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A/n I messed up the chapter numbers, so this is really eight, not seven. I'll fix the other chapters as soon as I can. Anyways, Thanks reviewers soo much! I love all of you guys! This chapter has A LOT of info that will be VERY important later. It might be a LITTLE confusing at first, but read it ALL and you will get it ^-^ Review… or else… *threatens with toothpick*
Hermione was reading her spell book in their common room when Draco came out of the shower. "Amandemor… I wonder what this is…" she muttered to herself as she flipped the page. Draco froze. He had heard of this spell. Suddenly it hit him. "That's a very powerful dark spell. Only those with major dark powers can perform it." Hermione turned, suddenly interested. "Well? What can it do?" Draco shifted his weight uncertainly. "Well… It was kept secret until about 1507 when some wizard had it preformed incorrectly on him, and it didn't quite work." Hermione nodded. "But what can it do?" "Ahm, I uh, forgot." He dashed off to his dorm and Hermione turned back to the book. "I wonder what it can do… Guess I'll find out." Looking back at the book, she began to read on.
"The Amandemor Curse was discovered in about 1300 bc. It was named after the witch who discovered it, Amande Mor (the name). This witch was the Queen of Blackness at the time, the early dark lord. Her slaves were only allowed to eat the dead animals and mainly people that the curse was used on (Deatheaters). The Queen was a very powerful witch, with even greater powers than the modern lord (the ink here was blacked out very badly, for you could still see hints of the V, l, d, and t in Voldemort.) The curse's knowledge and damage cannot be attained in a book such as this one. Only through the man who discovered this curse from the silence of the Dark Circle, (Tomi S. Fallen) will a reader be able to get information. Chapter 7, Healing charms"
Sighing, Hermione threw the book down on the table. She might never know what this curse would do. This book, after all, was from the restricted section of the library. "Ugh! What does the friggen curse DO?!" she moaned in frustration. Draco walked out of his room, his black robes on over black pants and a deep blue long sleeved shirt. "Having fun sweetie?" he grinned, and got a smack in the face with a pillow. "Draaaacoooooo!" Still laughing he picked up the book to see what she had found out about the curse. Reading, his face fell. "So you're probably itching to know ALL about the curse, aren't you…" He sighed and leaned back into the sofa, closing his eyes. Visions of his father and Voldemort surrounded him.
"Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius Malfoy. You must have heard the tale of the Amandemor curse long ago." No I haven't you son of a bitch why don't you explain it to me Draco blinked. "No… sir… Please tell me… I want to learn as much as I can from you your honor." Draco bowed his head a little. Voldemort laughed a high, evil laugh. "I can read your mind. Do not forget that. Crucify!" Draco withered on the ground, twitching and screaming, unable to see through his now swollen eyes. He tried to cry, but no sound came out. Suddenly, it stopped. GOD DAMN! The pain washed over him once more. MOTHER FU- That was all. "AVADA KEDAV-" he saw a green light beginning to swell at the tip of Voldemort's wand before his feet left the ground, and he was plunged into a trash can at a wizard "Macy Donald- The muggle Humburger" he got a few stares from the witches and wizards in the shop, but he cried out in happiness and kissed the base of the trash can, getting "sweetie's sour sauce" shoved up his nose. He groaned, and sat up.
"Draco!!! HELLO?? IS THERE ANYONE IN THAT RIDICULOUSLY BLONDE HEAD OF YOURS?!" Hermione was waving her hand in his face, and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Huh? What? Who… oh hi Mione." She sighed. "FINALLY! I've been screaming for ten minutes!! What was going on in there?" Draco looked distant again. "OH not AGAIN!" she groaned and put her head in his lap and closed her eyes. Absent mindedly, he put his hand on her stomach and still stared off. "He tried to kill me…" he muttered. "Huh?" he looked down at the girl. "Never mind. Let's go to breakfast. I'm starving!" Hermione sighed (once again) and slowly got to her feet. She gave Draco a worried look before they headed out the door.
Three days later, they waved good-bye to the first and second years as they watched them trudge down the stairs and to Hogsmead to catch the eleven o'clock train to London. Dumbledor had specifically told them to stay this year for Draco's own safety, (no hints) and besides, where would Hermione go? They had both agreed, and had done their "week before Christmas" duties of watching the students leave and wandering around the castle. The Christmas decorating had been going on, and even Snape got into the mood. For once, his dungeon halls were flooded with black candles burning red and green flames, and the windows that were black with grit and slime, were now red and green with grit and slime. The wildest room was the transfiguration room, and most beautiful was the great hall. The transfiguration room no longer had desks and chairs, but a sleigh, reindeer, and a fat man that would walk around the room bumping into walls and saying, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!" and scaring Draco half to death when Lockhart stupidly left the door open and let him into Draco's dorm. The great hall looked fabulous with red and green streamers hanging magically from the walls, and real faeries giggling and tip toeing around the candle chandeliers that hung low over the table. The five tables were gone, and all that remained was a small, round table with crackers that would come up whenever one was taken. Pure white snow trickled down from the ceiling and a snowman walked around throwing snowballs at the professors and tickling Hermione whenever she walked by. Too bad Draco thought that it was creevy, because he jumped on it and started beating the crap out of it the first day. Hogwarts was seriously in the Christmas mood, and there was still a week to go.
On the second day of being free from all of the students, Lockhart ran into the great hall, trying to mimic Quarrel in Draco and Hermione's first year. (A.n Come on now, play along ^^) "HARRY POTTER!! IN THE DUNGEON!! Just thought that you should know…" thump. Draco froze in his seat, and Hermione paled severely, and looked on the verge of passing out as she shook violently. "Teachers, we must go contain him! Hermione, Draco, lock the doors to the hall, and get to the high table. Go to the room behind the wall. Lock that door and don't come out until we come get you. Hurry now!! We will send food up if we don't catch him in the next hour. Teachers! This way!" Dumbledor, clearly in a panic, hurried out the door to the hall with all the teachers in tow. As soon as he was out, Hermione whimpered and locked the door with a spell that even alohamora couldn't be used to unlock with.
Sitting in that little room for hours, they summoned books from their rooms, which passed right through the walls, and they relaxed. Hermione re read the information about the horrible curse, Amandemor. "What the hell does it do?!" Draco closed his eyes and leaned a little more on Hermione. He knew that this conversation would come. "Draco. Tell me NOW what the hell this curse does!" Draco sighed and looked into her eyes. He had to tell her. Now.
A/n Whew. I really needed a new idea to get Harry back into the story for a second, so I guess that was what is best. Don't flame me over the stupid Lockhart thing!! ^^
It was my best idea!! Ok REVIEW!! There is SO MUCH left to the story! Don't worry about it! If you HAVE to have something in this story, go ahead and tell me in your review and I will do the best I can to fit it in. Thanks SO much to all my reviewers! Btw- check out my newest story! Its pretty good… maybe… It has a lot of flashbacks though. I'll update soon! Don't worry!