I own Erik, Layla, Estelle and..... no one else. Actually I don't think
Estelle will feature very much anymore. She was really there to show what
sort of power Layla had over her friends.
On the Hogwarts Express Draco sat with Ron and Hermione. Students thought there were no teachers on board but there were always some there in case of emergency. He was telling the two about Erik and Lili when Ron broke into gales of laughter. Hermione and Draco stared at him as he gasped for breath. When, at last, he grew quiet Hermione demanded to know what was going on.
"Lili and Hannah stayed with us at Christmas and Lili received a little box from Erik. It was a silver ring. Apparently it was very pretty but she wouldn't show or tell anyone other than Gabrielle and Hannah. Isabelle and I eventually got told what it was after quizzing Gabrielle for an hour. She said Lili and Erik weren't dating but were @really good friends' It's kinda cute Harry and Draco's children being 'really good friends' when their parents can't even be civil towards each other."
"Ha ha!" Draco said sarcastically. "Why were Lili and Hannah staying with you?"
"Oh, em Harry and Mandy were, em, they were busy," Ron replied uneasily, looking away as he spoke.
"Oh come on Ron. Do you think we actually believe you?" Hermione broke in.
"Ok, you twisted my arm. Don't tell the kids but Harry and Mandy had this big party they wanted to go to and they were planning on taking an eighth honeymoon to the Bahamas after it. Do not tell a soul." Ron spoke quietly as though Harry would overhear. Hermione and Draco shared identical gasps of horror at the way the Potters treated their children.
"Lils and Hannah enjoy staying with us, you know. They're really friendly with Daniel and Gabrielle."
"That doesn't matter Ron. It doesn't make up for the fact that your parents would rather go to a party than spend Christmas with you." Hermione spoke with conviction. Quickly Hermione and Ron were drawn into another one of their squabbles with Ron defending Harry and Hermione claiming Harry was insane. Draco was rather enjoying the scene when thoughts of Layla and her activities came floating back into his mind. He must have looked disturbed for the other two soon forgot their fight and were looking at him curiously.
"Malfoy, what's up? You look like you married Pansy Parkinson." Ron burst into fresh peals of laughter. Draco became even more uneasy at that point. Hermione must have already known for she butted in;
"He did marry Pansy. They divorced last year." She said in a monotone. Ron gasped loudly.
"You didn't?" he choked.
"Em, yes, I did."
"That's sick Draco. Really low. How much did she pay you?" Draco ignored the question and moved on.
"She came by the house drunk on Christmas Day. She was staggering all over the place and swearing at Erik and Layla. It was horrible."
"Hope you told her where to go." Ron muttered.
"Yeah, I did. She won't be back in a hurry - I hope."
"So Draco, what's actually wrong? You can't be that worried about Pansy Parkinson." Hermione asked again, as perceptive as she always was. Draco paused, unsure of whether he should tell them that his daughter was Slytherin's heir. He decided that he should. After all, Hermione usually had good ideas so maybe she could help him with this.
"Promise not to tell anyone." He looked at them both to see them nodding eagerly. Ron was leaning forward as though about to hear some juicy gossip but Hermione's face showed a look of concern and worry.
"My daughter is the heir of Slytherin and Voldemort." He said flatly.
"WHAT?" They both screamed at him. Both now wore identical looks of horror on their faces, somehow sensing that Draco was deadly serious about this. Hermione's eyes were bulging out of her head and her skin had gone as pale as Draco's.
"I demand an explanation," she shouted. Draco pulled the book out of his pocket. He had been carrying it ever since he had found it, knowing that Layla couldn't possibly ask for it back without exposing herself. He also hadn't found the courage to confront her yet.
"I found this under her bed." He passed the book over to Hermione who read the introduction and began to flip through it. Seeing nothing she passed it over to Ron, who read the foreword and promptly fainted on the ground. Stepping over Ron, Hermione handed the book back to Draco before speaking.
"I couldn't see anything on the pages. They were blank to me. I could read the introduction, which is what scares me. Can you read the book?" She asked, almost certain of the reply she would get. Draco nodded glumly.
"What do I do?" He wondered.
"I don't know. I think you need to tell McGonagall so that she can warn the other Professors. Maybe Layla won't actually turn out to be evil." Hermione sounded as hopeful as she could to try and encourage Draco but she knew in her heart that battle would have to be won and Layla would have to be killed before life would return to normal. She badly wished she hadn't asked Draco but now that she had she was determined to help him.
When the train reached Hogwarts Hermione went straight to McGonagall's office, dragging a reluctant Draco behind her. To their great surprise they not only met McGonagall but Professor Dumbledore as well.
"Good evening Professors. Did you have an enjoyable holiday? Professor Dumbledore is just back to pick up a few things. I can see you in a moment."
"Actually Professor, it would perhaps be better if we spoke to both of you," Hermione glanced at them both and upon receiving consent, poked Draco in the ribs. "Tell them." She muttered.
"Professors, I- over the Christmas holidays I found this book in my daughter's room. She had been reading it until I confiscated it from her. She doesn't know I have it although I assume she must have guessed it is in my possession." He handed the book over as he began to talk and both Professors were looking at it with great interest.
"Interestingly enough, I know the man who wrote this. William Die, he was Lord Voldemort's half brother. Dreadfully disturbed young man, he was. He killed himself shortly after the publication of this book. Obviously only one was ever published but he considered himself to have done the world a terrible evil." Dumbledore spoke up.
"And he did do a terrible thing. Now what do we do about Layla?" They all stood in silence for a few minutes until Dumbledore volunteered himself again.
"There isn't much you can do. You have no proof Layla can read this book. I certainly can't. Professor Malfoy, can you read it?" Draco nodded again. Dumbledore's face fell.
"Oh, I see." He paused. "McGonagall, warn all the other teachers immediately. Tell them to keep a very close eye on her. Is Snape still the head of Slytherin house? Good, he will watch her closely. I will inform the ministry. Do not allow Layla to know she is being watched. That is all I can offer. I will return in a few days." And with that he hurried out of the room and out of the castle.
"You heard him. Warn the teachers Thomas! Malfoy get into the Great Hall!"
[A/N: Thought I should tell you that Hermione, Ron and Draco have made up since the fight and now Hermione trusts Draco because he told her who it was that was present at the murder of her daughter. Slightly corny but hey it's my fic]
On the Hogwarts Express Draco sat with Ron and Hermione. Students thought there were no teachers on board but there were always some there in case of emergency. He was telling the two about Erik and Lili when Ron broke into gales of laughter. Hermione and Draco stared at him as he gasped for breath. When, at last, he grew quiet Hermione demanded to know what was going on.
"Lili and Hannah stayed with us at Christmas and Lili received a little box from Erik. It was a silver ring. Apparently it was very pretty but she wouldn't show or tell anyone other than Gabrielle and Hannah. Isabelle and I eventually got told what it was after quizzing Gabrielle for an hour. She said Lili and Erik weren't dating but were @really good friends' It's kinda cute Harry and Draco's children being 'really good friends' when their parents can't even be civil towards each other."
"Ha ha!" Draco said sarcastically. "Why were Lili and Hannah staying with you?"
"Oh, em Harry and Mandy were, em, they were busy," Ron replied uneasily, looking away as he spoke.
"Oh come on Ron. Do you think we actually believe you?" Hermione broke in.
"Ok, you twisted my arm. Don't tell the kids but Harry and Mandy had this big party they wanted to go to and they were planning on taking an eighth honeymoon to the Bahamas after it. Do not tell a soul." Ron spoke quietly as though Harry would overhear. Hermione and Draco shared identical gasps of horror at the way the Potters treated their children.
"Lils and Hannah enjoy staying with us, you know. They're really friendly with Daniel and Gabrielle."
"That doesn't matter Ron. It doesn't make up for the fact that your parents would rather go to a party than spend Christmas with you." Hermione spoke with conviction. Quickly Hermione and Ron were drawn into another one of their squabbles with Ron defending Harry and Hermione claiming Harry was insane. Draco was rather enjoying the scene when thoughts of Layla and her activities came floating back into his mind. He must have looked disturbed for the other two soon forgot their fight and were looking at him curiously.
"Malfoy, what's up? You look like you married Pansy Parkinson." Ron burst into fresh peals of laughter. Draco became even more uneasy at that point. Hermione must have already known for she butted in;
"He did marry Pansy. They divorced last year." She said in a monotone. Ron gasped loudly.
"You didn't?" he choked.
"Em, yes, I did."
"That's sick Draco. Really low. How much did she pay you?" Draco ignored the question and moved on.
"She came by the house drunk on Christmas Day. She was staggering all over the place and swearing at Erik and Layla. It was horrible."
"Hope you told her where to go." Ron muttered.
"Yeah, I did. She won't be back in a hurry - I hope."
"So Draco, what's actually wrong? You can't be that worried about Pansy Parkinson." Hermione asked again, as perceptive as she always was. Draco paused, unsure of whether he should tell them that his daughter was Slytherin's heir. He decided that he should. After all, Hermione usually had good ideas so maybe she could help him with this.
"Promise not to tell anyone." He looked at them both to see them nodding eagerly. Ron was leaning forward as though about to hear some juicy gossip but Hermione's face showed a look of concern and worry.
"My daughter is the heir of Slytherin and Voldemort." He said flatly.
"WHAT?" They both screamed at him. Both now wore identical looks of horror on their faces, somehow sensing that Draco was deadly serious about this. Hermione's eyes were bulging out of her head and her skin had gone as pale as Draco's.
"I demand an explanation," she shouted. Draco pulled the book out of his pocket. He had been carrying it ever since he had found it, knowing that Layla couldn't possibly ask for it back without exposing herself. He also hadn't found the courage to confront her yet.
"I found this under her bed." He passed the book over to Hermione who read the introduction and began to flip through it. Seeing nothing she passed it over to Ron, who read the foreword and promptly fainted on the ground. Stepping over Ron, Hermione handed the book back to Draco before speaking.
"I couldn't see anything on the pages. They were blank to me. I could read the introduction, which is what scares me. Can you read the book?" She asked, almost certain of the reply she would get. Draco nodded glumly.
"What do I do?" He wondered.
"I don't know. I think you need to tell McGonagall so that she can warn the other Professors. Maybe Layla won't actually turn out to be evil." Hermione sounded as hopeful as she could to try and encourage Draco but she knew in her heart that battle would have to be won and Layla would have to be killed before life would return to normal. She badly wished she hadn't asked Draco but now that she had she was determined to help him.
When the train reached Hogwarts Hermione went straight to McGonagall's office, dragging a reluctant Draco behind her. To their great surprise they not only met McGonagall but Professor Dumbledore as well.
"Good evening Professors. Did you have an enjoyable holiday? Professor Dumbledore is just back to pick up a few things. I can see you in a moment."
"Actually Professor, it would perhaps be better if we spoke to both of you," Hermione glanced at them both and upon receiving consent, poked Draco in the ribs. "Tell them." She muttered.
"Professors, I- over the Christmas holidays I found this book in my daughter's room. She had been reading it until I confiscated it from her. She doesn't know I have it although I assume she must have guessed it is in my possession." He handed the book over as he began to talk and both Professors were looking at it with great interest.
"Interestingly enough, I know the man who wrote this. William Die, he was Lord Voldemort's half brother. Dreadfully disturbed young man, he was. He killed himself shortly after the publication of this book. Obviously only one was ever published but he considered himself to have done the world a terrible evil." Dumbledore spoke up.
"And he did do a terrible thing. Now what do we do about Layla?" They all stood in silence for a few minutes until Dumbledore volunteered himself again.
"There isn't much you can do. You have no proof Layla can read this book. I certainly can't. Professor Malfoy, can you read it?" Draco nodded again. Dumbledore's face fell.
"Oh, I see." He paused. "McGonagall, warn all the other teachers immediately. Tell them to keep a very close eye on her. Is Snape still the head of Slytherin house? Good, he will watch her closely. I will inform the ministry. Do not allow Layla to know she is being watched. That is all I can offer. I will return in a few days." And with that he hurried out of the room and out of the castle.
"You heard him. Warn the teachers Thomas! Malfoy get into the Great Hall!"
[A/N: Thought I should tell you that Hermione, Ron and Draco have made up since the fight and now Hermione trusts Draco because he told her who it was that was present at the murder of her daughter. Slightly corny but hey it's my fic]