoke mimickingly.
"Quiet, Lucius." another deadly voice spoke.
Hermione took a breath. Another form of coldness rushed through her as she met the slashed gleaming yellow eyes of Lord Voldemort.
It took a moment to examine his horrid face until she realized he looked oddly familiar.
"Yes, Miss Granger, it is I. Did a good job of tricking into thinking I was a daughter, did I? Humph, you mudbloods are so easily controlled. 'I love you, sweetie'" he said coldly, his hissing triumph glowing.
"It was you!" she screamed.
"Of course it was I. By the time your daughter tried to warn you, I had easily taken over her body and regained her powers. Life is grand don't you think?" he murmered grimly.
"Where is my daughter?"
"I am your daughter." he spoke sarcastically.
Millions of loud cackles exploded in the air, and Hermione could feel the coldness of the dementors waver a bit, which meant their sardistic cruelness was getting slightly amused.
"She's dead, you silly little mudblood. Lord, may I do the honors?" asked a hooded figure from the front.
"Of course, Lucius. You are to be rewarded after this; much better than Wormtail. While you are granded with the fame of returning the great Dark Lord, he will be your servant," Lord Voldemort spoke carelessly.
A whimper arupted from the backround, which Hermione guessed belonged to Wormtail.
She was crying now, there were no sobs to be heard, but the water that was seeping from her eyelids was unmistakable.
"Now now, let's see the blood of Trinity Levidora G-Malfoy!" Lucius Malfoy shouted, waving his wand slowly across a small cauldron that the crowd was now peering over shoulders to see.
Hermione choked into a coughing fit, as she saw blood escape from the air and sink into the cauldron. A huge fire exploded, and smoke wasped around everywhere.
Everyone else but her seemed unaffected by this, but she could hear some scattered claps among the crowd.
"Silence!" the Lord bellowed. Utter stillness set among the clan once more.
"What are you doing?" Hermione demanded, shivering as the tears flooded along her face.
"Oh, I thought you were smart, Miss Granger. I have your daughter's powers. Twice as much Parseltongue of course, and the markings of a true Seer. Now all I need is her blood to give me her strength and energy. I also need you, you filthy mudblood, to give me some of your blood to regain my cleverness. It has grown old over the years, I am afraid," he said, merely yawning at his essay form explanation.
"Of course, my Lord, especially since there was none to begin with," Hermione stated sarcastically; speaking much more braver than she felt.
Voldemort laughed, and grinning a toothless grin that made Hermione want to hurl right there.
"Oh, and of course, a nice sense of humor. Oh you silly girl," he said, and put his fingers into the blood.
A fluid motion overcame; for the fingers were now twinkiling in gold sparks, and flooding over his body. The blood was slowly decreasing from the small location, and Hermione watched in terror as it connected throughout his whole body.
Everybody began clapping loudly, and some chanting. The dementors were now growing stronger from the sense of evil.
"Strong incantement of Trinity, bring me your mother's flesh and bone," Lord Voldemort's voice bellowing loudly.
Hermione backed away, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in her ribs. As the stabbing pain continued as if thousands of knives were peircing into her skin, she screamed as she saw the blood drain into the cauldron; along with some of the remainders of Trinity's blood. It sprinkled in pure silver [Draco Draco Draco], than gold [Trinity Trinity Trinity], than pure red [Granger Hermione Granger].
"No!" the scream belonged to her, and before she knew what she was doing, her arm reached the end of the cauldron.
It exploded, and her brain was earsplitting with Voldemort's yells as the blood reached her whole body. It drained across her mind, and she felt drenched, and suddenly a burning sensation went through her brain.
She pointed her middle finger accusingly at Lucius Malfoy, smiling a smirk that only belonged to [Draco Draco Draco].
"Mother fucker!"
She needn't say the spell, for the big gash of gleeming silver, green, and red splashed, and hit him, and he went crumbiling to the ground.
Then the thumb pointed vaguely at Voldemort, and she yawned, raising her eyebrows and smiling sweetly [Trinity Trinity Trinity].
He exploded into the ground, into shreds of dust.
"Bitches!" the voice screamed at the mix of death eaters and dementors [Granger Hermione Granger].
The index finger pointed at the cauldron, and it exploded.
The load of hooded figures and faceless serenity endrusted into little tiny peices of glass.
Hermione's body was bubbling with anger, the fire raged from her eyes and hit the several peices of glass. Screaming, a smoke of fire surrounded the area, and she fell backwards.
Blinking, she found herself looking at a eight year old girl bushy haired girl with small glasses that stayed in the tip of her nose and gray eyes. She turned to her other side, and found herself staring into identical gray eyes, belonging to a certain silver haired man.
"Draco!"
"Granger?"
"Uh, Mum? What's going on?"
"Mum? What-?"
"Uh, I guess you should meet your daughter," Hermione said smugly, trying to control the laughter inside of her head. What kind of a sentence was that?
Draco sneered, but his eyes caught sight of the girl and he smirked.
"Thank God she's beautiful. She's got my looks," he said smugly.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Pompous," she said.
"Hey, do you still have that barbie doll?" he asked suddenly, not taking eyes of the little girl who was looking up at him with an identical smirk.
"Aw, a mini-Malfoy smirk," Hermione said, gushing on her daughter rather than answering Draco's question.
Draco rolled his eyes, but looked rather dignified.
"Shut up Granger," he sneered.
"Oh my God, why does this seem so familiar? Make me," she teased playfully.
His lips brushed against hers, once more, and Hermione felt the odd rushing of the lust, and love, it felt as if it had been eternity since they would meet again, and Hermione never thought they would meet in the future. She frowned a bit through her occupied lips, thinking of the whole eight years she had missed out of her life. Oh well, she thought.
"Ew, gross!" a tiny voice squeaked.
They both turned around and saw their daughter wincing.
Hermione laughed.
"Wait till you learn how you were made," Draco sneered back.
"Malfoy!" shrieked Hermione, hitting him over the head.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Gawd, I hate loving you."
"Me too."
"Aw, gee thanks."
Their daughter spoke again, her gray eyes shining brightly.
"You guys are weird..."
* The End *
Author's Note:
Huh? Oh...right. I am so sleepy, I just finished this! Thanks everyone for reviewing! (As for the Avada Kedrava curse, I expect that if someone tries three times, it'll be worse than unmarked, besides, I can't do it without blood...) I love you all; you gave me a new record. 4 chapters and over a 100 reviews is a lot, so thanks for the big support. As you MIGHT know, Dec. 6 is my birthday, so just to let you know. (*cough* birthdaygreetings-inemail-oryou-shalldie *cough*) Uh, yeah. Anyways, I have to say this is one of the stories that I work very hard on (Never Been Kissed too), so I really hate flames because I tried my best on the Dark Arts items, which I think turned out okay, so please leave a review; I really appreciate feedback. I got this beta-read 6 times each chapter (except this one) ; and it was first written in hp.com with absolute careless grammer, and I am glad it all worked out with a extra Epilogue. In the original, they both died and had no child. I hope you liked the ending; I hardly ever state that a story is finished, even if it is, so this is a special one that I pay a lot of attention to. Thank you all for reading and reviewing, and my best wishes to all; I hope you guys had a happy Thanksgiving and wish you a great December (and whichever holiday you celebrate).
Hope to see you soon in another story,
~S.A. Courtney