Never Say Never
Chapter 20 - Kismet
Disclaimer: The usual.
Hermione's POV
I saw Draco close his eyes and turn his face away from me and I felt as though it was the end for me. I was going to be killed by that ruthless girl that I despised and I nearly wept with the cruelty of it all. I braced myself and looked at Annika defiantly, not wanting to be a coward in the face of death.
But to my greatest surprise, she didn't say anything remotely resembling a curse. She even lowered her wand and instead met my gaze with a gentle expression on her face. She seemed intent on making my death a drawn out and agonizing experience, riddled with mind games.
"Did you know that you have everything that I have ever wished for, Hermione? You were born into a powerful Dark family, faithful servants of the Dark Lord and you were His heir. The one of the two that He prized above all others. All the power that He had inside Him, lived inside you too." She paused here, letting her gaze travel all over my body in a critical gaze,
"I am an ambitious person, I don't deny that. I have worked for Voldemort since I was in 3rd year at Dourliwood and I lived for the day, which He would promote me to be one of the highest ranking of His service. I was a very loyal and useful follower of his, there was none as devoted as I was. In a time which all of his other supporters had shunned Him, I stayed by His side. He loved me, beauty was one thing that He had been deprived of in His quest for power and I was like a breath of fresh air to Him. He could not live without me, I discovered delightfully. But there was just one thing that stopped me from being his successor."
"The fact that you have absolutely no intelligence except for your cunning and slyness?" taunted Draco, anger evident in his voice, "There was a reason that you weren't born as His heir. And that's because you weren't as smart as Hermione is."
"You take me for a fool, Draco. You are blinded by your love for her, her intelligence was a gift to her from the Dark Lord, not a natural ability. There is one gift I have that she doesn't, and that's charm. That and seduction seem to run in my family, its quite uncanny." She replied smoothly to Draco's outburst. He scowled and threw me commiserating look. I smiled grimly back at him. But then all of a sudden I realized a strange fact.
"Debauche.." I breathed, "Isn't that another word for seduce?" Why hadn't I noticed that earlier?
Annika smiled at this and laughed her melodious, clear and ringing laugh that had haunted me for awhile. She looked at me, mirth twinkling in her luminous eyes.
"So, you have logic and wit in you too, Hermione. The Dark Lord was gracious to give you so much knowledge. But it is not your knowledge that I want the most, it is that necklace that you loathe." I gasped at that and on instinct stubbornly held the pendant tightly in my hand as I heard her say the charm, "Accio necklace!"
Immediately it was as though there was an invisible force field that repelled Annika so that she went flying in the opposite direction hitting the hard stone wall with a large thud and then sliding down to the ground lifelessly.
"I had warned you before that the necklace was no ordinary one. It is a talisman, Annika. It wards off Hermione's enemies and protects her even when she is unaware that she is with an enemy. I could not ever let my heir leave my sight without some kind of security around her." Drawled Voldemort as he Apparated out of thin air.
Annika was weakly lifting her head and her eyes were sliding in and out of focus as a slow trickle of blood came down from her scalp. There had obviously been a blow to her head as she had hit the wall. She mumbled a few incoherent words before seemingly collapsing into unconsciousness. Voldemort muttered a spell that carried her to an armchair and left her there.
"How.. how did you Apparate in here?" I asked wondrously, "There are all sorts of charms and enchantments placed on Hogwarts preventing that."
"My power is now far greater than Dumbledore's, so great that I can undo any spell that he does. He is no match for me." Voldemort stated plainly, before continuing, "Did Annika try to hurt you while I was gone?"
"She tried to take the necklace from her. And she placed a Paralysis Charm on both of us so that we couldn't stop her." Answered Draco for me. He was clearly still furious about it.
"Is that so?" said Voldemort thoughtfully. He pointed his wand at me and then muttered something under his breath and instantly I felt as though an undetectable net had been taken away from me. He did the same thing to Draco and by the look on his face he was feeling just as relieved as I was.
"Now, do you think that Annika deserves to be punished for this type of behaviour?" asked Voldemort silkily, I shivered at the menace that shined in his red eyes.
I grimaced. I had no idea what I had to do, or had to say to this. I glanced at Annika, she was still unconscious and lying spiritlessly on the armchair, her beautiful features marred by the blood still steadily trickling down her cheek. My heart went out to her, despite all the things that she had put me through. That little scheming, sly, servant of the Dark Lord had hated me from day one and had tried her best to subtly make my life hell. Had she really intended to seduce Draco to drive me crazy?
This was no time to wonder about trivial things like that though, Voldemort was still looking at me and Draco expectantly. Under his piercing gaze, I felt as though the layers of my soul were being stripped away by him, piece by piece. It was a horrifying experience, he seemed to look into the innermost, private and strictly confidential parts of me and I began to perspire under the pressure of it all.
"Answer me!" He demanded his voice harsh and so very different to the calm, gentle tone he had used before. That did it, I was completely intimidated by him, he scared the hell out of me and I was one of the people that he was less likely to be killing.
"I don't think that it is a fair punishment if you torture her while she is unconscious, my Lord. She might not even be able to feel the pain. I think that it is more proper if you wake her up first." Stated Draco coldly. I looked at him in total shock. What had he just said?! When had he turned so heartless? After all, he was the one who had been spending so much of his time with her instead of me...
Anyway, that was beside the point, I reminded myself. I met Draco's icy gaze and felt chilled to the bone at the pools of emotionless silver that I was greeted with. There was none of the warmth that I had seen before we had gotten tangled in this Dark business, before Annika, before he began to ignore me...
"And what's your view on this, Hermione?" asked the Dark Lord coolly.
I chanced another sidelong glance at Annika before finally speaking up. It was so against my nature to be saying this but I guess this was going to be just the beginning of a lot of these merciless situations.
"I..agree with Draco. It wouldn't be fair to leave her asleep while she is tortured." Inwardly I sighed with relief as I finished my sentence. Thank god I hadn't let my voice waver at all, it had come out just as pitiless as I had intended it to sound. I didn't want Him to doubt me for even one second or I would be dead in flash. Literally.
"Very well then. I'm pleased that my heirs have assumed the same way of thinking, which is very intriguing. So, now as we have agreed, I will wake her from her sleep and give her the reward that she deserves for disobeying my orders." Announced Voldemort with malice evident in his voice. His red eyes turned to Annika lying on the armchair and under his breath he muttered a spell to wake her up.
A moment later she was awake and clearly dazed and confused disoriented from her unconsciousness. I felt a sharp wrench at my heart as I realized that in a few minutes, she would be dead. What on earth was I doing?! Why was I agreeing with Draco and Voldemort? She was only an innocent girl blindly following her Master. She didn't deserve to die right?
'Oh yes she does, if we don't kill her, she'll kill you.' I gasped and looked at Draco in pure shock. Was that his voice in my head again? He gazed back at me with meaningfulness in his eyes. It was his voice. Our mind connection was again alive.
'Hermione, you don't know what she's capable of. She must be pretty powerful if Voldemort lets her to work for him as a spy, after all how many 3rd year girls does he allow to join his ranks? Don't forget that she works on a person's mind, games are her specialty. She won't stop until she's got the necklace and killed you. We have to get rid of her.' Draco's voice was more persistent now but my attention was suddenly divided between his voice and what Voldemort was doing to Annika.
"Crucio." There was His cold voice again. I watched as Annika let out whimpers of pain and crumpled to the floor in agony. I looked back at Draco helplessly. What did he expect me to do?! Suddenly the Dark Lord turned His eyes on me and let out a pitiless laugh. He was enjoying the pain He was inflicting on His devoted servant and by the look on Draco's face, I could tell that he was enjoying it too.
Oh god. They were mental, maniacal and merciless, I didn't stand a chance against them if I decided to disagree. Even if Draco came to his senses, it wouldn't be enough to protect me should Voldemort change His mind and kill me, after all the necklace only repelled my enemies, and I would think that Voldemort had made sure that even if I thought that He was an enemy, the necklace would do nothing to stop Him.
What was I going to do?! There was no way out, I was no closer to reaching a decision than I was three hours ago and Draco's sudden change did nothing to help me. Annika was still writhing on the ground in pain and I was so clueless.
"Stop!" I cried as Annika let out a piercing scream. I was amazed that no one outside these walls had realized that we were in here, but its fascinating what a little good magic can do. Voldemort and Draco both turned to me in surprise and He immediately stopped the curse. Annika lay on the ground trying to catch her breath and steady herself. It was as though time was moving in slow motion and what I would say next would change the whole course of history. It was such a heavy burden that I was carrying on my shoulders and I was so nervous.
"Hermione?" asked Draco timidly, looking strangely at me. The Dark Lord followed his gaze and bestowed his two slits of eyes on me.
"I think we should put her out of her misery." I started off slowly, and Annika looked up at me with astonishment but I ignored her, "I think that you should just kill her."
Voldemort's thin lips curled up into a malicious smile as I said my last words and I was mentally regretting what I had allowed him to do. He nodded approvingly and moved forward to place his skeletal arms around my shoulder causing me to tense up against him.
"It was a hard decision for you, wasn't it Hermione?" said Voldemort knowingly. I was so afraid that He still doubted me. But then he smiled again and squeezed my shoulders, "But luckily you made the right choice. I'm proud to call you my heir." I let out a sigh of relief. I had passed His test.
As soon as He had let go of me He pointed his wand at Annika who was trying to back away from us and I heard an insane cackle leave Voldemort's mouth as he cast the ultimate Unforgivable curse. A flash of green and Annika was lying on the ground once again, her face bore an expression of petrifaction and her eyes were open and glassy, filled with horror.
I could only imagine that the expression that was on my face was the same, judging by the look that Draco was giving me. He moved closer to me and placed his strong arms comfortingly around me and whispered soothingly into my ears,
"You'll get over it, don't worry. It shocked me the first time too, but it becomes less gruesome. You made the right decision so don't feel bad about yourself. It wasn't your fault, she brought it on herself by trying to take your place. It was your life or hers. You did the right thing, Hermione. Stay strong."
If only I could actually take his words to heart. It was too hard, I had just killed a person, however indirectly I had caused her death. How could Draco just expect me to 'get over it'?! She had life, she was human and even though her intentions were bad, at one stage in her life she was just like me, innocent and naïve. I moved out of his embrace and tried to smile up at him. He didn't understand, he never would, that's why we could still listen to each other's thoughts. Our past just had to come back and bite us right in our butts at this crucial time. How ironic.
"Now that we have disposed of that highly unfaithful servant, shall we go on with what I had intended to do here?" asked Voldemort suavely and to that I nodded, not trusting myself with my voice, "What are your choices, my dear heirs?"
"I choose to pledge my allegiance to you, my Lord." Said Draco in an assured voice. Voldemort laughed and clasped Draco's hand in his spindly one.
"I never doubted you, Draco. I knew you would come back to my side sooner or later." Said Voldemort surely. Draco looked puzzled at this but quickly he resumed his usual emotionless expression. Voldemort continued on and I knew that the moment of judgement had come for me, however dramatic that sounds.
"And you, Hermione? Which do you choose, Darkness or Light?" he asked lightly as though this was the most normal thing in the world to be asking. I took another look at Draco and felt a tug at my heart. Everything was pointing towards Darkness for me, there was no denying that but as I thought of Ron and Harry I couldn't help but feel an obligation towards them no matter what my destiny, fate or kismet was.
I stood still for a moment, with my confused thoughts racing through my head. Draco had chosen Darkness, but that didn't mean I had to follow him right? But then a nagging voice in the back of my head made me remember something that confused me even more.
Hadn't Draco said that he would never bow down to someone more powerful than him? Hadn't he said that he wanted to rich and respected without being evil? I could distinctly remember that time when I had angered him by trying to probe into his mind like that but it comforted me to know that maybe Draco hadn't changed as much as I thought he did.
He was up to something; I was sure of that. Anyway, he made me feel safe. It was a risk I willing to take. I snuck another glance at him before opening my mouth and meeting my destiny.
"I choose Darkness, my lord." I stated evenly, looking Him straight in the eye. He smiled at me again and I was beginning to wonder if He had the capacity to kill me after all. He seemed so kind to me. He hadn't harmed me in any way at all. It was as though I was precious to Him. As I was pondering that He had moved forward and taken my hand in His, I felt a gentle tickling sensation in my palm and as He let go, I gasped at what was on my palm now.
A black star.
What had I gotten myself into?
Hey everybody!
Alright don't chuck rotten tomatoes at me for this crappy chapter =P it wasn't my fault, I swear! Lol, well see I told you that Draco and Hermione were gonna make their decisions in this chapter, oh and sorry for the one week wait.
Ok, for the next 2 weeks I doubt I'll be able to get my next chapter up because of exam revision so how about just coming back to the story in 2 weekend's time? I promise I'll have a chapter up by then ok?
Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed! Please continue to do so [only if you want to that is.. I wouldn't ever want to force anyone to review..] haha, well if you have any trouble understanding my story, don't hesitate to tell me about it, I'll be happy to clear everything up.
Oh, and on the topic of clearing things up, what Hermione was going through in this chapter was indecisiveness. She feels as though she's part of both sides, she was brought up as a Muggle and she had been by Harry's side for all these years, fighting against Voldemort. But then He turns up and tells her that she's His heir so she's very confused. Especially since Draco's part of all this =P
Well, hopefully everyone's happy at the way that this chapter turned out =)
Love,
psychohart
Chapter 20 - Kismet
Disclaimer: The usual.
Hermione's POV
I saw Draco close his eyes and turn his face away from me and I felt as though it was the end for me. I was going to be killed by that ruthless girl that I despised and I nearly wept with the cruelty of it all. I braced myself and looked at Annika defiantly, not wanting to be a coward in the face of death.
But to my greatest surprise, she didn't say anything remotely resembling a curse. She even lowered her wand and instead met my gaze with a gentle expression on her face. She seemed intent on making my death a drawn out and agonizing experience, riddled with mind games.
"Did you know that you have everything that I have ever wished for, Hermione? You were born into a powerful Dark family, faithful servants of the Dark Lord and you were His heir. The one of the two that He prized above all others. All the power that He had inside Him, lived inside you too." She paused here, letting her gaze travel all over my body in a critical gaze,
"I am an ambitious person, I don't deny that. I have worked for Voldemort since I was in 3rd year at Dourliwood and I lived for the day, which He would promote me to be one of the highest ranking of His service. I was a very loyal and useful follower of his, there was none as devoted as I was. In a time which all of his other supporters had shunned Him, I stayed by His side. He loved me, beauty was one thing that He had been deprived of in His quest for power and I was like a breath of fresh air to Him. He could not live without me, I discovered delightfully. But there was just one thing that stopped me from being his successor."
"The fact that you have absolutely no intelligence except for your cunning and slyness?" taunted Draco, anger evident in his voice, "There was a reason that you weren't born as His heir. And that's because you weren't as smart as Hermione is."
"You take me for a fool, Draco. You are blinded by your love for her, her intelligence was a gift to her from the Dark Lord, not a natural ability. There is one gift I have that she doesn't, and that's charm. That and seduction seem to run in my family, its quite uncanny." She replied smoothly to Draco's outburst. He scowled and threw me commiserating look. I smiled grimly back at him. But then all of a sudden I realized a strange fact.
"Debauche.." I breathed, "Isn't that another word for seduce?" Why hadn't I noticed that earlier?
Annika smiled at this and laughed her melodious, clear and ringing laugh that had haunted me for awhile. She looked at me, mirth twinkling in her luminous eyes.
"So, you have logic and wit in you too, Hermione. The Dark Lord was gracious to give you so much knowledge. But it is not your knowledge that I want the most, it is that necklace that you loathe." I gasped at that and on instinct stubbornly held the pendant tightly in my hand as I heard her say the charm, "Accio necklace!"
Immediately it was as though there was an invisible force field that repelled Annika so that she went flying in the opposite direction hitting the hard stone wall with a large thud and then sliding down to the ground lifelessly.
"I had warned you before that the necklace was no ordinary one. It is a talisman, Annika. It wards off Hermione's enemies and protects her even when she is unaware that she is with an enemy. I could not ever let my heir leave my sight without some kind of security around her." Drawled Voldemort as he Apparated out of thin air.
Annika was weakly lifting her head and her eyes were sliding in and out of focus as a slow trickle of blood came down from her scalp. There had obviously been a blow to her head as she had hit the wall. She mumbled a few incoherent words before seemingly collapsing into unconsciousness. Voldemort muttered a spell that carried her to an armchair and left her there.
"How.. how did you Apparate in here?" I asked wondrously, "There are all sorts of charms and enchantments placed on Hogwarts preventing that."
"My power is now far greater than Dumbledore's, so great that I can undo any spell that he does. He is no match for me." Voldemort stated plainly, before continuing, "Did Annika try to hurt you while I was gone?"
"She tried to take the necklace from her. And she placed a Paralysis Charm on both of us so that we couldn't stop her." Answered Draco for me. He was clearly still furious about it.
"Is that so?" said Voldemort thoughtfully. He pointed his wand at me and then muttered something under his breath and instantly I felt as though an undetectable net had been taken away from me. He did the same thing to Draco and by the look on his face he was feeling just as relieved as I was.
"Now, do you think that Annika deserves to be punished for this type of behaviour?" asked Voldemort silkily, I shivered at the menace that shined in his red eyes.
I grimaced. I had no idea what I had to do, or had to say to this. I glanced at Annika, she was still unconscious and lying spiritlessly on the armchair, her beautiful features marred by the blood still steadily trickling down her cheek. My heart went out to her, despite all the things that she had put me through. That little scheming, sly, servant of the Dark Lord had hated me from day one and had tried her best to subtly make my life hell. Had she really intended to seduce Draco to drive me crazy?
This was no time to wonder about trivial things like that though, Voldemort was still looking at me and Draco expectantly. Under his piercing gaze, I felt as though the layers of my soul were being stripped away by him, piece by piece. It was a horrifying experience, he seemed to look into the innermost, private and strictly confidential parts of me and I began to perspire under the pressure of it all.
"Answer me!" He demanded his voice harsh and so very different to the calm, gentle tone he had used before. That did it, I was completely intimidated by him, he scared the hell out of me and I was one of the people that he was less likely to be killing.
"I don't think that it is a fair punishment if you torture her while she is unconscious, my Lord. She might not even be able to feel the pain. I think that it is more proper if you wake her up first." Stated Draco coldly. I looked at him in total shock. What had he just said?! When had he turned so heartless? After all, he was the one who had been spending so much of his time with her instead of me...
Anyway, that was beside the point, I reminded myself. I met Draco's icy gaze and felt chilled to the bone at the pools of emotionless silver that I was greeted with. There was none of the warmth that I had seen before we had gotten tangled in this Dark business, before Annika, before he began to ignore me...
"And what's your view on this, Hermione?" asked the Dark Lord coolly.
I chanced another sidelong glance at Annika before finally speaking up. It was so against my nature to be saying this but I guess this was going to be just the beginning of a lot of these merciless situations.
"I..agree with Draco. It wouldn't be fair to leave her asleep while she is tortured." Inwardly I sighed with relief as I finished my sentence. Thank god I hadn't let my voice waver at all, it had come out just as pitiless as I had intended it to sound. I didn't want Him to doubt me for even one second or I would be dead in flash. Literally.
"Very well then. I'm pleased that my heirs have assumed the same way of thinking, which is very intriguing. So, now as we have agreed, I will wake her from her sleep and give her the reward that she deserves for disobeying my orders." Announced Voldemort with malice evident in his voice. His red eyes turned to Annika lying on the armchair and under his breath he muttered a spell to wake her up.
A moment later she was awake and clearly dazed and confused disoriented from her unconsciousness. I felt a sharp wrench at my heart as I realized that in a few minutes, she would be dead. What on earth was I doing?! Why was I agreeing with Draco and Voldemort? She was only an innocent girl blindly following her Master. She didn't deserve to die right?
'Oh yes she does, if we don't kill her, she'll kill you.' I gasped and looked at Draco in pure shock. Was that his voice in my head again? He gazed back at me with meaningfulness in his eyes. It was his voice. Our mind connection was again alive.
'Hermione, you don't know what she's capable of. She must be pretty powerful if Voldemort lets her to work for him as a spy, after all how many 3rd year girls does he allow to join his ranks? Don't forget that she works on a person's mind, games are her specialty. She won't stop until she's got the necklace and killed you. We have to get rid of her.' Draco's voice was more persistent now but my attention was suddenly divided between his voice and what Voldemort was doing to Annika.
"Crucio." There was His cold voice again. I watched as Annika let out whimpers of pain and crumpled to the floor in agony. I looked back at Draco helplessly. What did he expect me to do?! Suddenly the Dark Lord turned His eyes on me and let out a pitiless laugh. He was enjoying the pain He was inflicting on His devoted servant and by the look on Draco's face, I could tell that he was enjoying it too.
Oh god. They were mental, maniacal and merciless, I didn't stand a chance against them if I decided to disagree. Even if Draco came to his senses, it wouldn't be enough to protect me should Voldemort change His mind and kill me, after all the necklace only repelled my enemies, and I would think that Voldemort had made sure that even if I thought that He was an enemy, the necklace would do nothing to stop Him.
What was I going to do?! There was no way out, I was no closer to reaching a decision than I was three hours ago and Draco's sudden change did nothing to help me. Annika was still writhing on the ground in pain and I was so clueless.
"Stop!" I cried as Annika let out a piercing scream. I was amazed that no one outside these walls had realized that we were in here, but its fascinating what a little good magic can do. Voldemort and Draco both turned to me in surprise and He immediately stopped the curse. Annika lay on the ground trying to catch her breath and steady herself. It was as though time was moving in slow motion and what I would say next would change the whole course of history. It was such a heavy burden that I was carrying on my shoulders and I was so nervous.
"Hermione?" asked Draco timidly, looking strangely at me. The Dark Lord followed his gaze and bestowed his two slits of eyes on me.
"I think we should put her out of her misery." I started off slowly, and Annika looked up at me with astonishment but I ignored her, "I think that you should just kill her."
Voldemort's thin lips curled up into a malicious smile as I said my last words and I was mentally regretting what I had allowed him to do. He nodded approvingly and moved forward to place his skeletal arms around my shoulder causing me to tense up against him.
"It was a hard decision for you, wasn't it Hermione?" said Voldemort knowingly. I was so afraid that He still doubted me. But then he smiled again and squeezed my shoulders, "But luckily you made the right choice. I'm proud to call you my heir." I let out a sigh of relief. I had passed His test.
As soon as He had let go of me He pointed his wand at Annika who was trying to back away from us and I heard an insane cackle leave Voldemort's mouth as he cast the ultimate Unforgivable curse. A flash of green and Annika was lying on the ground once again, her face bore an expression of petrifaction and her eyes were open and glassy, filled with horror.
I could only imagine that the expression that was on my face was the same, judging by the look that Draco was giving me. He moved closer to me and placed his strong arms comfortingly around me and whispered soothingly into my ears,
"You'll get over it, don't worry. It shocked me the first time too, but it becomes less gruesome. You made the right decision so don't feel bad about yourself. It wasn't your fault, she brought it on herself by trying to take your place. It was your life or hers. You did the right thing, Hermione. Stay strong."
If only I could actually take his words to heart. It was too hard, I had just killed a person, however indirectly I had caused her death. How could Draco just expect me to 'get over it'?! She had life, she was human and even though her intentions were bad, at one stage in her life she was just like me, innocent and naïve. I moved out of his embrace and tried to smile up at him. He didn't understand, he never would, that's why we could still listen to each other's thoughts. Our past just had to come back and bite us right in our butts at this crucial time. How ironic.
"Now that we have disposed of that highly unfaithful servant, shall we go on with what I had intended to do here?" asked Voldemort suavely and to that I nodded, not trusting myself with my voice, "What are your choices, my dear heirs?"
"I choose to pledge my allegiance to you, my Lord." Said Draco in an assured voice. Voldemort laughed and clasped Draco's hand in his spindly one.
"I never doubted you, Draco. I knew you would come back to my side sooner or later." Said Voldemort surely. Draco looked puzzled at this but quickly he resumed his usual emotionless expression. Voldemort continued on and I knew that the moment of judgement had come for me, however dramatic that sounds.
"And you, Hermione? Which do you choose, Darkness or Light?" he asked lightly as though this was the most normal thing in the world to be asking. I took another look at Draco and felt a tug at my heart. Everything was pointing towards Darkness for me, there was no denying that but as I thought of Ron and Harry I couldn't help but feel an obligation towards them no matter what my destiny, fate or kismet was.
I stood still for a moment, with my confused thoughts racing through my head. Draco had chosen Darkness, but that didn't mean I had to follow him right? But then a nagging voice in the back of my head made me remember something that confused me even more.
Hadn't Draco said that he would never bow down to someone more powerful than him? Hadn't he said that he wanted to rich and respected without being evil? I could distinctly remember that time when I had angered him by trying to probe into his mind like that but it comforted me to know that maybe Draco hadn't changed as much as I thought he did.
He was up to something; I was sure of that. Anyway, he made me feel safe. It was a risk I willing to take. I snuck another glance at him before opening my mouth and meeting my destiny.
"I choose Darkness, my lord." I stated evenly, looking Him straight in the eye. He smiled at me again and I was beginning to wonder if He had the capacity to kill me after all. He seemed so kind to me. He hadn't harmed me in any way at all. It was as though I was precious to Him. As I was pondering that He had moved forward and taken my hand in His, I felt a gentle tickling sensation in my palm and as He let go, I gasped at what was on my palm now.
A black star.
What had I gotten myself into?
Hey everybody!
Alright don't chuck rotten tomatoes at me for this crappy chapter =P it wasn't my fault, I swear! Lol, well see I told you that Draco and Hermione were gonna make their decisions in this chapter, oh and sorry for the one week wait.
Ok, for the next 2 weeks I doubt I'll be able to get my next chapter up because of exam revision so how about just coming back to the story in 2 weekend's time? I promise I'll have a chapter up by then ok?
Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed! Please continue to do so [only if you want to that is.. I wouldn't ever want to force anyone to review..] haha, well if you have any trouble understanding my story, don't hesitate to tell me about it, I'll be happy to clear everything up.
Oh, and on the topic of clearing things up, what Hermione was going through in this chapter was indecisiveness. She feels as though she's part of both sides, she was brought up as a Muggle and she had been by Harry's side for all these years, fighting against Voldemort. But then He turns up and tells her that she's His heir so she's very confused. Especially since Draco's part of all this =P
Well, hopefully everyone's happy at the way that this chapter turned out =)
Love,
psychohart