Hermione took a very quick stop to The Ministry of Magic to get her
apparation licence to work out of the country, booked tickets for The World
Cup and left for Ireland. She arrived at the camp grounds and she began
frantically searching for any sign of Draco. Entering the woods was the
most frightening. No one around but the spiders scuttling on the loose
earth.
"Lumos," she muttered and the tip of her wand lit up. "Where could he be?" she asked herself and suddenly tripped on a tree root. But the thing was it wasn't a tree root! It was a foot! The foot belonged to-
"RON! What are you doing here?"
"I heard you left and I decided to tag along," Ron said while helping her back up. "Your boss said you came to The Quidditch World Cup, and I know you only like Quidditch when one of your friends is playing." That was true. Hermione only watched back in school because Ron was a Chaser and Harry was The Seeker.
"You shouldn't be here! I'm under cover report!" She lied through her teeth. Ron just raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"You're such a terrible liar, Hermione."
"Fine! Fine! I'll spill the beans! I'm looking for Draco." Ron gave her a confused look. "Malfoy! I'm looking for Malfoy!" Ron wrinkled his nose.
"Ferret Boy? Why would you be looking for him?"
"He's in grave danger!" Hermione said in a belligerent tone.
"Good!" Ron said in a cold hearted manner. "It's about time someone offed him!"
"How can you say something like that?" Hermione asked. "He's changed! He's not the spoiled brat he used to be, Ron! Please, come search for him with me!" Ron just sighed but when he met her teary eyes, he couldn't say no.
"Fine, I'll look for him. But I'm not doing this for him, Hermione. I'm doing it because you're my friend and I love you!" Hermione grinned and hugged him.
******
Draco woke to the sound of coughing and drunken laughter. He looked around and saw men wearing faceless masks. He was also being carried.
"Where am I?" Draco asked softly.
"Ireland."
"Why am I here?"
"We plan on going to Hogwarts soon. No more questions." Draco rolled over and realised he was being carried on what felt like a medic table. But it was wood and very uncomfortable.
"Keep that Gryffin in line!" a man shouted. Draco's eyes widened and he looked behind him. True as it was, a Golden Eagle Gryffin, the size of a dragon was tethered and being pulled by one of the Death Eaters. It screamed and clawed the air.
"Poor creature," Draco said quietly to himself. A putrid smell suddenly met his nose and a wraith like figure stood over him.
"Draco Malfoy, so pleased to meet you at last," said a cold, high pitched voice. Draco knew who this was right away. This was The Dark Lord! You-Know- Who! Voldemort!
"Get up, boy!" Lucius' voice came from an icy mask and pulled him off the stretcher and got tied to a tree. A pale woman was right beside him. He didn't recognize her at first, but then realised it was-
"Alisha Lexington! What are you doing here?" Draco whispered quietly. Her head bumped her chest and she looked at him with beet red eyes.
"They took my Gryffin. I've had him since I was at school at Hogwarts." Alisha's eyes began to roll. She looked terribly sick and beaten. Lucius walked over and began kissing Alisha. "Hello, Judas," she spoke in her iciest voice. "Why do you kill your own?" Lucius rolled up the sleeve on her robe and dug his fingernails into her Dark Mark tattoo.
"You sometimes have to do some things to get to the top," he told her.
"You said you loved me!" Alisha cried.
"That's right. I SAID! Words mean nothing, dear. Remember that." Draco had to close his eyes since neon green light nearly blinded him. He looked back over to see Alisha with her eyes wide open, pale as a ghost.
"Lucius, fetch the Gryffin."
"Yes, my lord." The Gryffin began to get very violent when it saw his master was dead. Draco could have sworn he saw some tears drip into the Gryffin's gleaming feathers. Lucius kicked the majestic creature in the ribs and it collapsed to the ground. It let out a pitiful whimper and Draco's father kicked it again.
"Careful, Malfoy. I need that Gryffin," the Dark Lord told Lucius and grabbed his shoulder with his weak hand. Draco suddenly began to remember the french his father told him.
"I like you. It's to bad I have to kill my own son.....," Draco translated out loud. The Dark Lord looked his way.
"Yes, Draco. You will die, but do it properly. Not like your father," he said quaintly.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked. Lucius smiled and wrapped his hands around Draco's neck.
"You didn't think I was really your father, did you?" he smiled and kissed Draco. Draco pulled back and spat at Lucius.
"Who is my father, you snake?" he demanded. Lucius wiped away the saliva off his discontented face.
"Malicious Wilkins was your true father." Draco suddenly remember his mother introducing herself to Hermione. 'My name is Narcissa Wilkins.' He always thought Wilkins was her maiden name. Lucius smiled and continued.
"He used to work for The Ministry of Magic. He was one of the people that helped the Potters go into hiding. One of the reasons why we killed him. You were to young to remember, but I dated your mother for a few weeks after his death and told her who helped kill her friends Lily and James. I threatened to kill the last part of her husband, her dear son Draco if she didn't keep her lips sealed."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Draco whimpered. Lucius lightly touched Draco's forehead and clenched his teeth. Draco suddenly had images flash into his mind. They slowed down to what almost seemed like an old muggle film.
"Narcissa, take Draco and Alanna back home! I need to help James get to Godric's Hollow," said a deep, warm voice. Draco saw who it came from. It was a tall, blonde man with steel eyes. Blue just like Draco's.
"Malicious! I won't leave you!" Draco recognized who that was. It was his mother twenty years younger, holding a bundle in her arms and with a little girl clutching her hand. Malicious looked into Narcissa's eyes and kissed her and his children.
"Go! It's not safe here!" Narcissa finally left and what looked like an older Harry Potter with no scar came into the picture with a pretty looking lady.
"Malicious, you have no idea how much we appreciate this!" said the older Harry.
"No problem, James! If you need anything....," he was cut short when a figure of whipping cloaks whooshed around them.
"Think you can hide forever, Potter?" a man with short black hair and bright green eyes asked.
"No, Tom. But I can fight!" James Potter replied. "Lily, take Harry and go to the Wilkins's manor!"
"James!"
"Lily! GO!" It faded out with the sound of terrified screams and into what looked like the Malfoy's old sitting room with Narcissa clutching the little girl and baby Draco. Pounding knocks came from the door in the hallway and Alanna began to cry.
"It's okay, sweetie. We're going to be fine," Narcissa cried along with her while stroking Alanna's hair. Three Death Eaters strode into the room and Narcissa stood up and glared into the eyeholes of one of the masks.
"Surrender to The Dark Lord, woman!" said...LUCIUS MALFOY!
"I will never surrender to Lord Voldemort!" she hollered at him. Lucius had something behind his back and he pulled it out in front of him. It was a bloody and severed head. Narcissa clapped her hands to her mouth to keep herself from vomiting.
"Daddy!" screamed Alanna. Lucius looked down at her and pulled her close to him by her hair. Alanna screamed and began kicking at Lucius.
"NO!" Narcissa yelled.
"Bow down to the dark lord!" Lucius growled.
"NEVER!" Lucius pulled out a steely sword and the girl's eyes widened and blood trickled down her bottom lip.
"Get off my sword!" Lucius shouted and Alanna was shoved off of the silver blade in which he used to stab her in the spine. Narcissa dropped to her knees and began crying. One of the other Death Eater's pulled her back up. She tried to run away, out the door, but tripped. She looked down to see the stony faces of Lily and James Potter. She shrieked and Lucius grabbed her and held up Draco by one leg who was screaming.
"Join or the infant dies!" Narcissa took Draco from Lucius.
"I'll join. But I will never bow down to The Dark Lord or you!"
Lucius' fingers left Draco's skin and Draco tried to keep his lunch down.
"Now you know." Lucius Malfoy's tone had never changed since that night he murdered his true father.
"Lumos," she muttered and the tip of her wand lit up. "Where could he be?" she asked herself and suddenly tripped on a tree root. But the thing was it wasn't a tree root! It was a foot! The foot belonged to-
"RON! What are you doing here?"
"I heard you left and I decided to tag along," Ron said while helping her back up. "Your boss said you came to The Quidditch World Cup, and I know you only like Quidditch when one of your friends is playing." That was true. Hermione only watched back in school because Ron was a Chaser and Harry was The Seeker.
"You shouldn't be here! I'm under cover report!" She lied through her teeth. Ron just raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"You're such a terrible liar, Hermione."
"Fine! Fine! I'll spill the beans! I'm looking for Draco." Ron gave her a confused look. "Malfoy! I'm looking for Malfoy!" Ron wrinkled his nose.
"Ferret Boy? Why would you be looking for him?"
"He's in grave danger!" Hermione said in a belligerent tone.
"Good!" Ron said in a cold hearted manner. "It's about time someone offed him!"
"How can you say something like that?" Hermione asked. "He's changed! He's not the spoiled brat he used to be, Ron! Please, come search for him with me!" Ron just sighed but when he met her teary eyes, he couldn't say no.
"Fine, I'll look for him. But I'm not doing this for him, Hermione. I'm doing it because you're my friend and I love you!" Hermione grinned and hugged him.
******
Draco woke to the sound of coughing and drunken laughter. He looked around and saw men wearing faceless masks. He was also being carried.
"Where am I?" Draco asked softly.
"Ireland."
"Why am I here?"
"We plan on going to Hogwarts soon. No more questions." Draco rolled over and realised he was being carried on what felt like a medic table. But it was wood and very uncomfortable.
"Keep that Gryffin in line!" a man shouted. Draco's eyes widened and he looked behind him. True as it was, a Golden Eagle Gryffin, the size of a dragon was tethered and being pulled by one of the Death Eaters. It screamed and clawed the air.
"Poor creature," Draco said quietly to himself. A putrid smell suddenly met his nose and a wraith like figure stood over him.
"Draco Malfoy, so pleased to meet you at last," said a cold, high pitched voice. Draco knew who this was right away. This was The Dark Lord! You-Know- Who! Voldemort!
"Get up, boy!" Lucius' voice came from an icy mask and pulled him off the stretcher and got tied to a tree. A pale woman was right beside him. He didn't recognize her at first, but then realised it was-
"Alisha Lexington! What are you doing here?" Draco whispered quietly. Her head bumped her chest and she looked at him with beet red eyes.
"They took my Gryffin. I've had him since I was at school at Hogwarts." Alisha's eyes began to roll. She looked terribly sick and beaten. Lucius walked over and began kissing Alisha. "Hello, Judas," she spoke in her iciest voice. "Why do you kill your own?" Lucius rolled up the sleeve on her robe and dug his fingernails into her Dark Mark tattoo.
"You sometimes have to do some things to get to the top," he told her.
"You said you loved me!" Alisha cried.
"That's right. I SAID! Words mean nothing, dear. Remember that." Draco had to close his eyes since neon green light nearly blinded him. He looked back over to see Alisha with her eyes wide open, pale as a ghost.
"Lucius, fetch the Gryffin."
"Yes, my lord." The Gryffin began to get very violent when it saw his master was dead. Draco could have sworn he saw some tears drip into the Gryffin's gleaming feathers. Lucius kicked the majestic creature in the ribs and it collapsed to the ground. It let out a pitiful whimper and Draco's father kicked it again.
"Careful, Malfoy. I need that Gryffin," the Dark Lord told Lucius and grabbed his shoulder with his weak hand. Draco suddenly began to remember the french his father told him.
"I like you. It's to bad I have to kill my own son.....," Draco translated out loud. The Dark Lord looked his way.
"Yes, Draco. You will die, but do it properly. Not like your father," he said quaintly.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked. Lucius smiled and wrapped his hands around Draco's neck.
"You didn't think I was really your father, did you?" he smiled and kissed Draco. Draco pulled back and spat at Lucius.
"Who is my father, you snake?" he demanded. Lucius wiped away the saliva off his discontented face.
"Malicious Wilkins was your true father." Draco suddenly remember his mother introducing herself to Hermione. 'My name is Narcissa Wilkins.' He always thought Wilkins was her maiden name. Lucius smiled and continued.
"He used to work for The Ministry of Magic. He was one of the people that helped the Potters go into hiding. One of the reasons why we killed him. You were to young to remember, but I dated your mother for a few weeks after his death and told her who helped kill her friends Lily and James. I threatened to kill the last part of her husband, her dear son Draco if she didn't keep her lips sealed."
"How do I know you're not lying?" Draco whimpered. Lucius lightly touched Draco's forehead and clenched his teeth. Draco suddenly had images flash into his mind. They slowed down to what almost seemed like an old muggle film.
"Narcissa, take Draco and Alanna back home! I need to help James get to Godric's Hollow," said a deep, warm voice. Draco saw who it came from. It was a tall, blonde man with steel eyes. Blue just like Draco's.
"Malicious! I won't leave you!" Draco recognized who that was. It was his mother twenty years younger, holding a bundle in her arms and with a little girl clutching her hand. Malicious looked into Narcissa's eyes and kissed her and his children.
"Go! It's not safe here!" Narcissa finally left and what looked like an older Harry Potter with no scar came into the picture with a pretty looking lady.
"Malicious, you have no idea how much we appreciate this!" said the older Harry.
"No problem, James! If you need anything....," he was cut short when a figure of whipping cloaks whooshed around them.
"Think you can hide forever, Potter?" a man with short black hair and bright green eyes asked.
"No, Tom. But I can fight!" James Potter replied. "Lily, take Harry and go to the Wilkins's manor!"
"James!"
"Lily! GO!" It faded out with the sound of terrified screams and into what looked like the Malfoy's old sitting room with Narcissa clutching the little girl and baby Draco. Pounding knocks came from the door in the hallway and Alanna began to cry.
"It's okay, sweetie. We're going to be fine," Narcissa cried along with her while stroking Alanna's hair. Three Death Eaters strode into the room and Narcissa stood up and glared into the eyeholes of one of the masks.
"Surrender to The Dark Lord, woman!" said...LUCIUS MALFOY!
"I will never surrender to Lord Voldemort!" she hollered at him. Lucius had something behind his back and he pulled it out in front of him. It was a bloody and severed head. Narcissa clapped her hands to her mouth to keep herself from vomiting.
"Daddy!" screamed Alanna. Lucius looked down at her and pulled her close to him by her hair. Alanna screamed and began kicking at Lucius.
"NO!" Narcissa yelled.
"Bow down to the dark lord!" Lucius growled.
"NEVER!" Lucius pulled out a steely sword and the girl's eyes widened and blood trickled down her bottom lip.
"Get off my sword!" Lucius shouted and Alanna was shoved off of the silver blade in which he used to stab her in the spine. Narcissa dropped to her knees and began crying. One of the other Death Eater's pulled her back up. She tried to run away, out the door, but tripped. She looked down to see the stony faces of Lily and James Potter. She shrieked and Lucius grabbed her and held up Draco by one leg who was screaming.
"Join or the infant dies!" Narcissa took Draco from Lucius.
"I'll join. But I will never bow down to The Dark Lord or you!"
Lucius' fingers left Draco's skin and Draco tried to keep his lunch down.
"Now you know." Lucius Malfoy's tone had never changed since that night he murdered his true father.