I Can't Let You Go
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. *sigh*
Chapter One: Bad News
"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who dont do anything about it."
*Albert Einstein*
"Lucius."
"Yes, master." Lucius bowed his head in respect to Voldemort.
They were in an abandoned old house in a secluded area of the Muggle world. They figured that would be the last place anyone would look for Voldemort.
"You have been most faitful to me. I have waited long enough. It's time to take the first step towards destroying all that is good. In the end, no Mudbloods will stand a chance. Not even Harry Potter or Dumbledore will be able to stop me."
Voldemort laughed. It was a laugh that sent chills down the spine of everyone in a ten mile radius.
"Yes, master. You will be more powerful then ever. Those Mudbloods are so ignorant and oblivious to us but when you get through, they will know and fear us. Everyone would, Mudbloods and wizards alike."
Lucius Malfoy would love to see the day when all mudbloods will suffer. He had been the first one to volunteer willingly to follow Voldemort in the very beginning.
Voldemort's eyes glinted. "I look forward to that day. But I can wait. What's a few more months?"
Lucius felt a chill down his spine.
He didn't say anything but waited for his master to continue.
"You know what you must do. Your son plays a big part in this."
Lucius nodded. "Yes I know, master. I will immediately put the plan into action."
He got ready to leave.
"Don't disappoint me, Lucius. You will regret it. And remember... if your son fails, you'll be getting the punishment. We can't afford to lose him now can we?"
"Y-yes, master."
Lucius Apparated, a chill running down his spine upon hearing the malice in Voldemort's voice. He shivered in fear and apprehension.
***
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was in Hogwarts writing letters. He felt as if something is going to happen soon. He didn't know what but he felt it in his every waking moment that he can almost taste it. After the events of the Triwizard Tournament a year ago, everyone had been on edge.
Dumbledore put down his quill and rubbed his temples. He was exhuasted but he knew he couldn't rest. Not yet
.
Months has gone by and Voldemort hadn't been seen anywhere. This put people more on edge it was like they were about to fall into some bottomless pit of fear and anxiety.
Dumbledore knew Voldemort was planning something. And when it comes... he doesn't know if everyone would be ready for it.
At least, he had made some precautions. Everyone was that much safer.
Panic has been and still is passing through the wizarding world in waves. The Ministry of Magic had a heck of a job setting everyone down.
Dumbledore had tried to persuade Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic to take more dramatic actions to ensure that everyone - Muggles and wizards- will be safe.
But like that first time afte the Triwizard Tournament, he refused. Fudge had refused to believe that Voldemort was back anh had held onto that pathetic belief. He had walked around with more confidence after there were no news of Voldemort.
Fudge was too blinded by his position and Dumbledore had pointed that out to him again but he had accused him of being jealous of his position. Dumbledore had done all that he could. All he can do now is hope that they all will be ready when diaster strikes...
***
Hermione Granger was at home studying even though there was a little more than a month before school started again.
She decided to take a break and write back to her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They'll be seeing each other next week. She and Harry would be staying at Ron's again. She was so excited and she couldn't wait. She missed her best friends so much.
She had just sent her letters off y owl when she heard her mom call her downstairs.
She picked up her cat, Crookshanks and made her way downstairs. "Yes, mom?"
Her mom was in the living down, sitting on the couch.
"I got something to tell you. Come on, sit down." She patted the spot next to her.
Both her parents were nice, sweet - tempered people. Her mother's hair was not as bushy as Hermione's. Her hair and eyes were darker while her faither's hair and eyes were lighter. And of course, her parents both had perfect teeth. Hermione was happy that her hair was not as bushy anymore but more as wavy.
She could hear her father in the kitchen, preparing dinner
.
Hermione sat down, pettin Crookshanks. She looked at her mother and waited patiently for her to continue.
Her mother licked her lips nervously. "How shall I say this? Um... you can't go to your friend, Ron's house this summer."
At the sound of those words, Hermione jumped to her feet. Crookshanks meowed angrily and slinked away. She had been looking forward to next week when she can see her friends again.
"Let me explain and sit down first. We're going to have a guest for the rest of the summer." She held up her hand to silence her daughter. "I ran
into someone I knew a long time ago and haven't seen in a long time... I ran into him in Diagon Alley looking for a Back - to - School prensent for you. I agreed to do him a favor and I need you to help me out."
"What do you want me to help you with?" Hermione grumbled.
"I need you to keep his son company. He's your age and you father and I would be at work most of the time. Your father had I have agreed on this matter. It's just for this summer and you won't have to do it again unless you want to-"
"Mom."
"I know how you feel about him and-"
"Mom!"
She grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Who is this guy that I have to spend the rest of the summer with?"
"I want to give you your present first. Here." She handed her daughter a blank blue journal with a beautiful unicorn on the cover.
Hermione looked at it, puzzled. "Mom, it's beautiful why did you buy me this? You know I'm not the type of girl who writes her every thoughts and feelings in diary."
"Yeah, I know but you will be writing in it soon," she replied with a knowing look. "The ink turns invisible once you write on it," she added, cheerfully.
Hermione nodded, slowly. "Unless I tap on it with my wand and say the right word..." It finally dawned on her. "Did you buy this for me as a bribe, mom?"
Her mom looked her guiltily. "Not exactly. I just didn't want you to refuse."
Hermione grew angry. Her own mother just tried to bribe her when she knew that her daughter can't be. "Who's coming to stay?"
"He's one of your schoolmates..." She closed her eyes and grimaced. "I'm sorry, honey. It's Draco Malfoy."
Hermione jumped up again. "WHAT!?"
"I know how you feel about him, Hermione," Her mom said. She was serious now, no longer nervous. "I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt. He can't be all that bad."
"Mom, he;s a pompous, conceited, arrogant, irritating git! I can't be near him without wanting to hex him. And his father is a Death Eater and he's going to follow in his footsteps-"
"I want you to be civil with him. Try to."
Hermione ignored her. "And speaking of Lucius Malfoy... what was your relationship with him that he can ask you for favors?"
Her mom didn't respond for a while. Then, "Don't worry about Lucius and me. Just concentrate on being civil with Draco. He'll be here the day after tomorrow. And yes, that soon."
"First name basis, huh? I hope dad knows about this..."
Her mom fixed her with a stern glare much like Professor McGonagell's.
Hermione plopped back down on the couch in anger and defeat.
"Yeah, I'll try to be civil with him. Try. But if one or both of us end up dead or seriously injured, don't say I didn't warn you."
***
Hermione spent most of the next day cleaning and preparing the guest room for Malfoy, grumbling the whole time.
She had written to Ron explaining why she wouldn't be staying at his house this summer. Ron and Harry written back, shock and in disbelief. They had also promised to be there in a flash if Malfoy tried anything.
She felt considerably better because she had no idea how she was going to survive the rest of the summer.
The next day, Hermione's parents informed her that she would be greeting Malfoy alone since they had to go to work. She felt gloomier than before if that's even possible.
Hermione was in her room trying to read a book which was impossible since she was dreading the moment when he would arrive, when the doorbell rang.
Hermione groaned. "Here we go, Crookshanks."
She didn't rush to the door. In fact, she took as long as she possibly could. When she got to the door, she considered not to be home.
"Granger, I know you're in there."
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she threw open the door. He was leaning against one of the pillars that held up the porch roof. His arms were crossed. She was surprised that he was wearing Muggle clothes and not the wizard robes that he was used to. When she opened the door, he smirked at her.
She stood in the doorway and they stared at each other, with dislike. He looked so arrogant, smug and so... so.. Draco Malfoy-ish that she couldn't stand it. And now she has to live with him and see him everyday and she just couldn't think about it.
"Are you going to stare at me all day or let me in?"
She shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I told my mom that I'll try to be civil with you. You better not try anything or-"
"Don't worry, Granger. I'll behave myself. In your house." He smiled at her in a contradicting way.
She ignored it and said, "I'm surprised you're wearing Muggle clothes. Doesn't the thought just sicken you?"
"Yeah but not as much. I have to look the part now, don't I?"
She snorted and stepped aside. He walked past her carrying two luggage bags.
"Help me with those, will you?" He indicated to his school trunck and another heavy luggage bag on the porch.
Malfoy was there barely ten minutes and he has already testing Hermione's patience.
After heaving and pulling the heavy luggage for about five minutes, she finally got them into the entrance hall. She wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand. Malfoy had been watching her the whole time, leaning against the wall. "It never occurred to you to help me, did it?" She snapped at him while straighted her t-shirt and dusted off her jeans.
"You looked like you had it. I didn't want to interfere." He smirked at her again.
"Ugh!" She slammed the door shut and turned to glare at him.
"Are you going to stare at me the whole time I'm here?" His smirk grew wider. "Where's my room?"
He didn't wait for answer, he decided to look for it himself.
Hermione had the sudden urge to hex him over and over again.
"Follow me," she grumbled. They climbed the stairs and entered to guest room on the right of the hall. The room was across from Hermione's, much to her gloom. The room consisted of a bed, a nightstand, a dresser and other things that a room would have. All in all, it was a plain room. Hermione dumped his trunk and his bags on the floor.
Malfoy plopped down on the bed and said, "Seeing how close our rooms are, don't feel the sudden urge to come in here for any late night... visits."
"That'll never happen, Malfoy," she retorted in disgust and she was sure her face showed it. "Why are you here anyway?"
"My parents went to France for business. No one's home," He answered while looking around the room. Hermione can tell he thought the room was nothing compared to his at home.
"Or just to get away from you."
He glared at her. "Goodbye now and remember no late night visits."
She left the room and entered hers. As she slammed the door shut, she can hear him laughing as he closed his door as well.
How am I going to get throught this? She thought as she leaned against the door.
A/N: Sorry, I didn't proofread! Hope you like it. Chapter 2 would be up soon so check back. Read and review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. *sigh*
Chapter One: Bad News
"The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who dont do anything about it."
*Albert Einstein*
"Lucius."
"Yes, master." Lucius bowed his head in respect to Voldemort.
They were in an abandoned old house in a secluded area of the Muggle world. They figured that would be the last place anyone would look for Voldemort.
"You have been most faitful to me. I have waited long enough. It's time to take the first step towards destroying all that is good. In the end, no Mudbloods will stand a chance. Not even Harry Potter or Dumbledore will be able to stop me."
Voldemort laughed. It was a laugh that sent chills down the spine of everyone in a ten mile radius.
"Yes, master. You will be more powerful then ever. Those Mudbloods are so ignorant and oblivious to us but when you get through, they will know and fear us. Everyone would, Mudbloods and wizards alike."
Lucius Malfoy would love to see the day when all mudbloods will suffer. He had been the first one to volunteer willingly to follow Voldemort in the very beginning.
Voldemort's eyes glinted. "I look forward to that day. But I can wait. What's a few more months?"
Lucius felt a chill down his spine.
He didn't say anything but waited for his master to continue.
"You know what you must do. Your son plays a big part in this."
Lucius nodded. "Yes I know, master. I will immediately put the plan into action."
He got ready to leave.
"Don't disappoint me, Lucius. You will regret it. And remember... if your son fails, you'll be getting the punishment. We can't afford to lose him now can we?"
"Y-yes, master."
Lucius Apparated, a chill running down his spine upon hearing the malice in Voldemort's voice. He shivered in fear and apprehension.
***
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was in Hogwarts writing letters. He felt as if something is going to happen soon. He didn't know what but he felt it in his every waking moment that he can almost taste it. After the events of the Triwizard Tournament a year ago, everyone had been on edge.
Dumbledore put down his quill and rubbed his temples. He was exhuasted but he knew he couldn't rest. Not yet
.
Months has gone by and Voldemort hadn't been seen anywhere. This put people more on edge it was like they were about to fall into some bottomless pit of fear and anxiety.
Dumbledore knew Voldemort was planning something. And when it comes... he doesn't know if everyone would be ready for it.
At least, he had made some precautions. Everyone was that much safer.
Panic has been and still is passing through the wizarding world in waves. The Ministry of Magic had a heck of a job setting everyone down.
Dumbledore had tried to persuade Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic to take more dramatic actions to ensure that everyone - Muggles and wizards- will be safe.
But like that first time afte the Triwizard Tournament, he refused. Fudge had refused to believe that Voldemort was back anh had held onto that pathetic belief. He had walked around with more confidence after there were no news of Voldemort.
Fudge was too blinded by his position and Dumbledore had pointed that out to him again but he had accused him of being jealous of his position. Dumbledore had done all that he could. All he can do now is hope that they all will be ready when diaster strikes...
***
Hermione Granger was at home studying even though there was a little more than a month before school started again.
She decided to take a break and write back to her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They'll be seeing each other next week. She and Harry would be staying at Ron's again. She was so excited and she couldn't wait. She missed her best friends so much.
She had just sent her letters off y owl when she heard her mom call her downstairs.
She picked up her cat, Crookshanks and made her way downstairs. "Yes, mom?"
Her mom was in the living down, sitting on the couch.
"I got something to tell you. Come on, sit down." She patted the spot next to her.
Both her parents were nice, sweet - tempered people. Her mother's hair was not as bushy as Hermione's. Her hair and eyes were darker while her faither's hair and eyes were lighter. And of course, her parents both had perfect teeth. Hermione was happy that her hair was not as bushy anymore but more as wavy.
She could hear her father in the kitchen, preparing dinner
.
Hermione sat down, pettin Crookshanks. She looked at her mother and waited patiently for her to continue.
Her mother licked her lips nervously. "How shall I say this? Um... you can't go to your friend, Ron's house this summer."
At the sound of those words, Hermione jumped to her feet. Crookshanks meowed angrily and slinked away. She had been looking forward to next week when she can see her friends again.
"Let me explain and sit down first. We're going to have a guest for the rest of the summer." She held up her hand to silence her daughter. "I ran
into someone I knew a long time ago and haven't seen in a long time... I ran into him in Diagon Alley looking for a Back - to - School prensent for you. I agreed to do him a favor and I need you to help me out."
"What do you want me to help you with?" Hermione grumbled.
"I need you to keep his son company. He's your age and you father and I would be at work most of the time. Your father had I have agreed on this matter. It's just for this summer and you won't have to do it again unless you want to-"
"Mom."
"I know how you feel about him and-"
"Mom!"
She grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Who is this guy that I have to spend the rest of the summer with?"
"I want to give you your present first. Here." She handed her daughter a blank blue journal with a beautiful unicorn on the cover.
Hermione looked at it, puzzled. "Mom, it's beautiful why did you buy me this? You know I'm not the type of girl who writes her every thoughts and feelings in diary."
"Yeah, I know but you will be writing in it soon," she replied with a knowing look. "The ink turns invisible once you write on it," she added, cheerfully.
Hermione nodded, slowly. "Unless I tap on it with my wand and say the right word..." It finally dawned on her. "Did you buy this for me as a bribe, mom?"
Her mom looked her guiltily. "Not exactly. I just didn't want you to refuse."
Hermione grew angry. Her own mother just tried to bribe her when she knew that her daughter can't be. "Who's coming to stay?"
"He's one of your schoolmates..." She closed her eyes and grimaced. "I'm sorry, honey. It's Draco Malfoy."
Hermione jumped up again. "WHAT!?"
"I know how you feel about him, Hermione," Her mom said. She was serious now, no longer nervous. "I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt. He can't be all that bad."
"Mom, he;s a pompous, conceited, arrogant, irritating git! I can't be near him without wanting to hex him. And his father is a Death Eater and he's going to follow in his footsteps-"
"I want you to be civil with him. Try to."
Hermione ignored her. "And speaking of Lucius Malfoy... what was your relationship with him that he can ask you for favors?"
Her mom didn't respond for a while. Then, "Don't worry about Lucius and me. Just concentrate on being civil with Draco. He'll be here the day after tomorrow. And yes, that soon."
"First name basis, huh? I hope dad knows about this..."
Her mom fixed her with a stern glare much like Professor McGonagell's.
Hermione plopped back down on the couch in anger and defeat.
"Yeah, I'll try to be civil with him. Try. But if one or both of us end up dead or seriously injured, don't say I didn't warn you."
***
Hermione spent most of the next day cleaning and preparing the guest room for Malfoy, grumbling the whole time.
She had written to Ron explaining why she wouldn't be staying at his house this summer. Ron and Harry written back, shock and in disbelief. They had also promised to be there in a flash if Malfoy tried anything.
She felt considerably better because she had no idea how she was going to survive the rest of the summer.
The next day, Hermione's parents informed her that she would be greeting Malfoy alone since they had to go to work. She felt gloomier than before if that's even possible.
Hermione was in her room trying to read a book which was impossible since she was dreading the moment when he would arrive, when the doorbell rang.
Hermione groaned. "Here we go, Crookshanks."
She didn't rush to the door. In fact, she took as long as she possibly could. When she got to the door, she considered not to be home.
"Granger, I know you're in there."
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes as she threw open the door. He was leaning against one of the pillars that held up the porch roof. His arms were crossed. She was surprised that he was wearing Muggle clothes and not the wizard robes that he was used to. When she opened the door, he smirked at her.
She stood in the doorway and they stared at each other, with dislike. He looked so arrogant, smug and so... so.. Draco Malfoy-ish that she couldn't stand it. And now she has to live with him and see him everyday and she just couldn't think about it.
"Are you going to stare at me all day or let me in?"
She shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I told my mom that I'll try to be civil with you. You better not try anything or-"
"Don't worry, Granger. I'll behave myself. In your house." He smiled at her in a contradicting way.
She ignored it and said, "I'm surprised you're wearing Muggle clothes. Doesn't the thought just sicken you?"
"Yeah but not as much. I have to look the part now, don't I?"
She snorted and stepped aside. He walked past her carrying two luggage bags.
"Help me with those, will you?" He indicated to his school trunck and another heavy luggage bag on the porch.
Malfoy was there barely ten minutes and he has already testing Hermione's patience.
After heaving and pulling the heavy luggage for about five minutes, she finally got them into the entrance hall. She wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand. Malfoy had been watching her the whole time, leaning against the wall. "It never occurred to you to help me, did it?" She snapped at him while straighted her t-shirt and dusted off her jeans.
"You looked like you had it. I didn't want to interfere." He smirked at her again.
"Ugh!" She slammed the door shut and turned to glare at him.
"Are you going to stare at me the whole time I'm here?" His smirk grew wider. "Where's my room?"
He didn't wait for answer, he decided to look for it himself.
Hermione had the sudden urge to hex him over and over again.
"Follow me," she grumbled. They climbed the stairs and entered to guest room on the right of the hall. The room was across from Hermione's, much to her gloom. The room consisted of a bed, a nightstand, a dresser and other things that a room would have. All in all, it was a plain room. Hermione dumped his trunk and his bags on the floor.
Malfoy plopped down on the bed and said, "Seeing how close our rooms are, don't feel the sudden urge to come in here for any late night... visits."
"That'll never happen, Malfoy," she retorted in disgust and she was sure her face showed it. "Why are you here anyway?"
"My parents went to France for business. No one's home," He answered while looking around the room. Hermione can tell he thought the room was nothing compared to his at home.
"Or just to get away from you."
He glared at her. "Goodbye now and remember no late night visits."
She left the room and entered hers. As she slammed the door shut, she can hear him laughing as he closed his door as well.
How am I going to get throught this? She thought as she leaned against the door.
A/N: Sorry, I didn't proofread! Hope you like it. Chapter 2 would be up soon so check back. Read and review please!