CHAPTER 12~ The Surprise.Maybe
HERMIONE'S POV~
I knew I wasn't supposed to be roaming around the halls alone, but when did rules ever stop me? It was 2:30 and I had just left the common room to go to the Astronomy Tower. For most of the trip there I wasn't technically alone, there were a few stragglers still walking around.
I opened the door to the Astronomy Tower, and Draco was sitting on the windowsill looking out over the grounds. He was wearing a black long- sleeved t-shirt that had a silver dragon on the back and baggy black jeans.
"I can see someone's a bit impatient," I joked. "You still have ten minutes before you're supposed to be here."
"Yeah, well you know how I am. I don't like to wait," he responded as he crossed half way across the room to meet me. "Now, pray tell, what kind of surprise is this?"
"Follow me and you might find out."
I took his hand and walked over to the door. When we got there, it was locked. I tried to use Alohomora on it, but it didn't work.
There was a low steady voice from behind us. "I don't think you two will be accompanying each other to any place in this school." We turned around to see Lucius Malfoy sitting on the couch with his right foot propped up on his left knee. "I heard that the little mudblood had a surprise for you, Draco, but I decided that I have my own little surprise for the both of you." He smirked evilly.
"What do you want with us?" Draco's voice was demanding yet emotionless.
They looked to be having a glaring contest. It had been a long time since I had seen Draco so mad. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever seen him madder. As I studied the two, I noticed many similarities-the smirk was the first thing, their lips would pull into that same devilish position; their hair was the same color and looked to be the same texture (Lucius' was longer and tamed, while Draco's was still wet and falling in different directions); they had the same steely grey eyes; the same high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. The difference between these two Malfoys could not be seen, only felt-Draco could love while his father's heart was made of steel.
"Draco, Draco, Draco I am disappointed in you. I've already told you what I want." He looked at me and winked.
I was disgusted. I held Draco's hand tighter and moved closer to him. I felt safe around Draco; I knew that he wouldn't let anything hurt me. Although I was the smartest witch, there was something about Lucius Malfoy that made me get goose bumps, and I had a strong feeling that Draco could handle him better than I could.
"You lay a hand on her and I swear to all the gods in the sky, I will kill you. It will be slow and painful, and you will be begging to die," Draco said threateningly.
"I won't have to lay a hand on her." His voice was as smooth as ever. It actually sounded as if he were bored. "Did you forget that she could be dead with one flick of my wand? Or are you blinded by her? It seems to me that you are blinded by her. The only way to make you see again will be to destroy this mudblood."
"You won't touch her you dirty bastard!" Draco yelled. "You leave her the fuck alone! Do you hear me?" He stepped in front of me to shield me from Lucius' view, but still held onto my hand.
I was shivering uncontrollably, and every time Lucius spoke it got worse. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked. I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Thanks to you, I don't have a mother anymore. Or did you forget, you killed her? I fucking hate you! You are a no-good, worthless piece of shit, and you deserve to die."
That was a mistake. Draco was put under the full body bind, and Lucius grabbed me by the wrist. "I'm taking you back to the Manor. Don't worry, I won't kill you.yet."
I was too scared to respond. I could feel a bruise forming on my already scarred wrist. Lucius somehow managed to get the three of us on his broom and back to the Malfoy Manor.
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DRACO'S POV~
As soon as we got to the Manor, Lucius took the body bind curse off me, and told me to take Hermione up to my room. I still didn't know what was in store for us, but I knew it couldn't be good.
"Draco, I'm scared," Hermione managed to squeak out. Both her voice and her body were shaking.
" I know. So am I," I whispered. "But we'll get through this. We just have to stay strong. We'll fight him."
I laid down on my bed, and Hermione crawled up next to me. In truth, I knew that I couldn't fight Lucius alone very easily, but I couldn't tell her the truth yet. I didn't know what to do though.
"Draco, we can't fight him alone. We're gunna need help, and he took our wands. There's nothing we can do to stop him. He's manic and working under Voldemort's orders."
"Everything will work out," I assured her. **Maybe not for a while though.** I kept reminding myself.
I knew his ways. He would let us share my room for one night, and then he'd take her away. He'd kill her slowly. He would use mind games to force her to the brink of insanity. All the while I'd be locked up in my room pacing and feeling sorry that I couldn't do anything.
"Hermione?" I said softly.
"Yes."
"I love you."
"I lover you too, Draco." There was silence for a while, and then she asked, "Draco, am I gunna die?"
"I don't know yet."
"Will you save me?"
"If I can."
"What's he gunna do?"
I paused. I didn't want to tell her, but I had to, and I did. "He'll probably take you away from me tomorrow morning. He won't let us talk to or see each other. He'll play mind games with you and torture you slowly. I will try anything I can to prevent that."
She didn't cry, but her lips were trembling. I pulled her closer to me, and she clung to me tightly. "After tonight we may never see each other again," she whispered. "I'm gunna die just when I have found true happiness. Everything good will be sucked away."
"Try to stay optimistic, Hermione, please. You won't die tomorrow. I love you too much to let that happen to you. I won't leave you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep. We'll be separated tomorrow. You said so yourself."
I didn't respond. There was nothing I could say. I knew she was right and had caught me, but I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be her hero, her savior, but I couldn't be. That wasn't my purpose in life. I was never anywhere close to being heroic. I never wanted to be in the spotlight for my courageous duties. That was Potter's job, and it looked like he enjoyed it to me.
I looked down at Hermione. Her eyes were closed and her breath was slow and even; she had fallen asleep. Thinking that it wasn't such a bad idea, I had soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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HERMIONE'S POV~
I woke up the next morning to a fight between Draco and Lucius. "GET OUT NOW!" Draco was screaming. "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HER!"
"If you won't let me take her, then I'll just have to take her by force," Lucius snarled. He pointed his wand at Draco and muttered something. Sparks came shooting out of the end, but Draco easily dodged it.
"LEAVE!" Draco bellowed. "I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!"
"You are foolish," Lucius said maliciously. "She is nothing. A mudblood- dirty in every way. What do you see in that? I brought you up better than this, boy! I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me."
"You put me through hell. I have been abused since the day I was born. I grew up totally emotionless. Everyone around me would be smiling, laughing, crying, but not me. I never knew any of that. I was never permitted to make my own decisions. You made me a puppet, forced me to do stupid things. Times change, Lucius, people change. I won't be your servant any longer. Everything you have ever told me has been a lie. You say that muggle-borns are dirty. They're not! Hermione is the purest creature on the face of this Earth. She has no flaws. She is the most perfect person I have ever met-"
Lucius cut him off with his laughter. It wasn't happy laughter. His voice was malign and his eyes colder than I had ever seen them. "That is truly funny-a pure mudblood. That must be the oxymoron of the century."
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to jump off the bed and strangle him with my bare hands. While he was still chuckling, his eyes were staring intently at Draco. I got up and slapped him as hard as I could (which, mind you, was damn hard).
He stopped cackling at once and turned his furious glare towards me. Draco stepped in front of me as Lucius raised his fist. Instead of connecting with my temple, he connected with Draco's jaw. There was a loud cracking sound, but Draco ignored the pain.
Draco raised his fist to strike, but Lucius shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" and Draco was sent flying into the opposite wall.
I tried to run to him, but Lucius grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I kicked and punched with all my might, but my attempts were futile; he would not let me down. He carried me to a separate room just as Draco said he would. "You're a goddamn bastard," I hissed at him. "You don't have a fucking heart. You are the fucking pawn of a worthless half-blood. What kind of fucking life is that?"
"Shut up you mudblood bitch!" He hit me across the face. When he saw that I was unfazed, he hit me a little harder.
"You won't get the satisfaction of seeing me cry," I said. "I've been through this with my parents. I've learned to control myself."
"I'll leave you here for a bit. I have some business to take care of." With that, he swept out of the room and I heard the distinct sound of a click as the door closed.
I looked around the room that was deathly quiet. The bed I was sitting on was queen-sized and had black sheets on it. A bookcase stood in the corner. There was only one window, and it was about five stories up. If I jumped, I would have been badly injured.
Finding I had nothing better to do, I slowly crossed the room to the bookshelf and scanned the titles of the books. Every single one was about death. It was a little scary that so many books could be written about such a gruesome topic. I chose the thickest book, which happened to be the book with the most blunt title: Death. I carried the book over to the bed and sat down to read. I didn't know how long I had been reading when I came across a passage that said:
"Death is the beginning of a new life. It is like being re-born. A renaissance. After death, you will be free. Your hate and anger will leave you, and feelings of love and kindness will take over. The ones you love will not be forgotten, but you will miss your enemies greatly. There is no Heaven or Hell, only freedom."
After reading this passage, I began to analyze it in my head. My mind began to venture to Draco and if he would escape and come to rescue me, and then they drifted back to the muggle world. I was reminded of the song "Like A Stone" by Audioslave. The words were running through my head, and I couldn't help but think the song was written for me. ~*~ On a cobweb afternoon In a room on emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone And if we're good we'll lay to rest Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be Room by room patiently I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone
On my deathbed I will pray To the gods and the angels Like a pagan to anyone Who will take me to heaven To a place I recall I was there so long ago The sky was bruised The win was bled And there you led me on
In your house I long to be Room by room I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone
And I read on Until the day I was gone And I sat in regret Of all the things I've done For all that I've blessed And all that I've wronged In dreams until my death I will wonder on
In your house I long to be Room by room I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone ~*~
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DRACO'S POV~
I was pacing my room when the door opened. Lucius walked in along with two people who I had never met before. "Draco, I want you to meet the Desmarcues. They have been supporters of Voldemort's for years. We've been in touch lately because I wanted to check up on them. I found out that they've been living in the muggle world for the past sixteen years, since their daughter was born. She was always a bright little girl, and always very caring. She was accepted into Hogwarts, and they wanted her to be in Slytherin, like they were. They started to abuse her so she would have a cold heart. That didn't work and she was sorted into Gryffindor."
My eyes widened. Hermione was their daughter.
"Draco, if I'm not mistaken, you know their daughter, Hermione Granger-well Desmarcue. And to think that the little mudblood bitch was part of one of the oldest wizarding families."
"Don't call her that," I said weakly.
He went on as if he didn't hear me, "Anne, Jake, would you like to see your daughter? I'm sure you'll want to smack her around a bit."
"Of course we'd like to see her. That damn whore put us through hell this summer. The stupid bitch is gunna pay," Jake answered.
"You're taking me with you then," I demanded.
They shrugged and left the door opened for me to follow them. Lucius stopped at a door down the hall and opened it with a flick of his wand. Hermione was sitting in the bed with her back against the headboard and a book lying opened on the bedside table.
I rushed over and wrapped my arms around her. She returned the hug and whispered, "Why are my parents here?"
"We met Lucius when we went to Hogwarts," Anne answered. "We are one of the oldest wizarding families still around. Your last name isn't Granger, it's Desmarcue. You have shamed this name! Every one of us was a Slytherin before you came along."
"And you put us through some shock over the summer you stupid little bitch," Jake continued. "Now you'll pay for it." Both Anne and Jake came toward the bed.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her," I warned.
"And I suppose you'll stop us from doing so?" Jake laughed in my face. "You are nothing without your wand."
That wasn't entirely true. I became fascinated by the muggle sport of boxing when I was a child and my father took me to see some matches. I began training like a boxer when I was eight, and I was a pretty good fighter.
They continued to advance on the bed. Just as they were about to raise their hands, there was a popping noise, and Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape stood with their wands pointed at the three adults.
"What's going on here?" boomed Dumbledore in a voice that was very unlike his.
There was no response.
"Mr. Malfoy, I do believe that these children belong at Hogwarts. Why are they not there now?" he tried again.
"Because I took them with me," Lucius answered simply.
"Why?"
"I do not approve of the way my son is acting."
"That is no reason to kidnap two of the centuries brightest students. I will see to it that you will not be able to come within one thousand feet of Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Desmarcue, it's good to see that you've returned to the wizarding world and let your daughter know the truth."
HERMIONE'S POV~
I knew I wasn't supposed to be roaming around the halls alone, but when did rules ever stop me? It was 2:30 and I had just left the common room to go to the Astronomy Tower. For most of the trip there I wasn't technically alone, there were a few stragglers still walking around.
I opened the door to the Astronomy Tower, and Draco was sitting on the windowsill looking out over the grounds. He was wearing a black long- sleeved t-shirt that had a silver dragon on the back and baggy black jeans.
"I can see someone's a bit impatient," I joked. "You still have ten minutes before you're supposed to be here."
"Yeah, well you know how I am. I don't like to wait," he responded as he crossed half way across the room to meet me. "Now, pray tell, what kind of surprise is this?"
"Follow me and you might find out."
I took his hand and walked over to the door. When we got there, it was locked. I tried to use Alohomora on it, but it didn't work.
There was a low steady voice from behind us. "I don't think you two will be accompanying each other to any place in this school." We turned around to see Lucius Malfoy sitting on the couch with his right foot propped up on his left knee. "I heard that the little mudblood had a surprise for you, Draco, but I decided that I have my own little surprise for the both of you." He smirked evilly.
"What do you want with us?" Draco's voice was demanding yet emotionless.
They looked to be having a glaring contest. It had been a long time since I had seen Draco so mad. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever seen him madder. As I studied the two, I noticed many similarities-the smirk was the first thing, their lips would pull into that same devilish position; their hair was the same color and looked to be the same texture (Lucius' was longer and tamed, while Draco's was still wet and falling in different directions); they had the same steely grey eyes; the same high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. The difference between these two Malfoys could not be seen, only felt-Draco could love while his father's heart was made of steel.
"Draco, Draco, Draco I am disappointed in you. I've already told you what I want." He looked at me and winked.
I was disgusted. I held Draco's hand tighter and moved closer to him. I felt safe around Draco; I knew that he wouldn't let anything hurt me. Although I was the smartest witch, there was something about Lucius Malfoy that made me get goose bumps, and I had a strong feeling that Draco could handle him better than I could.
"You lay a hand on her and I swear to all the gods in the sky, I will kill you. It will be slow and painful, and you will be begging to die," Draco said threateningly.
"I won't have to lay a hand on her." His voice was as smooth as ever. It actually sounded as if he were bored. "Did you forget that she could be dead with one flick of my wand? Or are you blinded by her? It seems to me that you are blinded by her. The only way to make you see again will be to destroy this mudblood."
"You won't touch her you dirty bastard!" Draco yelled. "You leave her the fuck alone! Do you hear me?" He stepped in front of me to shield me from Lucius' view, but still held onto my hand.
I was shivering uncontrollably, and every time Lucius spoke it got worse. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked. I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Thanks to you, I don't have a mother anymore. Or did you forget, you killed her? I fucking hate you! You are a no-good, worthless piece of shit, and you deserve to die."
That was a mistake. Draco was put under the full body bind, and Lucius grabbed me by the wrist. "I'm taking you back to the Manor. Don't worry, I won't kill you.yet."
I was too scared to respond. I could feel a bruise forming on my already scarred wrist. Lucius somehow managed to get the three of us on his broom and back to the Malfoy Manor.
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DRACO'S POV~
As soon as we got to the Manor, Lucius took the body bind curse off me, and told me to take Hermione up to my room. I still didn't know what was in store for us, but I knew it couldn't be good.
"Draco, I'm scared," Hermione managed to squeak out. Both her voice and her body were shaking.
" I know. So am I," I whispered. "But we'll get through this. We just have to stay strong. We'll fight him."
I laid down on my bed, and Hermione crawled up next to me. In truth, I knew that I couldn't fight Lucius alone very easily, but I couldn't tell her the truth yet. I didn't know what to do though.
"Draco, we can't fight him alone. We're gunna need help, and he took our wands. There's nothing we can do to stop him. He's manic and working under Voldemort's orders."
"Everything will work out," I assured her. **Maybe not for a while though.** I kept reminding myself.
I knew his ways. He would let us share my room for one night, and then he'd take her away. He'd kill her slowly. He would use mind games to force her to the brink of insanity. All the while I'd be locked up in my room pacing and feeling sorry that I couldn't do anything.
"Hermione?" I said softly.
"Yes."
"I love you."
"I lover you too, Draco." There was silence for a while, and then she asked, "Draco, am I gunna die?"
"I don't know yet."
"Will you save me?"
"If I can."
"What's he gunna do?"
I paused. I didn't want to tell her, but I had to, and I did. "He'll probably take you away from me tomorrow morning. He won't let us talk to or see each other. He'll play mind games with you and torture you slowly. I will try anything I can to prevent that."
She didn't cry, but her lips were trembling. I pulled her closer to me, and she clung to me tightly. "After tonight we may never see each other again," she whispered. "I'm gunna die just when I have found true happiness. Everything good will be sucked away."
"Try to stay optimistic, Hermione, please. You won't die tomorrow. I love you too much to let that happen to you. I won't leave you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep. We'll be separated tomorrow. You said so yourself."
I didn't respond. There was nothing I could say. I knew she was right and had caught me, but I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be her hero, her savior, but I couldn't be. That wasn't my purpose in life. I was never anywhere close to being heroic. I never wanted to be in the spotlight for my courageous duties. That was Potter's job, and it looked like he enjoyed it to me.
I looked down at Hermione. Her eyes were closed and her breath was slow and even; she had fallen asleep. Thinking that it wasn't such a bad idea, I had soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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HERMIONE'S POV~
I woke up the next morning to a fight between Draco and Lucius. "GET OUT NOW!" Draco was screaming. "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HER!"
"If you won't let me take her, then I'll just have to take her by force," Lucius snarled. He pointed his wand at Draco and muttered something. Sparks came shooting out of the end, but Draco easily dodged it.
"LEAVE!" Draco bellowed. "I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!"
"You are foolish," Lucius said maliciously. "She is nothing. A mudblood- dirty in every way. What do you see in that? I brought you up better than this, boy! I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me."
"You put me through hell. I have been abused since the day I was born. I grew up totally emotionless. Everyone around me would be smiling, laughing, crying, but not me. I never knew any of that. I was never permitted to make my own decisions. You made me a puppet, forced me to do stupid things. Times change, Lucius, people change. I won't be your servant any longer. Everything you have ever told me has been a lie. You say that muggle-borns are dirty. They're not! Hermione is the purest creature on the face of this Earth. She has no flaws. She is the most perfect person I have ever met-"
Lucius cut him off with his laughter. It wasn't happy laughter. His voice was malign and his eyes colder than I had ever seen them. "That is truly funny-a pure mudblood. That must be the oxymoron of the century."
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to jump off the bed and strangle him with my bare hands. While he was still chuckling, his eyes were staring intently at Draco. I got up and slapped him as hard as I could (which, mind you, was damn hard).
He stopped cackling at once and turned his furious glare towards me. Draco stepped in front of me as Lucius raised his fist. Instead of connecting with my temple, he connected with Draco's jaw. There was a loud cracking sound, but Draco ignored the pain.
Draco raised his fist to strike, but Lucius shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" and Draco was sent flying into the opposite wall.
I tried to run to him, but Lucius grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I kicked and punched with all my might, but my attempts were futile; he would not let me down. He carried me to a separate room just as Draco said he would. "You're a goddamn bastard," I hissed at him. "You don't have a fucking heart. You are the fucking pawn of a worthless half-blood. What kind of fucking life is that?"
"Shut up you mudblood bitch!" He hit me across the face. When he saw that I was unfazed, he hit me a little harder.
"You won't get the satisfaction of seeing me cry," I said. "I've been through this with my parents. I've learned to control myself."
"I'll leave you here for a bit. I have some business to take care of." With that, he swept out of the room and I heard the distinct sound of a click as the door closed.
I looked around the room that was deathly quiet. The bed I was sitting on was queen-sized and had black sheets on it. A bookcase stood in the corner. There was only one window, and it was about five stories up. If I jumped, I would have been badly injured.
Finding I had nothing better to do, I slowly crossed the room to the bookshelf and scanned the titles of the books. Every single one was about death. It was a little scary that so many books could be written about such a gruesome topic. I chose the thickest book, which happened to be the book with the most blunt title: Death. I carried the book over to the bed and sat down to read. I didn't know how long I had been reading when I came across a passage that said:
"Death is the beginning of a new life. It is like being re-born. A renaissance. After death, you will be free. Your hate and anger will leave you, and feelings of love and kindness will take over. The ones you love will not be forgotten, but you will miss your enemies greatly. There is no Heaven or Hell, only freedom."
After reading this passage, I began to analyze it in my head. My mind began to venture to Draco and if he would escape and come to rescue me, and then they drifted back to the muggle world. I was reminded of the song "Like A Stone" by Audioslave. The words were running through my head, and I couldn't help but think the song was written for me. ~*~ On a cobweb afternoon In a room on emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone And if we're good we'll lay to rest Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be Room by room patiently I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone
On my deathbed I will pray To the gods and the angels Like a pagan to anyone Who will take me to heaven To a place I recall I was there so long ago The sky was bruised The win was bled And there you led me on
In your house I long to be Room by room I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone
And I read on Until the day I was gone And I sat in regret Of all the things I've done For all that I've blessed And all that I've wronged In dreams until my death I will wonder on
In your house I long to be Room by room I'll wait for you there Like a stone Like a stone I'll wait for you there Alone ~*~
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DRACO'S POV~
I was pacing my room when the door opened. Lucius walked in along with two people who I had never met before. "Draco, I want you to meet the Desmarcues. They have been supporters of Voldemort's for years. We've been in touch lately because I wanted to check up on them. I found out that they've been living in the muggle world for the past sixteen years, since their daughter was born. She was always a bright little girl, and always very caring. She was accepted into Hogwarts, and they wanted her to be in Slytherin, like they were. They started to abuse her so she would have a cold heart. That didn't work and she was sorted into Gryffindor."
My eyes widened. Hermione was their daughter.
"Draco, if I'm not mistaken, you know their daughter, Hermione Granger-well Desmarcue. And to think that the little mudblood bitch was part of one of the oldest wizarding families."
"Don't call her that," I said weakly.
He went on as if he didn't hear me, "Anne, Jake, would you like to see your daughter? I'm sure you'll want to smack her around a bit."
"Of course we'd like to see her. That damn whore put us through hell this summer. The stupid bitch is gunna pay," Jake answered.
"You're taking me with you then," I demanded.
They shrugged and left the door opened for me to follow them. Lucius stopped at a door down the hall and opened it with a flick of his wand. Hermione was sitting in the bed with her back against the headboard and a book lying opened on the bedside table.
I rushed over and wrapped my arms around her. She returned the hug and whispered, "Why are my parents here?"
"We met Lucius when we went to Hogwarts," Anne answered. "We are one of the oldest wizarding families still around. Your last name isn't Granger, it's Desmarcue. You have shamed this name! Every one of us was a Slytherin before you came along."
"And you put us through some shock over the summer you stupid little bitch," Jake continued. "Now you'll pay for it." Both Anne and Jake came toward the bed.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her," I warned.
"And I suppose you'll stop us from doing so?" Jake laughed in my face. "You are nothing without your wand."
That wasn't entirely true. I became fascinated by the muggle sport of boxing when I was a child and my father took me to see some matches. I began training like a boxer when I was eight, and I was a pretty good fighter.
They continued to advance on the bed. Just as they were about to raise their hands, there was a popping noise, and Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape stood with their wands pointed at the three adults.
"What's going on here?" boomed Dumbledore in a voice that was very unlike his.
There was no response.
"Mr. Malfoy, I do believe that these children belong at Hogwarts. Why are they not there now?" he tried again.
"Because I took them with me," Lucius answered simply.
"Why?"
"I do not approve of the way my son is acting."
"That is no reason to kidnap two of the centuries brightest students. I will see to it that you will not be able to come within one thousand feet of Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Desmarcue, it's good to see that you've returned to the wizarding world and let your daughter know the truth."